P is for Penny

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P is for Penny, a blogger and author friend who reached out to me years ago. Intelligent, thoughtful, and sweeter than sweet, Penelope Hasler graced my life and the lives of many with her adorable charm.

Last June, Penny disappeared from cyberspace. Her blog has remained dormant (but has not been deleted), her email and Facebook accounts show no activity, and multiple attempts to contact her offline have not proven fruitful.

She did reach out to one friend back in the early fall, but since then no one has heard from her. A friend visited her home twice. Once, no one was home. The second time, she no longer lived there. Cards, letters, and other mail have been forwarded to her real estate agent who most likely will not send them to her.

Her last personal blog post reads:

Hush my heart from its waking pain

Hi everyone. I’m sorry to have gone quiet suddenly, and I’m sorrier to say that I will be quiet for some time to come. My personal life is in a very bad place right now and I’m just not up to writing or having fun. My little blog is going to hibernate for a while.

On the upside there’s much, much more to the world of spanking than me so you won’t be short of sexy, kinky entertainment!

I hope that everyone who visits here is doing okay, and I miss you all. Stay safe and be naughty. xxx

It’s a scary proposition, to care about someone who can disappear without a trace. We have even checked obituaries, to no avail.

Penny, if you see this (by some miracle), please let us know if you are okay. I won’t bother you or force you to talk if you are unable. If you need to move on with your life and put this chapter of your life behind you, everyone will understand.

But we miss you and care about you.

P also stands for Poppy St. Vincent, a much-beloved spanking blogger who had to leave the blogging world for safety reasons. It’s been almost two years since we have heard from Poppy, but I still miss her banter, thoughtful comments, and beautiful perspective on life.

Kat’s unbirthday, by Penelope Hasler

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Thank you to Penelope Hasler, aka Naughty Little Writer, for today’s wonderful birthday wish! It’s written from Natalie’s point of view, as a message to Kat. Poor Kat has gotten quite the assortment of wooden spoons, paddles, and now a hairbrush. At least the paddle from Christina and Rogue wasn’t technically to be used on her, but try telling Natalie that!

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Come on, sleepyhead. Up! It’s not your birthday anymore! Even perfect little princesses only get one a year, you know.

 

Don’t think I didn’t hear that remark, Miss Under-the-Covers. It’s never too soon to break that nice new hairbrush of yours in. And you know I’m not kidding.

 

Oh, the look on your face when I came bounding in with that great big box, topped with a bright red bow, and you shook it and opened it and saw that it contained a whole lot of nothing… but a shiny new wooden brush! Oh, what a crestfallen little face!

 

Lucky I had my camera on me ready to capture the moment, huh? We are so using that picture as our Christmas card to everyone this year.

 

So I’m a horrid mean prankster. Sue me. And you got your real presents right afterwards, anyway – I don’t know what you’re pouting about! You looked so pretty in that dress; I knew it would suit you the moment I saw it in the store.

 

My favorite part of the day? Your robotic dancing in the club was pretty damn awesome. I have never been so proud of you. Still, my absolute favorite would have to be our picnic in the park.

 

I could have sat and watched you forever. The way the sunlight shone through your hair, made your skin glow as if you were the sun itself; the smile that spoke of simple, wonderful joy, and filled my own heart with happiness. I will treasure that memory for as long as I live.

 

Hm? Well, no… I wasn’t saying those things when we were back home at the end of the night and you were bucking on my lap like a little overcaffeinated bronco, that’s true. But then if I call you a naughty girl it’s only because you are one. That was no way to talk to that nice young man in the pizzeria and you know it! I should have spanked you there and then, by rights, birthday or no birthday. And you should take your spankings less like a brat if you don’t want to be scolded so much.

 

You’re so cute when you whimper like that. It almost makes me want to scold you just to make you do it.

 

Or tell you to fetch me your hairbrush.

 

Alright, alright: happy unbirthday, baby. Now get that ass up.