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The Journey: The day after........

The Journey — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 10:00:00 +0000

thisgirl: Cheers!

thisgirl — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:50:13 +0000

This girl had a lovely surprise parcel on Friday from her friend Henry in Canada, of some pictures and some bondage hardware, now whilst she doesn’t know the purpose for everything in her box of tricks – Grimly absolutely will!

It was such a nice thing for someone to do though, to send a random parcel without it being a birthday or christmas present, and brought about a really good introduction to the weekend of a pretty crappy work week. This girl is pretty much a big kid with parcels, ripping open the box in rushed excitement like a child. When she was little she did have the habit of playing with the box more than the contents – but not anymore! Her mum used to turn the boxes into trains and planes for her, all painted and that kept her amused for hours. Now….quite a bit more than a box is required to keep her entertained well…there is one box that manages the job…more on that in a post coming up soon

Now pretty much her main source of entertainment is her sadistic husband, but sometimes it’s good to have friends as well as be one of those people who doesn’t bother with their friends once they’re settled with a partner. This girl has had quite a good bit of fun this weekend between going to a local munch yesterday where she met up with some friends old and new and then today she went for tapas with a friend from work. At both events, there was a tiny bit of alcohol consumption. This girl would like to say she doesn’t drink any more, but she doesn’t drink any less either

But whilst having a drink is nice socially, this girl does not mix play with alcohol. It spoils the experience. A few drinks are nice during a social occasion but not for during play. The picture in this post was taken during a party at the Serious Bondage house, but was the only glass this girl had,and well, given the bondage provided by Martin of Rigid Cuffs with the assistance of Captive Kink, it took her a little while to drink it!

Some people like to have a drink or drugs before play to relax the nerves, for recreation, goodness knows for what other reasons, but this girl has never really fully understood that requirement in people. If you need to consume those things to enjoy playing with someone, is that the right person to be playing with??? Surely to enjoy playing with the person you should already feel relaxed and confident in their company

It may be a bit of an obvious fact to state but it can be dangerous.

This girl’s main reason for personally staying sober during play is that as a masochist she wants to feel EVERYTHING. She doesn’t want the experience to be dulled, she wants to feel floaty because she’s been put into subspace not because she’s pissed and about to fall over! She wants to experience the feelings the torment and pleasure he inflicts gives her without taking the edge of it. When she is in a top situation she also wants to ensure the sub is fully aware that she is in charge of the situation and getting her full undivided attention. It’s not rocket science.

So, whilst this girl likes a drink socially at a party or at a munch or in a restaurant, it doesn’t mix with her BDSM, apart from the odd posed photograph It is nice to have a drink and say cheers! amongst a group of friends at a get together, but sharing kink is another thing entirely and one that should be enjoyed without any sort of intoxication other than the intoxication and headiness that an intense session can bring about by deviant imagination, cunning design and passionate implementation

Filed under: bdsm play, bondage, Gallery Tagged: alochol, BDSM, bondage, intoxication, photo, ridgid cuffs, steel

New Beginnings: He's perfect, I'm greedy

New Beginnings — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 21:30:00 +0000

He cooks

He cleans

He mops

He does laundry

He mows

He plants flowers

He takes care of car maintenance

He’s very good looking

He has a great body, not an ounce of fat on him

His beard tickles/scratches all the best places

At night he doesn’t shy away from my icy feet,
he pulls me to him and keeps me warm

He makes me laugh

He didn’t make me feel strange when I came out to him

He’s great in bed

He spanks me

He loves me

This is all true about Nick, I’m not even bragging. I’m just stating the facts. I don’t mean he does these things a few time, he does all this consistently. And yet I need to complain about this wonderful guy. Doesn’t that alone make you think I need my ass spanked?

It’s not fair to complain when he is doing what he thinks I want but… but…

Okay, I gained this week. Not a lot, but some. I know exactly why, I’m not consistent about keeping up with my points for WW and recording what I eat. I haven’t felt one bit like exercising, so I haven’t. I don’t want to let the good I’ve accomplished slip away. I’ve lost a total of 15 pounds. I know I can keep losing if I keep doing what I’ve done for the last several months. When I saw I’d gained I admit I was hoping Nick would spank me. I just need something to get me to refocus and not let the progress I’ve made slip away. Spanking does focus me and it can be a great motivator. And like I said here, spanking can turn something boring and mundane into something interesting and exciting.

I didn’t get ‘a spanking’. Nick did come into the kitchen right before I left for work and gave me a few swats. I didn’t have time to anticipate, I didn’t have time to get my head in the right placed to work on making changes in what I’d been doing, and then about 5 swats later it was over. I felt like I had been ushered into a banquet hall, with a lavish buffet in sight. It was unexpected you expect a great buffet later in the day I still didn’t mind, because it all looked soooo delicious. And then, just as the first morsel touched my lips, before I could even get a good taste, I was told banquet over and all the food disappeared. I know Nick was trying to do what I needed, but I didn’t feel I even got to participate. I ended up feeling a little annoyed and frustrated.

I guess I want a spanking to be – an event. I don’t mean it has to be something big an elaborate and take a long time, just something. If the morning spanking had been a taste of what was to come, if he had added, “And this evening we’ll finish this so I can be sure you don’t let things slide.” That would have been great. An ‘event’ as I think of it might involve being sent to get the implement of his choice, being asked to go to the bedroom and wait for him. It doesn’t even have to be a long spanking, but if it’s going to be short then it needs to be hard! I want to feel it when it’s over. Nick doesn’t have to do any lecturing – unless he wants to. I’m great at lecturing myself, as long as I have the time to collect my thought. For me, as much as I crave the spanking itself, TTWD isn’t just about getting slapped on the butt, it’s about the thoughts swirling around in my head before, during, and after.

Nick is such a good man, such a good husband. I wonder if I should just leave him alone. Some would say I’m trying to top from the bottom, except that he’s not a top and I’m not a bottom. We’re just us. TTWD is something that has brought us closer and I want it to continue. Sometimes I can’t help being greedy and ask for more. Oh, I forgot to include understanding to that list above, at least I hope that’s true.

Jujubees: The Jacksons 34

Jujubees — Sat, 18 Feb 2012 15:56:17 +0000

Sending in my laptop for service, so I thought I better hurry and put this up. I will try and post using my iPad in the meantime. Sorry about the quick editing job.

Chasing Tail The Jacksons 34

Heart and Soul: Blindfolded in Barcelona

Heart and Soul — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 16:30:00 +0000

I should know my husband better by now. He doesn't go much for frills and trappings in his domestic or business life. He doesn't buy a flash car, he buys a good car that will serve him well, hates to waste money, he doesn't like dressing up to go out, he doesn't like posh restaurants but he does love good food and service, and so on...oh and he loves good value, I think I've told you about that before:

It's much the same in our spanking life. We do have implements, quite a few, but we don't have many other trappings...handcuffs, hoods, ropes, spreaders, you know what I mean. Yes I've invested in a few in the past but they've never really had much use and they reside in a locked bag which gathers dust. He reckons a spanking doesn't need trappings; I'm in between on this, I do like a bit of fantasy, a bit of theatre and yes he does give it in his own way. Anyway before I bore you to death, I tried to introduce a little bit of fantasy on our recent trip to Barcelona and it got me spanked.

Remember the blindfold?

well I took it with me and early Saturday evening after I'd showered and P was having his turn I put the blindfold on, I didn't cover my eyes just got it ready so I could pull it down as soon as I heard P get out of the shower.

I didn't put anything else on, I could have wore stockings and suspenders or a pair of my sexy tights, god knows what I was thinking. Have you ever done something like that?

So anyway I heard the shower stop and I pulled the blindfold down, two minutes later I heard the door open and knew my husband must be staring at me, eyes ravishing me, I could imagine his penis tenting under the white hotel robe. Then I heard "What's this all about?"

"What?" I replied, a stupid thing to say, I know, as if it was normal to come out of the shower and find your wife like this.

Then I felt his hands on me but not caressing or stroking, instead they were on my shoulder and him flipping me over on the bed. Then he spanked me, I mean it wasn't hard but I'd recently showered and you know how that leaves you extra sensitive, he didn't say why he was spanking me but when he stopped I felt him undo the blindfold and then he said I didn't need to use that unless I had a migraine or something, then he asked me how much it had cost anyway.

Now you know I don't lie to my husband.

"I got it from ebay P, it was only £20.00 I told him."

I think I heard him tut, then I felt him move and thought I'd really blown it, but then I heard the TV start so he must have just stretched for the remote. Then he got on the bed and was manhandling me again but this time to position me across his lap, after which he gave me a prolonged spanking which really got me wriggling.

"This isn't for bringing the silly thing with you, it's for the waste of money," he said, "and if you don't stop struggling I'll be putting it to good use and tying your legs with it."

Well he didn't tie me with it, and he didn't fuck me either which is what I'd wanted from the start. But after a very pleasant evening out he did and he used the blindfold to gag me, which didn't work at all and in fact if anything made me more noisy. Next morning P made sure we were up early for breakfast, hotels are always dead quiet early Sunday mornings as most people lie in, P didn't want to bump into our either side room neighbours. We left the hotel mid morning without seeing any of our neighbours.

I guess the blindfold served a purpose after all.

Ronnie

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Enzo's Photos: Blonde get spanked by 2 guys

Enzo's Photos — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 15:29:03 +0000

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Sara: Un- Beatable

Sara — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 13:08:52 +0000

I can’t quite decide if I want my Butt to be unbeatable or not?

YEOWCH Spanking Sex Blog: YEOWCH Scrapbook - 13th Feb 2012

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Zille: Real Life Severe Sorority Paddling

Zille — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:49:14 +0000

"All the fraternities and sororities use paddles here. It is really nothing new at all." Seven sorority members from the University of Maryland have been charged with assault for a violent hazing incident in which they choked and paddled a pledge.

A Voice in the Corner: Curiosity caned the Kat

A Voice in the Corner — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:07:02 +0000

Angel watched the perfect creature cross the quad. Her gothic hair cut with an angled fringe in a shock of black that matched her heavy eye shadow. Her fierce dark brown eyes defied the world to challenge her and drew a picture of a girl that Angel wanted to be.

Like Angel, Domino was 18 and in her last year at school. She was a new girl and had started quite a stir when she had first arrived. Her name alone, apparently her genuine given name, had raised eyebrows. The rumour was that she had been taken out of her liberal arts school by her father, although one might suspect that Domino did not approve.

How did she get away with it? Angel wondered longingly, she would never have dared to have been so rebellious.

“You still mooning over Domino,” Miranda asked seeing where her friend’s gaze had settled. “You know old Bentley will clip her wings soon enough, he’s just biding his time like he does with all the new girls.”

Miranda was used to Angel’s crushes, she went through two per term and always it was the most unsuitable girls that she fixated upon. Everyone but her, Miranda thought wistfully.

“Oh I am not,” Angel blushed. “I am too old for crushes,” she lied.

Miranda liked the way that Angel blushed; it suited her round face surrounded as it was by her strawberry blonde hair. Angel was a study in roundness and in the nicest way. Little circles of her small breasts pressed against her school jumper and her bottom was two perfect bubbles enclosed within another beneath her regulation skirt.

John Bentley stood at the window of his study that overlooked much of the inner part of the school. Looking out, the housemaster watched Domino as she crossed the quad and he let out a long slow tired breath through his nose.

“Testing time for the new girl is coming to an end I fear,” Bentley sighed. “I had rather hoped that she would have settled down by now.”

“Who’s that?” Kat Hayley said with sudden interest looking up from her tea. Following John Bentley’s eyes she saw the new girl, the Goth with the stupid name. “She’s crossing the quad,” Kat exclaimed. “Are you going to let her get away with that?”

Kat tried to suppress her excitement. The prospect of girls in trouble had always held a strange fascination for Kat, and from where she was standing, Domino was heading for lots of it.

“No,” Bentley said tartly and began to stir his own tea.

Kat shivered with some unnamed pleasure. Despite being well into his 40s, John Bentley was the kind of man that Kat had always been drawn too. Tall and athletic with short thick greying hair, just the right side of white at the temples. She looked at his hands where he gripped the teacup. Hands better suited to a cricket bat, shotgun or… she licked her lips, his cane.

At 28 Kat Hayley had come to the school in search of a new life. That had been a year before. One of the reasons she had chosen Chadsworth was that even in the 1990s it still had the cane. She had told herself that the order and discipline of the school would be less stressful, but in her heart she knew there were other reasons.

