Spanking Bethie

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8/26/2009

Now what have I done???

stinging nettles

Remember my nettle experience? I’m not sure if I mentioned it or not, but Dan’s crop of nettles died a slimy death as he recounted here on his blog. That was all about a year ago and we haven’t had a chance since then to revisit the subject, until recently.

It seems that I had a bout of temporary insanity recently. That often happens right after a really good spanking; the afterglow from a sore bottom makes me extra crazy kinky. Well, during that bout of insanity, I ordered some stinging nettle plant starters. I had no idea what I was doing in so many ways but I did it anyway. It was crazy!

Then, just to make sure I didn’t lose my nerve, I told Dan ahead of time that the plants were coming. I told him I wanted to let him know so he’d be ready for them when they arrived. I kept telling myself, “It’s going to be fun! Woo-hoot!” I really had to keep telling myself that, too.

Some sensible part of my brain kept trying to nudge me with some sort of logical argument against putting that sort of thing in Dan’s hands and what the outcome was sure to be, but as usual, other parts of me drowned that argument out by saying, “Yeah, that’s the whole point, stupid! Now go away so we can have some fun over here.” That was followed by a loud raspberry at which point the logical part of my brain gave up, mumbled something about not to come crying to it when things went badly, and the butterflies in my stomach started dancing again. Spank lust wins again!

Things then proceeded as planned. Dan bought the plant stuff, the starters arrived, they were planted as directed, and now we’re waiting. There’s one set in a planter right under the window were I have my computer set up. I can watch it grow right from my desk. I do sneak glances at it once in a while, which makes me wonder about the positioning of the planter, but so far, not much is happening. I know, these things take time. But I’m not the most patient gal.

I keep waiting for this thing to sprout and it gives me lots of time to wonder, fret, and anticipate. On the one hand I’m thinking, “Dang it, grow!” On the other hand, I remind myself that they are stinging nettles after all, and I think, “Now what have I done?” Then about a second later, as I ponder the “stinging” description and I remember how they felt…ohhhh yeah… I’m back to “Dang it, grow, you little beasties!”

It can be complicated being this kinky. *wink*

Filed under: Blog entries — Bethie @ 11:19 am
Comments (5)

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  1. Wow! Sounds very painful to me. I’m interested to hear how this turns out.

    Comment by Spanky — 8/26/2009 @ 12:36 pm

  2. You have to grow weeds? I had to pull one of the bastards out of my daughter’s courtyard the other week. It was about 2 feet across. i was wearing leather gardening gloves and still got stabbed.

    Comment by John — 8/27/2009 @ 1:16 am

  3. Oh my gosh! This is something we’ve never even come close to trying, but the darn things grow wild all over our yard, so I really have no excuses… other than fear! LOL!

    I’ll have to make a point to go back and read your other post as soon as I have time… might make me feel a bit braver. In the meantime, enjoy watching the plants grow, and your time of being pain-free will be dissipating at exactly the same rate!

    Hugs! I love your insane side!

    Comment by Tiggs — 8/27/2009 @ 5:10 am

  4. “putting that sort of thing in Dan’s hands” Has Dan considered that it’s going to hurt him just as much as it’s going to hurt you? Or does he own a pair of anti-nettle gloves? Perhaps a silicon oven mitt?

    I would suggest you “accidentally” spill some 2-4-D on the nettles.

    Hugs,
    Hermione

    Comment by hermione — 8/27/2009 @ 10:52 am

  5. I’m happy to report that the starters are now pushing up healthy-looking shoots. Muah ha ha ha!

    Hermione, even a thin cotton garden glove is enough to protect me while handling the nettles, although I suppose this would be a good excuse to get some nice “Evil Villain” gloves in menacing black calf-skin.

    More seriously, the traditional method is to gather a few nettles stalks together into a bundle, rather like a traditional birch, holding the stems together with cloth tape or ribbon to form a convenient, sting-free wielding handle.

    Comment by Dan — 8/28/2009 @ 1:55 pm

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