Domino stood lazily in front of her housemaster threatening the world with her pout. Her top button was undone revealing a forbidden silver skull medallion at her neck, the dead face of which looked more attentive at that moment than the 18-year-old Goth did. Even with her head tilted sideways to favour the short side of her radical hairstyle, the longer edge of black was well onto her shoulder.

“Are you listening to me?” John Bentley said with a sharpened tone. “Your hair has to be up or cut even and well off the shoulder on both sides. As for that… jewellery, if I can call it that, it is not an acceptable alternative to a crucifix. Not by a damn sight. In fact it is downright offensive.”

“I bought it in this really cool shop in Chelsea,” Domino said sniffily, “My hair too.”

“Do you imagine I care,” Bentley said rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Domino shrugged.

“Stand up straight,” Bentley barked suddenly, shaking Domino from her complacency. “After we are finished here you will go to matron and have her do something with… this.” The housemaster batted the air with the back of his hand, indicating Domino’s coiffeur. “Now give me that… that pirate bauble is it?”

“You can’t it’s mine…” Domino said sullenly, but with uncertainty creeping into her voice.

Bentley cut her off, “you will give me that now.” His eyes flashed demonically.

Domino’s hands went involuntarily to her throat and to her surprise began to fiddle with the clasp.

“As I was saying,” Bentley continued as he turned away to fetch something, not even looking to see if he would be obeyed, “after we have finished here you will see matron about your hair etcetera and then you will return here and we will talk about the quad and the rules pertaining to it.”

Domino blanched a little, she didn’t know he knew about crossing the quad. What did he mean finished and what did he mean about coming back? Normally she would have spoken this aloud, why wouldn’t she? But today some primeval sense of self-preservation closed her mouth.

Bentley extended one hand towards her to take the forbidden medallion; his other, Domino noticed held a cane.

“What’s that? I mean what are you… you going to do with that?” Domino had heard about this. It had been part of the induction. It had been in the notes her father had made her sign.

“This, my girl, is a cane,” Bentley cut the air with it. “And I am going to place it across your bare bottom several times. With some vigour I might add.”

Domino gaped, her eyes wide as for the first time in her life she listened to a teacher.

“Don’t do it Angel,” Miranda hissed.

But too late; Angel steeled herself and with one last look round she stepped onto the quad floor as if it were a pit of snakes. Domino has to notice me now, she thought gleefully. She felt like a hunted rabbit as she walked across the quad as quickly as she could without actually running.

She almost made it when she saw Domino. The object of her affections was walking slowly on the side path, carefully almost painfully putting one foot in front of the other. The Goth girl was staring miserably at her feet and if Angel didn’t know any better, she could have sworn that she had been crying.

That was not all. Her hair had been cut short into a crude short bob, the lopsided fringe that had obscured her right eye now level. Her face had a scrubbed look to it without a hint of her trademark heavy eye make-up.

Angel stopped and gaped in horror. What could have happened?

“Angel Webster,” came an imperious voice, “You girl.”

Angel started and looked up. Like a king on a palace balcony, Mr Bentley stood glaring down at her.

“Me Sir,” Angel said with a gulp. Then she realised she was still standing in the quad.

“I think you had better come up and see me, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” Angel groaned.

Angel felt a bit shaky and not a little sick. The quad was out of bounds, what had she been thinking?

“Do I take it that you wish to follow in young Domino’s footsteps?” Bentley said wearily.

“Sir?” Angel said quizzically, her voice barely a whisper.

“The quad, you were crossing the quad. I mean, I presume you have not joined the teaching staff since breakfast this morning?”

“No Sir I…”

“So you thought you would take a leaf out of Domino’s handbook on how not to survive Chadsworth?”

“No Sir, I mean well Sir… I mean…”

“I have not had cause to cane you before,” Bentley said taking up the stick from his desk.

The scratch-rattle of wood on wood set Angel’s teeth on edge.

“Copycat actions call for a reciprocal response,” Bentley continued, “You might not have been caned before, but you know the drill.”

“Yes Sir,” Angel said miserably.

She slowly unbuttoned her blazer while the housemaster turned an old tattered armchair away from the wall so that its back faced the middle of the room. There was no unbleached patch on the carpet underneath as might be found under other furniture in the room; this chair was moved too often for that. Indeed this was the second time today he had turned it to face the wall. Bentley tapped the seat of the chair with the cane tip as Angel reluctantly stepped forward so that the front of her thighs pressed against the back of the chair. Tucking her school tie into her blouse she flopped forward so that her elbows touched the seat of the chair and her skirt-clad bottom was elevated.

Glancing down, Bentley sighed and flipped Angel’s skirt up for her, extracting a small gasp from the nervous 18-year-old as he did so. Then an age passed as she waited on the rest. Debagging wasn’t inevitable, certainly not for a first taste of the stick, but a bare-bender was the traditional sanction for a quad invasion.

Bentley let out a long slow breath and then said in an efficient tone, “don’t dawdle there lets have those down.”

Tears pricked at Angel’s eyes and she remembered he had said ‘reciprocal response.’ Domino had been caned on the bare then, she realised and took a strange comfort from that as she rocked her hips to work the last veil of modesty over her hips.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Bentley had shown the least pleasure at her exposure, but the old disciplinarian was too business-like for that.

The cane sliced with a thwack that cut deep and Angel announced it with a wet wail. You cry-baby, she cursed herself, but a quick succession of strokes stole her thoughts.

There were eight strokes in all. Each one searingly placed below the last and none of which were allowed to stop singing before the next arrived. In all the caning took less than a minute, by which time Angel was blubbing like a sprog.

“Alright pull them up,” Bentley growled.

Angel got unsteadily to her feet and hastened to obey. She stopped to wipe her eyes with her sleeve, cursing the fact that her nose was running.

Bentley dropped the cane onto the desk with a clatter and the turned expectantly to face her.

Angel sniffed and managed to remember to extend her hand out to the housemaster. “Thank you Sir,” she said, her voice slightly strained.

“Alright, get out,” Bentley said with a sigh, adding, “You silly girl.”

Angel stumbled for the door and not waiting for it to fully open, squeezed through the narrow gap like a fleeing cat. Immediately on the other side she clamped her hands to her bottom and burst into tears again. She might have given her tears full voice, but there by the window was a very sorry looking Domino.

“You can’t be serious,” Angel gasped.

Domino just ducked her head, her face at least as red as her bottom must have been. Two canings in one day, Angel marvelled, I think I’ll pass on that.

“You okay?” Domino mumbled. It was probably the first two words she had ever spoken to Angel. It was almost worth a caning.

Then remembering herself Angel could only nod before she managed, “you?”

“He… I already got… I…” Domino looked far from the cool kid today. In fact she sounded downright childish as she added, “How many did you get for the quad?”

“Eight,” Angel said ruefully. “On the… with my…”

“Down? Yes I know.”

Kat kept her distance as she watched first Angel and then Domino come from the direction of John Bentley’s study. Both looked in a sorry state compared with how they went in; although only marginally so in Domino’s case.

She couldn’t explain it, but she needed to get close to the action; to drink it all in. Taking a deep breath she walked with determined strides towards the housemaster’s study and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Bentley said from within. He sounded like God.

Kat crept into the room like a student and then stood staring at the great man with a stupid expression on her face.

“And what do I owe this pleasure?” Bentley said as he put another teacup on the tray. “Oh I presume…?”

“Yes… eh thanks.” Kat worked her mouth and struggled for something else to say.

“It is funny you know,” Bentley said without looking up. “You come here at least twice a day for tea, but you never do seem to have a reason.”

“I… that is you…” Kat blushed and looked at her feet. My God, she thought, is this how the girls behave when they are in here?

“Yes?” Bentley handed Kat a cup of tea.

“You just caned,” Kat cleared her throat, “Angel and… eh that new girl…”

“Domino, yes I did. What of it?”

“I was just… I mean I was never… I…” Kat put the cup down. She felt completely stupid.

“I see.” Bentley smiled and put his own cup down. “If you come here one more time without a good reason, I think I will satisfy your curiosity,” he said with a wink.

“Oh,” Kat blanched, “Oh I…” She bolted for the door.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock at Bentley’s door.

“Come in Kat,” he said easily.

After a long pause a shamefaced teacher crept and cringed into the room.

“Are you here for tea or do you actually have a good reason this time?”

“Neither I think,” Kat whispered.

Bentley drew himself up and tried to hold her gaze. Neither of them spoke until the room became so still the cries from the far off sports field could be heard. Finally Kat lifted her gaze and met his eyes.

“You know how this is done?” Bentley smiled sympathetically.

Kat shook her head a little and blushed.

“Then I will explain,” Bentley said taking up the cane.

Five minutes later a girlish squeak could be heard at the end of the passage leading to Bentley’s study, followed by a definite wail that only a sprog would make at her first caning. Except that these wails had a decidedly more mature edge to them. Three sixth formers in a day had to be some kind of record, Miranda thought as she hurried on. If Bentley was in a caning mood she would make herself very scarce. Besides Angel was finally very amenable to some very intimate TLC and she had much better things to do.

Inside Bentley’s study Kat lay folded over the back of his tatty armchair panting for England. Eight vivid red ridges stood up on her ample bare bottom and the Victoria plum staining was beginning to merge into a single bar.

“Do you usually… I mean this many?” Kat didn’t know what she was asking. A tear rolled down the crease between her nose and her cheek.

“It won’t be over until I decide it is,” Bentley said firmly.

“Yes Sir,” Kat panted.

“Seven more right where you sit,” he said evilly, and why not he thought, she had asked for it.

Helpless, Kat steeled herself. Much more than she could handle, she thought. Just as she had always thought it would be.

The next stroke drew a scream.

Kat didn’t bother to dress after the handshake and instead leaned against the mantle trying to catch her breath as Bentley poured some more tea.

“I’ll take mine standing up,” Kat smiled through her still copious tears. “It will probably be my last cup for a while,” she added as she took the cup and saucer in an unsteady hand.

“Thursday, you can take tea with me again then. Standing up of course,” Bentley said firmly.

“Thursday,” Kat gaped, “that’s three days.”

“Do you good,” Bentley said with a grin.

“Yes Sir,” Kat said reluctantly, but something thrilled inside her; her curiosity still not satisfied.

Ends.

MarQe 's Study: She knows it's coming !!

MarQe 's Study — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 14:04:00 +0000

Very Pensive Look on Her Face !!

All Things Spanking: Prepared to give a spanking

All Things Spanking — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 09:22:29 +0000

A seductively dressed Clare Fonda is prepared to administer another OTK spanking. With implement in hand, she is merely awaiting the subject’s arrival at which point the paddling will begin. Follow the links to see more of Clare, and her associates.

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admin: Tigress with a Tawse

admin — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 04:26:50 +0000

Combining the beauty of a fashion model with the physicality of a varsity athlete, Cassie Hunter is a disciplinarian to be both worshipped and feared. Woe be to the pathetic male creatures who find themselves on the wrong end on her strap.

Visit Cassie’s Weekly Updates page to enjoy more corporal punishment photos, courtesy of her website Captured by the Hunteress.

LUDWIG'S ROHRSTOCK-PALAST: Consent At Spanking Parties

LUDWIG'S ROHRSTOCK-PALAST — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 20:04:00 +0000

Yesterday I read a very well-written post published by Adele Haze about the topic of safewords. She linked to two articles which touched an even more disturbing topic – real rape in kinky play. I would like to write down a few thoughts on safety issues, dangers in kinky play and safewords as well, because I think those are very important topics which should be widely discussed in our community. I will need some time to think these things through, though.

But there is a related topic about which I meant to write for a while, so I am starting off with this one. It was brought up by a very thoughtful post written by Paul At North Gare titled Grounding Consent. It was about the more informal style of giving consent in the spanking community compared to the usually more formally negotiated consent in the BDSM world. Paul gave an example of such an informal negotiation process finally leading to a consensual spanking:

Person #1: *pours water on Person #2* [Hello! I'd like it if you spanked me! Is that okay?]
Person #2: “Do that again, miss, and there’ll be trouble.” [That would be fine, but I'd like to confirm I have your consent.]
Person #1: *pours more water* [This is confirmation that I want you to spank me, and am giving my consent.]
Person #2: “Come here!” [Your consent has been received!]
Person #1: “Ouch! I’m being spanked by you!”
Person #2: “I’m spanking you!”

The main problem of this approach, in Paul's view, is that there is a negotiation about the consent to play through this form of flirting, but what is missing is the negotiation about the consent for the flirting itself. As he puts it: "The surface form of flirting carries embedded within it a request for consent, a giving of consent, and an acknowlegement that consent has been agreed. That approach can work, and often does […] but I find I’m not drawn to it. I like the clarity and honesty of clear consent. […] In order to feel free to flirt — never mind to play — I want to know that such flirting is consented to, and what the ground rules are."

I completely agree with Paul in that I prefer to have the explicit consent of someone I want to play with, as well as clearly negotiated ground rules. Of course Ludwig sometimes spanks me spontaneously and I love that, but with others whom I don't know so well I prefer to have a clear idea of what is about to come and about their ideas and limits for a scene. When I read Paul's post it occurred to me that the way consent for spankings is often given at spanking parties even involves a second problem. One that often makes me feel a bit insecure at meetings with other spankos and spanking parties.

The thing is that I love a bit of banter, especially with people I like. In vanilla environments this isn’t a problem. My friends know me and they know that the comments I make are just good fun. But in kinky environments I am sometimes afraid that a spontaneous, teasing comment could be misinterpreted as a flirt and a play request. Since I’m often not in the mood for playing with others especially people whom I don’t know very well , that sometimes gives me the feeling that it is better to contain and strictly control myself in kinky environments due to their flirting rules, in order to avoid any misinterpretation.

Of course I can tell people in advance that I don't want to play. But, first of all, that means I'm depriving myself of the chance to join in spontaneously if I develop the right mood for it later. And secondly, I still wouldn't be sure whether banter might be considered to be an unfair way of flirting without any real outcome for the others involved.

I would love to hear about your experiences with play events. Do you like explicit negotiations about consent and limits in advance or do you prefer the way of flirting? What kind of experiences have you made with different forms of asking for consent and establishing rules? Did you always have the feeling that your play partner had clearly given his or her consent? And did others always know whether you had given consent to them and to which extend? You are very welcome to join the discussion.

kaya: Vacay

kaya — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 17:47:09 +0000

See you when I get back!

GET YOU DAILY SPANKINGS: BARE BOTTOM ACROSS HIS LAP!

GET YOU DAILY SPANKINGS — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 14:56:00 +0000

OH YEAH:

Valdor: Uniform Special – Military – Video

Valdor — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 13:50:15 +0000

I sometimes struggle to come up with mainstream videos to go with my uniform posts but I have the perfect selection for this subject. It comes from the 1991 TV drama Young Catherine. The year is 1744, and the beautiful young Catherine Julia Ormond is torn from her homeland to marry Grand Duke Peter Reece [...]

Positively Spanking: Modern vs. Classic

Positively Spanking — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 05:17:00 +0000

For me and many other spankos of my generation my introduction to spanking as something exciting and titillating came via movies. There was no Internet in those days and no uncut and unedited films anywhere but the theater at least until Home Box Office came along . And of course, only network television had series in those days. As I cut my teeth on movie spanking scenes, it should come as no surprise that I still like a good movie spanking. However, modern films offer us precious little compared to those "old standbys" from my youth--"Kiss Me Kate", "McLintock!", "Blue Hawaii" and others.

So tonight, I'm going to critique a few modern scenes. I will note when I haven't seen the entire movie. On some of them, I don't know anything beyond the two characters involved. But on most I've at least read a synapses of the plot. So here goes. First up, the movie I believe opened the floodgates."Secretary" 2002 delves into the ugly private lives of two people--Edward, a perfectionist lawyer played by James Spader and Lee, his very troubled secretary well played by Maggie Gylenhall . In the spanking scene, I feel the scene is well set. Lee makes many typing errors and one day Edward calls her into his office. He asks her to bend over the desk and place her elbows flat, which she does. Then, he spanks her as she reads the error-laden letter aloud and more than once . The spanking scene, with its build up, is very well done except for Spader's hand. As the spanking progresses, it looks more like he's doing some kind of martial arts than spanking a bottom. This movie also sends a negative message: only someone who's as psychologically damaged as Lee is would be interested in having a man spank her. I was a newbie in the spanking scene when this film came out and I was disappointed in how it portrayed us.

Next up, spanking as a diversionary tactic. British actor Clive Owen spanks a woman in a museum in "Shoot Em Up" 2007 . I've already blogged about this film but I felt I need to include the scene here. Because both participants are standing, it's bad from a positioning standpoint. We never really see his hand strike her bottom. Aside from that, the movie is unbelievably, orgiastically violent. This is one of the movie's lighter moments.

Next, a British film that's so dark and depressing it makes "Secretary" look light and breezy. In "Fish Tank", 2009 Michael Fassbender the oh so lovely Michael Fassbender takes his girlfriend's bratty, foulmouthed daughter, Mia well played by Katie Jarvis over his knee and spanks her for insulting him. Unfortunately, he also sleeps with her so a creepy element comes into play. The scene is realistically brief and Mia's overreactions to the moderate spanks is adorable. Obviously, no one has ever done this before. I haven't seen the complete film but it looks like a fairly sordid film.

Another teenager who endures a spanking is Hailee Steinfeld in the Coen Brothers' remake of "True Grit" 2010 . This is another film I have already blogged about but I felt it worth a mention. Matt Damon as the puffed-up Texas Ranger LaBouef takes the stubborn Mattie Ross over his knee and spanks her, then decides a switch would work better. I liked this scene, all in all and liked the film as a whole. It was duly reported that Miss Steinfeld wore padding and didn't feel a thing. But at least we can actually see him spanking her.

Now on to a television show. I have to admit that I have never watched "Weeds". It's not the kind of thing I would watch. But in the scene in question, Nancy played by Mary Louise Parker is taken over the knee of I guess a guy she's doing business with and has her dress pulled up for good measure. Now, Miss Parker is no ingenue. I first saw her over 20 years ago in "Fried Green Tomatoes" so it does my heart good to see an older lady in this position. Probably the nicest, most well-filmed spanking I've seen in many years, even if I don't like the show.

Next, a movie I know very little about. Jessica Alba has her bare bottom whipped with a belt by Casey Affleck in "The Killer Inside Me". Of course, all this whipping leads to sex. But we never actually see what's supposed to be happening. Rumor has it that a body double may have been used for the scene. Not a very good scene in my opinion. When I watch a spanking scene, I want to see the spanking, thank you.

Last, and probably least, the much maligned "A Dangerous Method" 2011 . In this film from director David Cronenberg, the relationship between Sigmund Frued Viggo Mortensen and Carl Jung the yummy Michael Fassbender is explored via the study of one of Jung's patients, a woman named Sabine played by Keira Knightley . Sabine is a nymphomaniac and also has issues stemming from beatings administered by her cruel father. Again, the spanker is Michael Fassbender. But unlike "Fish Tank", where the spanking of a bratty girl makes the scene enjoyable, there's no real build up here. Also the spanking is rather stylized. In another scene, she's tied to a bed while Fassbender uses a belt on her backside. However, we never actually see the blows land on her bottom the same problem I had with the previous film and there are also Ms. Knightley's ambivalent comments about filming the scenes.

All in all, not too bad for modern movies. I don't think Hollywood will ever again give us a spanking scene as delicious as the one in "Blue Hawaii", where the whole thing is seen and no tricks were pulled. I think modern actresses are less likely to agree to a scene like that at least not without a lot of restrictions . Most have the same attitude as the very uptight Keira Knightley: I'll do it for art's sake, but it better not be real. This is a shame. I also think that most leading men would be hesitant to do a scene like that because it might reflect badly on them. When "True Grit" was released, I remember seeing interviews with Matt Damon where he makes sure to mention that he doesn't spank his kids, lest anyone think otherwise and his stock in Hollywood plummets. By the way, I deliberately left out the one-smacker in "The Descendants", in which Damon's pal, George Clooney, smacks the bottom of his teenage daughter once for taking badly about her mother while she lays in a coma. Like a lot of modern scenes, you don't actually see his hand connect with her bottom. It's like modern directors think we won't notice that we've been ripped off. I was especially disappointed in Cronenberg for the completely faked scenes in "A Dangerous Method". I always thought him a tough and uncompromising filmmaker. A guy who can film a scene like the tragic ending in "The Fly" is too scared to show an actual spanking in one of his films. Maybe he has mellowed with age. At any rate, modern tastes will dictate what kinds of movies will get made. So even when Hollywood does give us a spanking scene, expect it to be within the context of modern times--either darkly vicious, leeringly sexual, or completely fake.

Spank Chief: Friday Updates & My News

Spank Chief — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 14:56:49 +0000

This will be the last post on here for a week or so, as I am going away and won’t be able to write up anything, so I apologise, maybe it’s time for you to check out my generous archives of content? this blog does go back to 2006, frightening, [...]

SPANKING MINNESOTA: Multiple Choice

SPANKING MINNESOTA — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:38:00 +0000

You've just informed your wife/girlfriend that she's going to get a good spanking.

She stomps her foot, folds her arms across her chest, and says, "Honey, I'm too old to be spanked!"

How do you respond?

A "Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear."

B "By golly, love, you're right. We need to sit down in a calm and collected manner and discuss altermative methods of action like two rational adults."

C "Oh. Okay, Grandma, let me get you your walker before you hurt yourself....."

D You don't say anything. Instead, you go ahead and turn her over your knees, bare her bottom, and spank her behind until it glows in the dark.

And the correct answer is.................

admin: A Long Overdue Spanking

admin — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 05:12:42 +0000

Sarah has a voracious appetite for shiny, pricey things, but she’s not keen on work. She does, however, enjoy provoking men until they boil, so it’s no surprise when one of them finally turns her over his knee.

Click Here for free photos and video of this blonde beauty getting spanked.

Lottie's Spanking Place: Low Pain Tolerance :

Lottie's Spanking Place — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 12:04:00 +0000

Something is troubling me.

I seem to have a much lower pain tolerance than I did before. I am sure my boyfriend is not spanking me any harder than before but yet often I find it is really hurting me, so much that sometimes Im doing everything in power to get off his lap! Now I know discipline spankings are supposed to hurt but it seems that they hurt much more than they did before.... Not suprisingly I am not happy about this! Even when we are only play spanking it sometimes feels really painful.

I can only put it down to a lack of spanking activity since 2010. For a while I rarely got spanked at all, partly due to where I was living and lack of privacy but also I guess I just lost some of my spanking mojo. It has only really been a month or so since we started again, getting on average 2/3 spankings a week. I am just a bit worried that it does'nt seem to be getting any less 'hurty' but I suppose I may need to give it more time. I cannot think what else it may be.... I do remember hearing that you ladies are more sensitive to pain according to the time of the month and your hormones although I do'nt think that is the case here as it is the same throughout the month!

I guess the only solution might be more spankings.....I just hope my bottom won't be wimpy forever!

Spanking In Suzy's World: I want a Pizza!

Spanking In Suzy's World — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:45:00 +0000

I've been on a no fast food, no restaurants, basically just home cooking diet for 4 weeks now and I miss PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!! Pizza has long been my favorite easy and cheap food to eat and it was a pretty regular part of our meal plan for a long time, so it's been very hard to go without it. A little birdie said we might have a treat over Superbowl and have a veggie pizza, I have my fingers and toes crossed.. I've done pretty well with my diet and I've written in my diet journal every single day, so I think a treat would be well deserved :

TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURES: You Can't Sit Down

TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURES — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:38:00 +0000

The title of this post is the title of a 1963 upbeat rock'n'roll hit. I heard it today on radio and thought it would be a perfect anthem for the following photos.

Random mussing: The new year

Random mussing — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 18:46:00 +0000

It's been so long since I have been able to sit down and update. A good number of changes have been going on. In addition, I still lack internet access at home. That means I'm still relegated to having to go to B&N or some where else for internet access.

I'll work on getting a substantial update going. Especially since it looks like I have some new followers. Don't want to let my readers down.

I took some time off work so I'll try and get a good update done by the end of the week.

Our Bottoms Burn: In The Louisiana Swamps

Our Bottoms Burn — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:14:00 +0000

We stopped for a few days in Cajun country. For those across the pond, who might not know, southern Louisiana has quite a few French-speakers from Acadia in what are now the Canadian Maritime provinces. They have had a pronounced effect on the local culture and cuisine. Unique in the States.

So we were taking a nature walk and came upon this lass. I would have asked if she was Cajun, but I could not get a word out of my mouth. Must be French bread in the basket. You did see the basket didn’t you?

Isn’t nature grand?

New ish To Spanking: Party Play

New ish To Spanking — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 15:24:00 +0000

Yes, I know it's been a while, life rather got in the way. When life gets busy, both the inclination and the time to blog rather go out the window.

I've eventually got round to putting pen to paper because I've been wondering about how, and why my style of play has changed. When I first started this journey, getting on for four years ago, my play for the first year or so was only ever in private. I didn't really know enough people in the wider scene to attend parties. That changed at the beginning of 2009 and I started attending, and playing at many parties. I was often the one who would end up being that little bit too cheeky, and be dragged upstairs by all and sundry to be taught a tongue in cheek lesson.

Over the last 10 months or so that's changed. While I'm still playing privately though not nearly as often as I'd like, the joy of a job where I'm often not in the country I'm finding it hard to play at parties. I'd like to say first of all that this isn't anything to do with any of the people I've played with. I'm lucky in that I have fantastic people that I can play with, both in private and at parties. There's been no horrible incident that's put me off playing. I'm just more reluctant to play at parties.

I think a lot of it comes down to stress. For various reasons, mostly work related, I have been quite stressed over the last year or so. I've found stress to be one of the biggest factors in lowering my pain threshold, and I think this is where the problem lies:
Lower pain threshold = spankings hurting more = more likelihood of tears, and tears are not a good thing at parties. Tears are fine when playing in private, as long as your play partner is ok with them. Tears at parties are not so good. Especially the sort of tears I often cry. The nasty horrible, losing control, red eyes, runny nose type.

And I suppose there we have the heart of the matter. I'm scared of losing control in a situation where I then have to go downstairs and face people. I'm scared that what would have one felt like a playful spanking will feel so much harder and so much more difficult to cope with.

What I really ought to do is just try it, and see what happens. If I do break down in tears, maybe I just save the play for private, but the chances are, that me being me, I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill and will actually be fine!

Sarah Gregory: New Photos

Sarah Gregory — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 07:07:08 +0000

I am super excited about the new photos I have added to my portfolio taken by Michael Vincenzo. They are on my fetlife too, but i also wanted to share a few of my faves here. Enjoy.

By the way…did I mention I love my blonde hair. Don’t worry for those of you who don’t, it seems I change hair color with the wind…..lol.

Strange Imagination: Tom's School Days 16

Strange Imagination — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 19:11:00 +0000

SPANKING PICS: Birthday Spankings Over The Knee

SPANKING PICS — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 18:52:00 +0000

The final set of birthday spankings for this go around, more to come later in the year.

Hermione's Heart: You broke my cane!

Hermione's Heart — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 11:00:00 +0000

It's true! Last week I actually broke a cane. Yes, it was me, not Ron. But it wasn't on my bottom. To be honest, it wasn't actually a cane; Ron prefers to call it a walking stick.

Let me start from the beginning. We went for a walk, and because of the icy road conditions, I slipped and twisted my ankle. I didn't actually fall, and it didn't hurt much, so we continued our walk. But once we returned home and I had settled down to read, my foot started to throb quite painfully. I rubbed it a bit, and tried to ignore it, but when the phone rang, I could only limp slowly across the room to pick up the receiver. Ron brought me some pain pills and gave me a nice foot massage, which helped quite a bit. By dinner time I struggled to stand up and had to hold onto various pieces of furniture to reach the stairs. It was going to be a long evening.

"Think of it as a spanking," Ron encouraged me as I climbed the stairs. Yes, I'd thought of that too, but somehow the pain in my foot was much different from the familiar pain in my bottom. I was going to need some help, and I saw just what I needed when I reached the top of the stairs. Ron's walking sticks were in a corner beside the front door. He always carried one when he goes for a walk, to fend off any loose dogs roaming the neighborhood. I selected the shortest one, a light wooden cane with a carved horn handle, and experimented. It helped immensely, and I was able to get to the kitchen with minimal difficulty.

While Ron prepared dinner, I sat at the kitchen table, my foot resting on a chair, and supervised. I felt a bit guilty letting my husband do all the work, so i thought I could do a little to assist him. I tried to stand, leaned too heavily on cane and the handle snapped off with a loud crack.

"Sorry, I broke your cane," I apologized, and sat down again.

"It's not a cane, it's a walking stick. It doesn't matter; I can fix it." Ron brought me a sturdier metal one that I wouldn't be able to break, stood it in the corner behind me, then went off to find some glue.

I left the rest of the meal preparations in Ron's capable hands, and the result was delicious. When we had finished dinner, he asked if if needed any help. I said he could pass me the cane.

"You want me to cane you?" Well, maybe later. I wasn't exactly in the mood for more pain at the moment.

I managed to struggle down the stairs with the help of the stick and the railing. Ron was right behind me, and as I reached the bottom, he gave my seat a couple of smart spanks as a little encouragement. Talk about motivation!

A few more painkillers and a good night's rest did the trick. By the next day I had recovered enough to walk unaided, and the broken cane was also feeling much better.

I'll have to remember to take him up on that offer of a caning.

Vesta's submission: Motivation to write web journals

Vesta's submission — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 02:24:00 +0000

A fascinating discussion begun by Remittance Girl about the definition of pornography had me asking a similar question to her: Why do I write here? It was once suggested to me that I have such an inclination for "use" that I don't mind being used by total strangers and perverts I'm sure the phrase was used in the nicest of ways .

It is true that if I wrote with no readers it wouldn't feel the same. Even if there are no comments at all, I can see from the stat counter that people are reading and it means something - though I don't really know what it means. I'm not at all an exhibitionist. I'm much more inclined to wear the outfit that allows me to blend in with the crowd. I'd like to think that I get a few admiring glances but I don't want people ogling me. I don't want that sort of attention.

I am willing to concede I may be a bit of a voyeur. I do so enjoy finding Tumblr photographs that turn me on. I enjoy artwork that has an erotic effect; words that have an erotic effect. I very much enjoy certain movies like 'Nine and half weeks' and 'Secretary' and 'Eyes Wide Shut' and even some songs can lull me into a sense of happiness; fulfilment, joy, arousal. So, if anything I am a voyeur of life and not at all an exhibitionist. Except for this darn web journal which keeps pulling me in.

I do write naughty things elsewhere now quite regularly and I don't have any desire to share that; just the writings here. And, you may or may not have noticed but I am being a bit more discriminating about what I post here. There is some sort of movement away from the need to share as much as I once did. I don't quite know what that is about since we're having a lot of fun in that bedroom of ours and my husband is very much more into taking control right now, which is incredibly satisfying.

Perhaps, I am more settled. Yet, the desire to write here hasn't stopped at all. I write regularly, even if the content is a bit different.

Could it possibly be that this web journal is a desire to hold onto this part of my personality...this little segment of me that actually enjoys titillating and engaging with others in a slightly decadent way...this little fragment of myself that is exhibitionist; that can imagine myself being amongst a roomful of men with me as the central object of their desire?? Could I really be that naughty inside my head???

And yet, I really don't like blatant comments. I don't want to hear dirty talk from just anyone. I am deeply discriminating about that. I may want to tittilate you but I don't really want you to tittilate me back. I have always been ultra fussy and I can count on my left hand the men over my life who have been allowed into my mind. I think there would be a finger or two left over, actually. I'm not looking for cyberspace lovers or anything remotely like that. If you like to read and you like me that is enough for me.

Am I and people like me nothing more than shameless hussies, in the intellectual sense...within the confines of our minds? And what do you call that? Erotica, pornography or simply taking the opportunity to express a part of ourselves which society is unsure about: full blooded women with huge appetites?

The Spanking Spot: Spanking in the Playoffs

The Spanking Spot — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 20:00:00 +0000

Well Dear Reader my beloved football team has vanquished the city by the bay and soon will do battle with the horrible and evil New Englanders looking for revenge for the stunning upset of their 18-1 season in 2007. Of course they will ultimately be unsuccessful! But of course we have two weeks of smack [...]

Erica Scott: Life, Love & Spanking: Raw

Erica Scott: Life, Love & Spanking — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:09:00 +0000

This will not be the typical Monday night blog. Tonight was much more personal; there are no pictures. In a way, I don't feel like blogging about it. But I know I need to.

Looking at all those old photo albums kind of stirred up a hornets' nest. Feelings and memories resurfaced. I hated most of those shots; I hated my life when those shots were taken. So I ridiculed them. And I invited you all to ridicule them with me.

None of you did. And ST was none too pleased with me.

There was no opening small talk when he came in. He grabbed my hand, pulled me into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. Then he told me what he thought of my last couple of blogs, and of the awful things I'd said about my pictures.

"You knew a lot of assholes back then," he said. "But you don't have to keep buying into and perpetuating their lies."

I was honestly bewildered. "I'm not," I said. "I'm just being honest. Those pictures are ugly. I WAS ugly."

"No, you weren't. What did you expect people to say when they saw them?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno -- 'Gee, Erica, you sure cleaned up good'?" He laughed.

"I want you to recognize the lies; I want you to see what everyone else sees," he said, sitting next to me. "That you were beautiful then, and you're beautiful now."

Fucking tears. Always at the ready. Endless, bottomless well of the damn things. "Stop it," I mumbled, ducking my head. "You're going to make me cry. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at those pictures and not find them hideous." And then the waterworks started.

He pulled me close. "Don't think because you're crying that I'm not going to spank you," he warned. But he was too tender-hearted to do it at that moment. I lay in his arms, facing away from him. Even then, the internal nattering wouldn't stop. Don't look at me. I look ugly when I cry. My eyes swell, my makeup smears, my nose gets red like a boiled lobster. Don't. Look. At. Me.

Quite the opposite from my usual "look at me! look at me!" demeanor.

We talked a bit, my tears dribbling down the whole time, him stroking my hair. I felt embarrassed about my recent blogs, ashamed of still being so goddamn full of grief over my past. I thought I'd exorcised a lot of that, writing my book. But then all that old crap comes back and feels as fresh as is it were yesterday.

"You can talk about your feelings," he said quietly. "You can tell people about what happened to you. But you don't get to put yourself down. You don't get to continue where they left off."

I told him random things, fleeting thoughts and memories that skittered into my head. I talked about the time John was getting his hair cut and I was reading a magazine, and his barber called across the room, "And how are YOU, gorgeous?" I heard him. I went on reading and didn't answer. "Um, sweetie?" John said. "He's talking to you." My head jerked up in shock. It honestly didn't occur to me that he'd meant me.

"He couldn't have been talking to me," I murmured to ST. "Who would call me gorgeous, right?"

"I would," ST replied. Oh, damn him and his being so nice. How did he expect me to stop crying when he was being so sweet?

Finally, I did. And he took me across his lap. Rubbing my back, he said, "I don't really feel like spanking you now."

But of course, he did. Lightly at first. Then not so lightly.

It went on for a long time. I don't know how long. He kept it simple: just his hand, one small leather strap and a wooden paddle. We did not switch positions; he kept me OTK for the whole thing. And -- definitely a first -- neither one of us spoke a word. No banter, no dialogue. No sending me to get more implements, no stopping to take pictures. We kept going -- him silent and determined, me accepting and absorbing. The pain was love and comfort and I wanted it.

I didn't shed a tear during the spanking itself. When he stopped, I cried again then. I felt like one enormous exposed nerve. But safe. And so, so very grateful for his presence. For the caring. For his not abandoning or rejecting me.

It was a long time before we talked. Talking would bring me back to reality, and I wanted to stay in the bubble for a while. I guess he did too. Eventually, though, we slipped into comfortable chitchat. Then it was time for him to go. It was raining out, and his pup was home waiting for him.

Because we took no pictures tonight, I'm going to post another old one. But this time, it's one of my favorite photos. Many of you have seen it; I had it up in my old MySpace album, and I have it in my Facebook album. Some of you have not. I was 23 years old.

To this younger version of myself, I share these thoughts.

I'm sorry we had so much pain. Being shy, painfully self-conscious and awkward shouldn't be an invitation for ridicule.

I'm sorry people exploited our vulnerability and desperation to belong, and we were too sensitive to let it roll off. Instead, we absorbed it and believed it all.

More than anything else, though, I'm sorry I wished you were someone else. I'm sorry I ridiculed you and put you down. Because I was the last person in the world who should have done so.

I am 54 years old. Lifelong habits are hard to break. But it's not enough to embrace who I am now; I need to make peace with who I was, as well. I have, somewhat. Just have some more work to do, I guess.

And now, before I lose my nerve and delete all this, I'm going to hit Publish.

SPANKING PIXIE: Spanking Purists

SPANKING PIXIE — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:43:34 +0000

I received a couple of interesting emails recently. One was asking spanking purists and the other was a request for a sement of additional non-spanking punishments to be added to the Punished Brats website.

Let’s first address the term “spanking purist”. Some claim the title proudly acknowledging that their interest in the fetish world is restricted to that of spanking and spanking only. No back whipping, no bondage, no tickling, no bare foot worship, nothing but spanking. Others use the term with the intent of a slight dig that those with a spanking-and-spanking-only outlook are perhaps a bit snobbish or close-minded when it comes to other seemingly related interests.

But how do you truly define a spanking purist? Is it one that only enjoys OTK hand spankings? Some have told me that is the proper and ONLY way to deliver a spanking. What if a paddle is used? That could be termed paddling and therefore not a simple spanking especially if said paddle is one of those large frat style boards to be delivered to the recipient in a bent over position . Is one booted out of the purity camp if they consider implements or other positions to be acceptable play? Is a strap on the bottom still spanking pure and a cat o’nine tails on the back something else entirely?

And what about those non-spanking punishments that are more domestic or traditional in nature that are often seen coupled with spankings like corner time, writing lines, mouth soaping, enforced early bed time? Those things are not spanking so do they cross the line as well?

It was those sorts of additional punishments that were requested as a separate section on the website; I assume with full clip segments of the girl in the corner or writing lines. A very high percentage of the clips currently filmed end with the closing shot of the girl in the corner, but not a full five, ten minute, or hour long clip. Do many spanking enthusiasts enjoy seeing these other punishments in full length? Could a spanking purist enjoy such a thing my guess is no or would even the closing shot of a girl writing lines or getting a mouth soaping ruin the thrill?

Tell me, how do you define a spanking purist? Would you consider yourself one? Can other related punishments be appealing as long as spanking is still the primary focus?

Adele Haze's "Spanking Model Speaks": A spanking blogger once more, or what I did during my sabbatical

Adele Haze's "Spanking Model Speaks" — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 16:22:35 +0000

I’m not sure where the hell to start this post, so I’ll start with the conclusion: I got the cane the other day, as a punishment for a flaw I had requested help with eliminating. The caning hurt, but no more than my pride did for having earned it in the first place. Then I felt better. Then I decided to write a blog post about it.

The paragraph above reads like something I’ve written many times before, but both the event and the decision to blog about it were a novelty to me. Because I hadn’t wanted to be punished for real-life things for a long time, and now I do again. Because my ally in this exercise is Jimmy, for whom a discipline dynamic is a curious new beast he’s exploring at my instigation, rather than a deep-seated kink. Because I haven’t done a stitch of blogging since September, after having blogged at least every other day for over five years. Because my life is so different now than it was less than half a year ago, that I wonder how I can recognise these fingers that are falling on the keys in front of me.

Far from the thought that everybody in the world follows my every move with bated breath, I’m going to give you a short digest of recent events, which can both get you up to speed with where I am, and set the backdrop for the punishment caning that is, after all, the point of this post.

September: Ask husband for a break. Move out with one suitcase, one cat and £600 to my name. Agree to promise not to say a word about it on the Internet; regret the promise instantly because suddenly I’m unable to blog or tweet truthfully about what I’m doing without raising questions. Arrange a room-in-exchange-for-work agreement with a friend’s business, where my boyfriend Jimmy is also living. Lose room and work because of the business going down; receive an offer of floor space from a friend’s friend, move again, this time to the outskirts of London.
October: Sleep on a single mattress in a tiny room with the cat’s litter tray at my feet. Frantically apply for office jobs while trying to stay on top of freelance obligations. Die of sexual frustration due to lack of a bed or any privacy. Turn 32. Go dancing all night for the first time ever. Have mind-blowing sex with Jimmy’s other girlfriend Shona she has a bed . Come down with a chest infection. Recover in time to win a month-long freelance contract with obligatory office hours. Help Jimmy move house he now also has a bed . Help Shona temporarily move into Jimmy’s place down to one bed between three again . Feel isolated. Feel lonely. Feel furious at being unable to express myself through blogging. Prefer this anyway.
November: Commute for 3 hours a day to freelance job; work on existing freelance commitments in the evenings. Help Shona move house yay, two beds again . Shona asks me to be her girlfriend. Jimmy stretches his dominant muscles. I can’t remember when I’ve last had more than one waking hour off. Bite the bullet and tell Abel I’m not coming back; wait for him to be comfortable to make the break-up public knowledge. Could now, in theory, blog again, but can barely see straight for fatigue. Get contract extended.
December: Work days, work evenings. Look for a place to live. Transfer my entire pay to an estate agent and acquire a flat with two bedrooms: one for Jimmy, one for me. Move house; help Jimmy move house. Enjoy having a door and a bed. Pick up my stuff from Abel’s house in a manoeuvre that requires shoving my entire life into a van in two hours. Lose most of the memory of that evening; go to work the next day. Finish contract. Stop functioning for a week. Jimmy has surgery. Reluctantly return Shona to her family for a few days; survive Christmas. Jimmy turns 28. See in 2012; dance all night, have lots of sex, play guitar. Start thinking about blogging.

And so we return to the issue of the punishment caning.

One day I let Jimmy and Shona know that I was going to spend a few hours working on my blog. They made all the right encouraging noises, and I settled at a desk to write.

Here are some of the things I did instead: read Twitter, read FandomWank, read LiveJournal, read some more Twitter while clicking every single link and checking out all the retweeted profiles, watch some Dreams of Spanking movies and read comments on all the scenes. You will notice that none of these activities have in any way involved any writing. When Jimmy finally asked me how the blogging was going, all I could say was, “Errr… FandomWank is great.”

“Would you like some help with that?” he asked. In our relationship this question has developed a new meaning: would you like to give me the authority to make you do this, under the threat of punishment?

Yes, I did.

Subsequently, Shona named the series of exchanges that followed “The Jimmy and Adele Show”. It had dialogues like:

Jimmy: “Put down the summary of all the paragraphs you’re going to write.”
Adele: “Can I finish reading this LiveJournal thread?”
Jimmy: “You can, after you’re done.”

and

Jimmy, from *another room*: “Your word processor looks very similar to your FireFox skin.”
Adele: “…”
Jimmy: “Go on, you can do it. Extend the first summary into a paragraph.”
Adele: “WHY DO YOU HATE FUN?”

The cajoling worked for a while, but the post I was writing – the stupidly long essay about the R v. Peacock trial – was a complex beast. I needed to find a selection of articles to link to, some choice tweets, some news items. I kept taking Twitter breaks; these kept getting longer. Finally Jimmy told me that I was to stay off Twitter until further notice.

I tried. I tried so hard, you may have seen steam of the effort coming out of my ears. When I succumbed to temptation in the end, it didn’t even feel very good. I was so ashamed that I barely skimmed a few tweets, and went back to writing straight away, but my heart was heavy with self-disappointment.

I wondered whether to tell him, or to wait until I was asked. I decided I would tell, but not right away, because by this time we’d broken off for dinner, and I didn’t want the entire evening to be about me. I told Shona though. She doesn’t have a punishment kink as far as we know , but she’s been cheer-leading me through my efforts with the understanding of somebody who’d looked writing block in the face before. She offered me a hug and much sympathy, and it felt better not to carry my guilt around all on my own.

I made my confession the following morning, sick with shame. Jimmy was all sympathy, but sentenced me to a stroke per tweet I’d read, anyway. We’d been experimenting with discipline for several months by then, and he tends to save corporal punishment for a last resort. He’d used it only twice before. The fact that he saw it as necessary now very nearly brought me to tears: it was this, not the eventual caning, that felt like the lowest point of the entire episode.

This didn’t make the writing any easier; I ended up earning twenty-five strokes in total over the course of the day, but at least, eventually, the post was done. And then the caning was done, with me lying flat on the bed with a corner of a pillowcase between my teeth. It felt natural and okay: not a judgement on me as a person, not a pretext for either of us getting off; just a friendly favour, albeit a painful one.

And this was how I came back to being a spanking blogger.

Katisms: Ramblings of an überbrat: Out of Commission

Katisms: Ramblings of an überbrat — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:21:00 +0000

I've had some scary health issues this past month and just recently had surgery. Luckily now I am feeling a lot better and it isn't scary anymore. :

However, with the health scares and the general yucky feelings, play time has hit the sideline. What I hate is why is it when I can't play, I really, REALLY want to. My mind goes crazy and I see spanking scenarios everywhere. Pubsie hasn't helped in that aspect. Never take a spanko to the hospital when his girl has to wear those pajamas that open up in the back. I kept having to slap his hand away as he helped me walk and move around. I'm pretty sure I saw him try to sneak one into my bag when the nurse wasn't watching!

The past few days have been drowsy and doped up, but my mind has been a flutter of spanking dreams and thoughts from personal preferences to great movie scenarios anyone interested in producing one of my doped up spanko fantasy films? ; . Girl refuses to take nasty tasting medication... cute doctor doesn't think the patient is doing what she is supposed to I really hope I didn't share that with the cute anesthesiologist as I thought that prior to being drugged up , and many, many more.

Do you ever find your mind in overdrive when you can't spank or be spanked? Care to share any of these thoughts or pervertables with a gal stuck on her couch for the next week? :-D

Red Bottom Tales: Chillin in the New Year

Red Bottom Tales — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:21:00 +0000

I have no idea where this picture is from, but I could not find any copyrights to it when I googled. My apologies. It fits my current situation though.

I am climbing the walls at home and trying to make the best of it... for 4 weeks and counting. Rumproaster came down for a weekend and wisked me away to the movies to get me out of the house. We went to see War Horse. I highly recommend seeing that one. Take some tissues. It's a tear jerker.

Other than sneaking out to dinner and a movie, I've been sitting at home...drinking good wine, eating good food, watching good dvd's and generally being a bumm.

Hopefully this blog will get some regular updating now. I do hope to get to spring cleaning on this blog soon. It needs an overhaul. Plus I hope to begin doing some post on lovely people I've met in the scene - provided they give their permission. I find that I enjoy the friendships of spankos in a vanilla sense much more than plain vanillas for the most part. Then you can have everyday fun - and if a spanking comes up, no need to hide it. But if not, being in the company of friends is one of life's greatest pleasures. I have some good, sincere, fun loving friends in the scene and have enjoyed them immensely in a variety of situations. Friendships take years to develop and I love to enjoy the progression over time.

Ok, I'm rambling. More later. Hopefully.

THE HOUSE OF RICHARD WINDSOR: Your Favorite Fantasy

THE HOUSE OF RICHARD WINDSOR — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 16:09:06 +0000

The survey below this post was really popular, I received so much feedback that I am going to eliminate the polls and replace them with more interactive surveys from time to time. The best part is that I can gather the information and provide a summary of your thoughts, including comments that may have been made, it should make for a fun experience. Even better with these surveys, they are completely anonymous, designed that way so that people can be open. Now I am away for the weekend, but I want to run another by you where you can detail what fantasy scene works for you in the spanking world. When you think of your triggers, using the survey below, what scene best describes the ideal one for you? Be as creative as you want, I have given some examples but use your own imaginations. In fact, if you have more than one scene in mind simply fill the survey out then return and fill in your second scene, perfect for switches. At the end of it I will provide a nice fun summary. So here goes, have some fun with your thoughts.

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My Bottom Smarts: MBS Spanko Brunch #314

My Bottom Smarts — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 14:00:00 +0000

Hello again, dear friends! We have for your enjoyment a classic brunch question originally posed almost five years ago.

A maintenance spanking is neither disciplinary nor recreational. It is focused instead upon the well-being of the recipient and the relationship. The spanking itself is typically fairly intense and generates considerable residual soreness.

Some couples schedule maintenance spankings at regular intervals. Others employ them as needed. In either situation, the objective is to provide balance, preserve peace of mind, re-establish communication, and reconnect the partners. Our question this week examines whether and how couples utilize maintenance spankings to enhance their relationships.

Do you and your partner employ maintenance spankings? If so, in what circumstances and how effective are they? If not, would you consider this practice? Why or why not?

If you would like to submit a contribution to our brunch discussion, I invite you to leave a comment below. Once everyone has provided their responses, I will publish an edited summary of our discussion.

Old Spanking Pics: See Through Panties

Old Spanking Pics — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 11:34:28 +0000

A spanking picture set from the mid 1970′s.

SPANKOZ SPANKING BLOG: 恭贺新禧

SPANKOZ SPANKING BLOG — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 21:40:00 +0000

恭贺新禧 to our Chinese visitors who have worked out how to get around the Great Chinese Firewall .

Cassandra Park: Story time!

Cassandra Park — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 14:23:42 +0000

I wanted to post a little update about “My First Spanking,” the spanking anthology I’m editing for Ravenous Romance. I’ve received about 20 stories already, and I am going to start narrowing down my choices, this week.

There is still time to get your stories in, and I could definitely use a few more.

Make them quirky, romantic, or sexy — as long as they meet the guidelines see details here , send them in! Submissions are due by the end of January. So far I’m enjoying the variety of themes people have submitted.

Ravenous Romance is run by a Domme friend of mine in the local community, and I’m happy to be joining her list of editors. I do realize that I still need to be writing myself. The last several weeks I’ve been very busy with other freelance editing projects, but I’ve met all those deadlines and I can now focus on this book and on my own stories. I’m happy I have at least started a new piece of fiction. I’m not happy that I have about 3 or 4 other stories started but not finished. All of these need to be looked at again and fleshed out. But one thing at a time.

Questions? Email me at mscassandrapark@gmail.com

Pain Slut [peyn sluht]: noun

Pain Slut [peyn sluht] — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 04:54:00 +0000

Chross: Word Origins XV

Chross — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:51:54 +0000

Today: tan her hide

tan is another word that the English language borrowed from Latin - although not from classical Latin and its ultimate source lies elsewhere.
Medieval Latin knew a verb tannare which meant "tan, dye, a tawny color" and was related to tannum oak bark .
Oak bark is used for tanning leather.
This Latin word, however, was likely borrowed from a Celtic source e.g. Breton tann = oak tree, Gaulish tanno- .
Old English took the Latin word and turned it into "tannian" "to convert hide into leather" and it went on to become tan.

To tan someone's hide in the figurative sense is first recorded in the 17th century. The "sun tan" is from the late 18th century, by the way.

hide is a very old word. Both its meaning as a noun and a verb probably go back to the same root, although their meanings do not seem to have much in common at first sight.

Coming into Modern English via Old English hyd the supposed ultimate origin for both is an Indo-European base *keut in case of the noun via Proto-Germanic *hudiz = skin
*hudiz has many modern relatives in European languages:
e.g. German Haut, Dutch huid, Swedish and Danish hud, all meaning "skin". Also Latin cutis goes back to *keut and has
survived in a number of mostly medical terms like "subcutaneous".
The same Indo-European base also created the Old English verb hydan to hide . This word was mainly used in the sense of "covering" - which is also the semantic link between noun and verb.
Unlike its prolific noun twin to hide as a verb has no relatives in any other living language.

pauldown: Sarah as good as her Word

pauldown — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 16:26:48 +0000

I am thrilled to let you know that Sarah Spankingsarah.com as released the pyjama spanking video she did for me on her last shoot before Christmas. And believe me it is every bit as good as Sarah told me it would be.

I do wish Sarah would do more pyjama spankings for many reasons , not least her backside fits her jammas like a glove. it goes without saying this lady can take a damn good spanking and slippering and although she is a very good actress I think her reactions to this particular whacking is more to do with the sting in her bum than the camera being on her. And why wouldn’t it be? In mister Stern Sarah real life partner we have one of the best spankers in the business. not only does he know how to dole our a spanking and slippering to Sarah pyjama clad and bare bottom you always get a sense that he damn well means it.

The video is really well produced, has great dialog and excellent and varied camera angles.

At the present time I am waiting for the video to go on clips4sale tomorrow but I have seen the free clip from Sarah’s spanking site spankingsarah.com and it clearly indicates and shows just what Sarah’s bottom received and just why she received it. She really should know who is the boss and who has to make the boss his evening hot drink.

All in all its a great scene with Sarah wearing fantastically tight-fitting and thin pyjamas and getting an equally fantastic arse tanning.

I have taken the liberty of grabbing some pics from the vid and reproducing them here. Enjoy, but most of all wither go and join Sarah’s wonderful site or go to her clips4sale site and buy this and loads of other great spanking stuff.

Finally Sarah a big thanks for keeping your word and for producing a wonderful pyjama spanking vid for me and all other jim-jams enthusiasts.

Mister Stern ensure Sarah pyjamas are pulled tight.

And when he is satisfied her jamas are just right he proceeds to tan her bottom, hard and fast

And he goes on and on and Sarah’s bottom wiggles more and more as the heat in her seat reaches boiling point. And like a kettle whistling as the heat increase so do naughty Sarah’s yelps.

And when he is satisfied he has spanked her backside long enough and she thinks its over to He takes his slipper to Sarah’s glorious pyjama clad backside.

The slippering continues with Sarah bending over. Note the label on her jammies clearly seen. Such thin pyjamas are clearly no barrier to the sting of Mister Sterns rubber soled slipper.

Naturally Mister Stern wants to pull those pyjamas down to finish Sarah’s whacking off on her bare red behind, So he does just that.

OldFashionGirl SPANKING!: "Midterm Spanking"

OldFashionGirl SPANKING! — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 16:02:00 +0000

When Veronica came home from school she knew that her father had already gotten the bad news, principal Daley just spoke to him on the telephone and told him that she failed her midterm exams. Veronica was instructed to sit on the ottoman by the window until he decided what her punishment would be. One hour had past when father approached, his sleeves rolled up meant one thing, a SPANKING! Over-the-knee she went and a good spanking commenced. Kicking and squirming did little good to stop his iron hand from landing on her soft, delicate bottom. Once her bottom was bared the spanking intensified. When it was over she laid across his knee and wept. She better do good on her finals or the hairbrush will be put to good use.

Abel: New school story

Abel — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 15:03:07 +0000

Those of you who’ve been enjoying the redesigned “Abel’s Spanking Stories” site might like to know that I’ve just added new school story, called “Second Time Around”. Enjoy…!

PS hope you’re finding some fun reading on the new site – and thank you to those of you who’ve posted kind comments on the stories.

The Heron Clan: Ambiguity

The Heron Clan — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 01:24:00 +0000

We Herons are awash in ambiguity, and with us, those who persist in reading here...

Our story, to this point, is just full of the things that make our BDSM and polyamory lifestyle communities just crazy. Humans don't like uncertainty, lack of definition, confusion, contradiction, upheaval, chaos, paradox, and inconsistency -- and I am convinced that the poly and BDSM communities are even more averse to ambiguity than the rest of the crowd. We like things defined. We like to know who is who, who fulfills which roles, what the relational hierarchies are, and where the power lies. And, furthermore, once we know all of that, we like things to stay put -- no shifting and switching! Masters should stay masterful, and primaries should remain primary -- and, of course as I have repeated over and over , submissives should submit. Get it all laid out, nice and neat and tidy, and then leave it alone. Yeah. That.

Except that life seems to delight in the very swirl of ambiguity that makes so many of us just squirm and avert our gaze. We Herons, of course, have embodied the complexities and contradictions of life. We've described our life and our love here for something over seven years, and when I go back and look at all those 1389 entries, I am struck by what we thought we were doing -- contrasted with the stark reality that I can see from this present moment's perch. Sometimes we thought we were "up;" on top of the world, riding high, with everything going our way -- other times, we've been, like Icarus, a flaming, streaking, disaster; plunging to earth after having dared to fly too close to the sun. Either -- or. What is so interesting to me, in retrospect, is that we never seem to have a clue; we never see it coming; and we pop up, time after time -- believing pretty firmly that it will "all be better when things settle down." Hope springs eternal.

The newest research tells us that we are not alone, finding that 47% of adults in the U.S. suffer with addiction. Nearly half! That's a huge secret that we tend to keep close to the chest; after all, it is easier to keep on believing that only those of defective character and weak will fall into the pit of addiction -- if they are not US. Science is finding the truth -- a perfect storm of genetic predisposition and environmental opportunity that works to capture those with the hidden vulnerabilities even though they make the same seemingly inconsequential choices as their peers.

So, as some warned over the course of the years, ours is a family that has had to confront issues created by addiction to alcohol. In doing that, we've learned to acknowledge and confront the multiple instances of child abuse by His mother, and by mine. We've begun to untangle that morass, learning slowly the pathways by which we come to react to one another as angry, frightened children -- rather than the intelligent and loving adults that we are in other instances. It is a confusing and befuddling transformation that happens in an instant, taking us from tranquil and happy to full on battle mode. Utterly exhausting.

It has, as friends might imagine, played havoc with our power dynamic. The question of "who is in charge," is living large in our intimate lives. We are uncertain of ourselves and of each other. We are each hurt. We are each on unfamiliar ground, becoming something completely new and unexpected -- and we have no clear sense of where that will ultimately take us. Now and then, the spinning brings us around, face to face, so that we can see exactly what a wondrous thing our love is -- but then we whirl off again in different directions and the clouds come flying back in. Somedays, He giggles, and on others He mourns. Somedays, I glow with joy as He fastens my collar around my neck with a familiar certainty, and on others I curse the impossibility of dealing with the sadness and seemingly endless misery that engulfs Him, and so all of us.

I know, we all know, that some might judge us; have judged us for being in this position to begin with, for taking so long to address what might have seemed a clear problem to those who were not IN the middle of it all, for flailing and faltering and fighting our way through this first year of sobriety. I know that there are those who believe that they would have never fallen into this kind of situation; would have chosen more wisely. I know that there are those who KNOW with an unwavering certainty that they would never have remained in this relationship, AND I know that there are others who are convinced that they would have been a much better slave through it all than I have been. I know. I can, on a day when I'm up for making myself miserable, list the names of those who's silent judgement speaks so loudly... They will never, ever understand me, and they will never "get" the truth of this family and our lives together.

A couple of weeks ago, toward the end of my therapy appointment, Dr. J. laid it out pretty clearly for me. I was twisting myself into knots around my mother's continual negative judgments through my growing up years. I was fussing about the sound of her in my head, telling me that I was incapable of making good choices -- too stupid to manage my own life. Dr. J. looked at me, and said, "You've been with Tom for ten years. That's a long time. A lot of living, good and bad. If, today, you had to decide whether to do it again, knowing what you know now; knowing that there would be all of this; knowing that you would have to live through this year of hell -- would you?" I sat there looking at her through teary eyes, and I could hear the blood roaring in my ears, feel my heart pounding in my chest -- and then I heard my voice, steady and strong, say an absolutely unequivocable, "Yes." She smiled a big, broad grin that lit up her face -- and said, "Good." We went on from there, finished my appointment, and I headed on home to my crazy, unpredictable, and completely ambiguous life -- but that YES has reverberated in my mind. I would do it all again.

Maybe I am completely crazy. Maybe no one else will ever understand it. Maybe it makes no sense. That YES is mine -- that YES is His if He wants it. The ambiguity is just the way things are.

Sue

About Spankings: Beach Buns

About Spankings — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 17:01:00 +0000

There is more than one way to get a tan at the beach.

Photo from Spanking Bare Butts

On the Way of Exploration: New and unusual

On the Way of Exploration — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 15:07:00 +0000

Since my decision few months ago to do more modelling I have done quite a big variety of things. And it feel like I have been all over England too! :

I doing more and more of bondage which prove to be really great fun : . I have been suspended for the first time in December and spend few lovely minutes dangling up-side-down : .

I have done loads fo art nude stuff to and I will try not to bore you too much with it, since there is little or no fetishy-kinky stuff in it .

But what really was unusual for me was working for D K Enterprise. A fairly new site, selling clips of girls wearing... well... rather more clothes than Im used to! LOL

I have to say I had rather more fun than I expected wearing, wriggling and rolling in all sort of latex, spandex... you name it, made of outfits.

And I had fun being restrained and tied down too!

And somewhat less fun, but great satisfation from getting free.

If you fancy that sort of stuff, or you don't know yet that you do, do go and have look. On the website you can find a steadily growing amount of clips ranging from struggling in bondage through breath play to..well....ehem...gas mask.

Sorry, couldn't resist to put one on ;

You can find a couple of clips with me including a rather simple and interesting recipe to make Kami cry on the website so far, and if you like watch the space for me as there definitely will be coming more! :

Imagine The Stories: The Pickett Family Holiday, Part 09

Imagine The Stories — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 15:00:00 +0000

Stephanie parked the old red wagon on the porch and took a momentary pause from her chores, staring at the empty wood stack frame. The wagon held a full load of fresh cut firewood, piled two feet higher than its rusted metal edges. She knelt in the space between the wagon and the wood stack, ignoring the cold roughness of the concrete against her bare knees. Her hands went about the business of transferring wood while her thoughts drifted through the raging waters of her guilty conscience.

It’d be easier to tell them now, she thought. I’m already in trouble. How much worse can it get?
She sat back on her heels, wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her arm, sighed, and resumed her work.
A lot.
The voice of a man interrupted her chore-inspired meditation. “Do you think I might be able to steal a couple of those from you?”
She blinked away the images plaguing her consciousness and focused on the reality before her. His black shoes were polished to a dull shine that reflected a meticulousness she rarely encountered. Her eyes moved upward from his shoes drinking in entirety of the man standing over her. He wore tan slacks, pleated and neatly ironed, a black leather dress belt with a shiny silver buckle, and a light blue long sleeve oxford with a buttoned down collar. The shirt pocket even held a pen, black with a silver clip, and a small spiral notepad.
Her gaze settled on his face, pleasant with round cheeks, sparkling green eyes and neatly groomed light brown hair cut to a business length. His lips remained flat, uncommitted to a smile or a frown and his eyes darted nervously from her face to the firewood on both sides of her.
She leaned back, sitting on her heels and brushed her hands together, clearing them of dust and splinters. “Who are you?”
“Jason,” he said and extended his hand down toward her.
Stephanie stared blankly at him.
He said, “I’m Amanda’s boyfriend.”
She inhaled sharply. “Oh.” She shook his hand briefly and then rested her hands on the front of her apron. It occurred to her that he might or might not realize she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the apron. The way his eyes kept avoiding her suggested he was uncomfortable with the situation. She knew the feeling well. “I’m Stephanie, the middle sister.”
“Right.” He nodded. His arms swayed at his sides, fingertips keeping time tapping against his slacks. “I guess you drew the short straw.”
Her eyebrow raised.
His head tilted to the side in a subtle gesture toward the yard beyond the porch. “Working out her instead of helping out in the kitchen.”
Stephanie scoffed shaking her head and looking down at his shoes for a moment before staring back up into his eyes. “Maybe I’m the lucky one.”
“If you truly think so,” his round cheeks grew rosy, “then you’ve got a very odd definition of lucky.”
Her gaze dropped lower and a hot blush graced her own cheeks. Any doubt regarding what he knew of her situation evaporated in the wake of his words. She hoped his observation did not include a view of her posterior, but the hope felt fragile and unrealistic. Her hands found two pieces of firewood on the wagon and she lifted them up in his direction. “I think this is what you were looking for.”
He took the wood and turned back toward the door into the house. A half step later he stopped and looked back. “You know, I could come back and give you a hand,” he said. “If you’d like.”
Stephanie’s hands, already atop more wood in the wagon, paused in their movement as she turned her head back toward Jason. The sympathetic expression on his face transformed into a silly grin in her imagination. She could see him watching her from behind as she loaded the wagon with a fresh batch of firewood. His eyes danced as she bent down, pushing her reddened buttocks out in his direction and his hands clapped together in thunderous applause while she blushed hot as a fire in a hearth.
“Thanks,” she said, blinking away the nightmarish image in her mind’s eye, “but I think I can manage without the applause.”
A short while later, Stephanie stood, push broom in hand, with a pile of dust, dirt and wood splinters gathered at the edge of the porch. The wood stack had been filled, the yard had been cleared of fallen leaves, and her chores were all but finished. She could smell the sweet aroma of butter rolls baking in the oven inside mixed with the rustic scent of wood burning in the fireplace. The cool afternoon air turned cold as the sun dropped below the treetops. A wistful image of standing before the fireplace, warming her hands to the crackle of yellow and orange flame dancing behind the guard, filled her thoughts. She felt warmer just from the imagining.
The back door slid open causing Stephanie to spin around, hiding her exposed back from the sight of her visitor. She realized the glass door made it highly unlikely her visitor hadn’t already gotten an eyeful, but still she felt less embarrassed facing someone. The reflecting glare of the setting sun caused her to squint as she stared toward the door.
Her father stepped out onto the porch and closed the door. He stepped closer until she could see him clearly and there remained only a few feet separating them. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he said.
Stephanie glanced at the pile behind her. “So am I.”
He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and looked around the porch, eyes pausing on the wood stack first and then on the swept pile sitting on the edge of the porch. “Almost isn’t done,” he said.
Her lips fell flat and her eyes failed to meet her father’s gaze. “You said I had until dinner.”
He nodded. “And as usual you’re pushing my limits.”
She stared at his boots. There wasn’t enough time, she thought. Failure was inevitable and we both knew it from the start.
He pointed at the pile. “Finish sweeping that off the edge.”
Stephanie’s eyes followed the invisible line from his finger and turned around. Six quick swipes of the broom later, the porch was cleared and the pile was gone. She turned back to her father and held the broom upright next to her. The silence under the watchful eyes of her father called for some lip biting and she didn’t fight the urge.
He unhooked his thumbs and looked at his wristwatch. “Looks like you’ve got about ten minutes to get yourself out to the shed, take care of that broom, get out of that apron, and put your dress back on for dinner. You think you can handle that or do I need to come along and motivate you?”
Her eyes brightened and she looked up into his face. She smiled as if she had just been given the best gift of the entire year. “Yes, sir,” she said. “I can handle that fine.”
He smiled and chuckled. “Glad to hear it. Now, get going and don’t dally cause your mother won’t be holding dinner for even a second waiting on you.”
Stephanie nodded. She lifted the broom for carrying and scurried off toward the shed as fast as she could manage without her knees ripping the strings off the apron.
Dressed and feeling almost normal, Stephanie sat at the dinner table. The cushion felt hard pressed against her still tender buttocks, but the majority of her morning spanking’s discomfort had long since faded. She ignored the knowing eyes watching her from around the table and instead focused on the food. It smelled incredibly good and, coupled with the fact she had not eaten a bite the entire day, it was all she could do to keep her stomach from roaring with impatience while her father carved the turkey.
Her mother took each plate and in turn filled them with stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, cranberry sauce, and two butter rolls. The plates then moved to Mr. Pickett and he layered them with cuts of turkey, light or dark meat as the plate’s owner desired. Though the process took only a matter of minutes before the plates were filled and sitting in front of everyone, for Stephanie it seemed a virtual eternity as her mouth salivated for the welcome taste of sustenance.
Mr. Pickett took his seat at the table and smile in the direction of his wife. She cleared her throat, drawing the assembled group’s attention to herself. “I’m thankful for 27 years of marriage to the man of my dreams,” she smiled at her husband, “and of course to have all three of my beautiful daughters home for the holiday.”
Across the table, Nicole said, “I’m thankful to have a wonderful family and husband who are always there to support me no matter what.”
Todd chuckled. “That’s just because you don’t like to work.”
Everyone laughed except Nicole. She stared at Todd in a way that made Stephanie wonder if the flatware was about to take flight.
Todd said, “I’m only kidding, but seriously, I’m thankful to have such a beautiful, intelligent, loving, and most importantly, forgiving wife.”
Mr. Pickett said, “I’m always thankful to have my wife and children, but today I’m especially thankful we can all sit and enjoy this meal together.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes. The emphasis her father put of the word sit, intentionally she imagined, made it clear his comment was at least indirectly directed at her and the manner in which she’d spent the morning and afternoon. A glance around the table assured her everyone knew the “hidden” meaning behind his words.
“Well,” Amanda said, “I’m just really thankful it wasn’t my bath towel mom found on the floor this morning.”
Stephanie glared at her younger sister across the table, but Nicole’s tongue was faster. “No, that was yesterday morning,” said Nicole, “by this morning your butt had learned how to hang it up on the rack.”
Amanda blushed and elbowed Jason beside her as if he was supposed to defend her. Instead, he did a poor job of hiding the smirk on his face and said, “I’m thankful just to be here with all of you. It’s really nice to be with a family that actually wants to be together.”
Todd nodded from the other end of the table. “Ain’t that the truth,” he said. “Some years I’m not sure if my dad is going to carve the turkey or my mother.”
Nicole said, “That’s because it gets harder to tell which is which each year.”
“Nicole!” Mrs. Pickett said. “We don’t talk about other people like that, especially not at the dinner table.”
Todd laid a reassuring hand on Mrs. Pickett’s arm. “It’s okay, my dad would say the same thing.”
Mr. Pickett said, “It’s not okay. My daughters were all raised with better manners than that and Nicole knows very well that if she was still living under my roof, she’d be fetching a bar of soap right now for talking like that.”
“I’m sorry,” Nicole said. “I was only joking and didn’t intend to offend anyone.”
Mr. Pickett said, “I doubt Todd’s mother would find it very funny or inoffensive. Shall we call and ask her?”
“Really,” Todd said, “it’s not a big deal.”
Mr. Pickett’s focus shifted to his son in law. “You’re right, it’s not a big deal now, but a lot of little deals have a way of piling up to be bigger than the big deals. I can tell you straight out, if my wife had the audacity to insult my mother at the dinner table, guests or no, she’d at minimum be taking a bare bottomed trip over my knee.”
Todd looked from Nicole to Mr. Pickett. “I understand and respect your way of doing things in your home, but if and when I have issues with Nicole, I prefer to handle them in private.”
“Public or private is your business,” Mr. Pickett said, “but the fact is you aren’t handling things. She steals money out of your wallet, insults your mother, and God knows what else, and you do nothing at all.”
Mrs. Pickett’s eyes opened wide as she stared at Nicole. “You’re stealing again?”
Nicole turned scarlet and shook her head. “No, it was just a misunderstanding. I told him I needed the money and he forgot.”
Mr. Pickett said, “Donuts and coffee aren’t a need.”
Nicole rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Tell that to Todd. He’s the one who has to get a cup of Celia’s brew every morning. That was the first time I’d gone out for breakfast since the middle of July.”
Todd’s head snapped back to his wife. “Excuse me? I get a $3 cup of coffee every morning, yes, but you go out to lunch five days a week and spend a hell of a lot more than three bucks.”
Nicole met her husband’s gaze. “If you’d go grocery shopping more than once a month maybe I wouldn’t have to go out to lunch all the time.”
“Why should I go grocery shopping?” Todd said. “Your the professional homemaker or should I say wrecker considering the messes you leave all over the apartment.”
Mr. Pickett said, “It sounds to me like those little things are already piling up. Maybe you two would like some private time in the shed with my strap.”
Nicole glanced nervously in her father’s direction, but quickly returned her focus to Todd. “I think it would be best if we resumed this discussion at home later.”
Todd looked less than convinced.
Nicole said, “After all dinner is getting cold and Stephanie hasn’t even told us what she’s thankful for this year.”
Stephanie’s stomach voted in favor of being nice to her older sister despite not having in real sympathy for her. She said, “I’m thankful we’re finally going to eat.”
Mr. Pickett glared down the length table at her. Nobody said a word. In fact, no one seemed to be breathing at all.
Stephanie shook her head, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. “And of course I’m very thankful to be home with my loving parents and wonderful sisters and their significant others. It’s truly a wonderful life I’m living.”

Not My Original Vows: Games That Make You Wonder

Not My Original Vows — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 17:16:00 +0000

I started playing a few on-line games recently thanks to Cookie. She sent me a friend request, and on a whim I decided to accept. All these years I have been on Facebook I have never accepted a request for anything. Now, I know why. They are addicting, time consuming, and before you know it several hours have past. They draw you in, and to go on to other levels, or expand property, you have to get friends to help-thus, all those annoying requests I've received over the years. Funny, now I am the one sending them. I have however stuck to people I see participate in the same games.

The object of both games-Gardens of Time and Gnome Town is to find hidden objects in a cluttered scene. After a few days of playing, my spanko mindset kicked in and began to wonder if the inventors may have a little kink in their blood as well. There are items of all sorts to please kinks of all kinds. For a spanker/spankee there is the belt, cane, brush, and handprint. For time-out's-a bench or stool, even a hour-glass or pocket watch to help you keep track of time. For bondage- rope or chain. If you lean towards more extreme play, you have a strand of barbwire or bullwhip. If your into role-play there is a school uniform, or a gavel if you feel like finalizing a punishment in a court setting. I am sure there are several other items I am missing, but these are just a few that peaked my interest and made me wonder what if....

Thomas also sent me a link to a game called KOL. He has written about this game on his blog. This game also has paddles of all sorts, and other items that make you think what if as well.

So this made me think, are the games really for children or kinky adults with active imaginations?
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Underling's Humblings: Another Country - Part Two

Underling's Humblings — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 15:27:00 +0000

Way back in August, we left a guy called Richard standing naked in the African hotel room to which a young maid had just delivered the instrument of his correction. Now, even for a spoiled bigot like him five months is probably too long to be stood in the corner - so it's high time we found out What Richard and Emily and Dupé Did Next.

Before diving unprepared into this month's thrilling episode - actually, on re-reading it, it's something of a slow burner! - you might like to catch up on what happened in Part One.

Part Two

Dupé's mouth opened wide, but all that came out was a small, quiet "Oh." She glanced down at the limply held brush before relinquishing it to the woman, who turned it over and slapped its polished walnut back against her own palm with a satisfied smile.

"This is perfect, my dear - Dupé, isn't it?"

The maid turned her head slightly to acknowledge the question; but her eyes were already back on the shockingly naked figure in the corner, and now she found she could not look anywhere else.

"Of course you've met my husband, Richard," chuckled the Englishwoman, "although you may not recognise him from his bare backside."

The man said nothing, but stiffened visibly and seemed to press himself even further into the corner. "And I'm Emily Wallace," said the woman.

"Ma'am," was all Dupé could manage in response. She knew she was staring. But how could she not? In the nineteen summers of her sheltered upbringing, she could not remember having seen any man naked, even within her own village; and yet here was a pink-skinned Englishman stripped of all his clothes and deposited in a corner as though he were no more remarkable than a hat stand. Dupé stood transfixed.

"In or out, dear," Mrs Wallace was saying with a good-natured smile; and Dupé realised that, wavering on the threshold, she was blocking the door.

"If it helps," prompted the older woman, "and if you'd be so kind - I believe the bed needs to be remade."

Dupé knew without looking that the bed did not need remaking, that she had no reason to linger, that this was not her business. Two floors down - and yet a world away - the lobby mirror was still half covered in polish. Mr Mbulu, the housekeeper, was probably frowning at it now and wondering where Dupé was. She should get back to her duties. She should make an excuse. She should offer to come back later.

She took two steps forward into the bedroom, and Mrs Wallace closed the door behind her.

The room felt suddenly very small and very hot, and Dupé herself no longer an observer but an actress in a bizarre play that she had not rehearsed. As if in a dream, she made her way over to the couple's king-sized bed and began tugging ineffectually at the covers until Emily Wallace put a hand on her arm. "Don't worry about that, dear," she said, turning to lift a bag of market purchases from the chair next to the bed. "Please just make yourself comfortable for a few minutes. This won't take long, and then you can return the brush without the need for a second trip."

Dupé lowered herself uncertainly onto the chair - she was forbidden to sit down in the guest rooms - and waited with nervous anticipation while Emily Wallace, who was smiling and softly humming, busied herself removing more items from the bed and placing them out of the way on the floor. Dupé could only watch and wonder at the scene unfolding around her. The window was open, and she could hear one of the staff - probably William, the new boy - raking the gravel in the courtyard below while a dog barked in the distance. Just a normal afternoon, she said to herself: the staff doing their chores, the dog, and in here a man stripped and shamed in front of a servant. And made to stand just so: his outstretched elbows lifting his shoulder blades; his broad, muscular back giving way to a trim waist and then to the swell of smooth, pale buttocks untouched by the sun. His bare backside, Dupé repeated to herself giddily.

How could he just stand there, posed like a mannequin, with a strange girl in the room? His thighs were pressed tightly together as if trying to salvage some modesty, and Dupé had a startling and unbidden vision of herself stepping up behind him, delving between them and guiding them apart. If she did that, what would he do? If she... my God, if she were to turn him to face her... would he cover himself? Would he resist? The young maid pushed the thought from her mind. What had got into her? She felt a tense giggle building in her throat and bit down on her lip to stifle it.

Finally Mrs Wallace sat upon the bed, smoothed her skirt across her lap, peeled off her white silk gloves and picked up the brush once more. "Alright, Richard," she said briskly. "Let's have you."

The man flinched slightly at the sound of his name, but did not otherwise move. "With the maid here?" he said, into the corner.

"Certainly, with the maid here," replied his wife. "And if that notion embarrasses you, perhaps it will help you to think about how Dupé felt this morning when you belittled her in front of the whole restaurant."

"I'm sorry about that," mumbled Richard with obvious difficulty.

"What's that? Dupé can't hear you."

Louder this time: "I said, I'm sorry."

Emily Wallace looked sceptical. She studied her dim reflection in the varnished back of the clothes brush. "What do you think, Dupé? Do you think he's learned his lesson? Do you think after his behaviour this morning we ought to spare him the brush?" Dupé looked at the hard wood of the brush and then again at the soft white skin of the man's bottom. She remembered his explosion of rage at breakfast, how he had actually caught and held her by the wrist while he berated her over the spilled juice. Called her a little black bitch, in front of all those people. When she spoke it was as if she were listening to someone else reciting the words. "No, ma'am," she said; and then, having found her courage and unable to stop herself, "I think he should get the brush. I think he should have it hard."

The English woman laughed in delight. "Well, now. You're not such a timid little thing after all, are you? Did you hear that, Richard? Our sweet young maid believes you ought to have your behind blistered. And I'm not going to disappoint her. In fact, if you're still skulking in that corner by the time I count to ten, I'm going to invite her to come over and escort you from it."

Dupé's head swam at the very idea of fetching the man for his punishment. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair, and she felt herself squeezing her thighs together beneath the prim uniform. Even as she told herself that she could never dare - that it was a ridiculous fantasy - she was already in her mind's eye standing next to the man, smiling at his embarrassment. She would take him by the wrist, yes, just as he had done to her not six hours ago; and he would meekly follow her to where his wife sat with the brush. And the other woman - so beautiful, so self-assured - would smile her approval.

Dupé held her breath as Emily Wallace began to count.

"One," she said. The man's knees flexed a little, but that was all.

"Two," said Mrs Wallace. "Three."

Dupé sat and bit her lip; wanting to look at the man, not wanting to look at the man. Suddenly willing the count to reach its conclusion before he gave in.

For his part, Richard Wallace's eyes were screwed tightly shut - so even had he turned his head he would have not seen the young girl's expression, somewhere between desire and disbelief, her mouth silently forming the same word over and over.

Ten.

Ten.

Ten.

AMERICAN SPANKING SOCIETY: Butt Rubs

AMERICAN SPANKING SOCIETY — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:00:54 +0000

This week at the Roundtable we’re talking about a fun topic, butt rubs! you cans scroll down to Thursday’s post to see the discussion .

The idea behind a but rub is pretty simple. It basically boils down to a soothing and relaxing butt massage. Almost everyone… including our vanilla friends… can understand the appeal. A butt rub isn’t always a massage though. It can also be a barbeque seasoning. Check it out.

Bad Byron’s is speciality food producer that is best know for its Butt Rub BBQ Seasoning. Made from blend of onion, garlic, salt, pepper, paprika and chipotle smoked jalapeno , it’s the perfect spice for barbecuing. We like the name and logo though, lol. But best of all is their slogan.

“A Little Butt Rub Makes Everything Better.”

Aint that the truth! They actually trademarked it too. Besides the seasoning, the company sells other products with the logo and the makes it better saying on it… including T-Shirts, aprons and drink holders. HERE is a link to their site. Can make for fun gifts.

Paula Deen also makes a product along the same lines called Butt Massage. Here is what she says… “Y’all, rub this wonderful blend of spices on any butt and watch everyone’s eyes roll back in their heads over the flavor!”

A butt massage from Paula Deen… eyes roll into the back of your head… sounds like a party to us, lol.

You can find more info on that product HERE.

Now if barbecue and/or double entendres aren’t your thing, we can offer a more straightforward idea. Pleasure Mechanics Guide to Butt Massage for Lovers is a how-to DVD. A stroke-by-stroke tutorial is offered with an emphasis on how release chronic tension while not tiring out the hands.

The massage offered is more for relaxation and perhaps as foreplay… not really as sexual play. So it well might work as a type of spanking aftercare. Worst case, it’s probably more fun than a barbeque. Certainly fewer calories!

The DVD can be found on Amazon HERE.

A few different butt rubs there for you to consider.

Journey to the Darkside: Reconnecting with Master

Journey to the Darkside — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 19:18:00 +0000

Friday night was date night with Anakin. We were both pretty stressed out waiting for ICBC to phone us and deal with the car accident issues. It's been a hell of a week. We weren't even sure about going ahead with the date night although we both needed some time alone.

He took me out to Rickys and we had some a really good talk about things. He ordered me a glass of wine so that I could relax. It really helped. We came home and He ran me a bath. He lit candles around our bedroom and put on some porn. He laid out a few toys. We had both talked about that we would try to play but not as heavy as we usually do.

The hot bath with Lush was heavenly. He also had a bath and relaxed. I was able to serve Him by giving Him a very long erotic type of massage. He was very pleased. I also wore some new lingerie for Him that I bought from EF. It was very sexy. He had a few beers which helped Him to not feel pain for a while. He doesn't normally drink a lot when we play but He was worried about His shoulder.

He was able to give me a brief belt strapping but had to stop. He switched over to the homemade whip which doesn't take as much effort to spank me with. It's a mean toy which leaves some nice marks and feels like it's cutting up my ass. You can check out my Tumblr to see a picture of the homemade whip. I posted one today of it.

Anakin was talking about giving me some "whipping therapy" to try to help with some of my depression. I have been very depressed since the car accident. The whipping helped me a lot. I floated in subspace and had an incredible orgasm afterwords. We had some great sex and cuddled together. We both noticed that it had started snowing and it was very romantic. I loved reconnecting with Master. Our force is strong.

May the force be with you all!!

~padme amidala

Katia's Writings: Flash Fiction Friday 1-13-12

Katia's Writings — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 10:00:00 +0000

Trapped within the confines of a 8x8 room, she was a prisoner held against her will. She learned quickly to succumb to him. Fighting him was fruitless and painful. Not only did he enjoy torturing her physically, he tortured her psychologically for his own twisted amusement. He kept her in a barren room with just a few necessities. Everything around her was old, tattered or torn, even the bed was cracked and failing, much how her own body felt. The only picture on the wall was his; a constant reminder he was always watching. Looking in the mirror, as she did daily, she repeated,

" Mirror, mirror on the wall... save me from this f**** hell hole."

******Words to be used: cracked and failing

85-188 words

For those wanting to participate in Flash Fiction Friday, you can click here.

Thanks Panserbjorne for hosting

James Stephenson's Spanking Blog: Hiatus

James Stephenson's Spanking Blog — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 18:10:00 +0000

Cassady and Jack: Did you think I fell off the face of the earth?

Cassady and Jack — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 05:28:00 +0000

Nope! I'm still here.

My injuries foot/knee are all healed! They have been for awhile, but then things got hectic with J's business, and then we were traveling over the holidays, then we had house guests....

We haven't been on our spanking schedule in months. Mostly due to our busy schedule, guests, etc. But also I just haven't been in the right mindset for it. I can tell J is anxious to get back into things, but I think I take longer to decompress and ease our way back into it.

A few times over the past weeks and months, J did spank me, but only for a few minutes at a time and never for any serious infraction. Mostly just play.

He has given me a bedtime again. I had been staying up way too late and then sleeping late and not getting enough done during the day. So I once again have a set time to be in bed. That just started again last week. I hate having to watch the clock, though.

I will try to blog more often, but for now I'll leave you with this picture...

The Woody Back to School Unit: A Belated Happy New Year and RIP Ronald Searle

The Woody Back to School Unit — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 23:59:12 +0000

My humble apologies and a belated Happy New Year to all our friends and guests … I would like to particularly thank the Legendary Mr Chross, and the Equally Legendary BrushStrokes, who were both kind enough to give the publication of the latest installment of the Woody Back to School Unit saga ‘Volume 39 – [...]

Spanking en español Azotes y Nalgadas : ¡Feliz año 2012! ¡Muchos y buenos azotes!

Spanking en español Azotes y Nalgadas — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 11:22:00 +0000

Autor: Fer

El cambio de año tiene siempre algo un poco mágico, esa superstición o esa kabalística en la cual todos a veces confiamos, en donde todo comienza nuevamente. Es cierto que en el hemisferio norte el cambio de año comienza cuando los días se van haciendo más largos, pese a que vamos de cabeza a lo más crudo del invierno.

Finalmente los spankos también estamos sujetos a las poderosas fuerzas de la Naturaleza y también iniciamos un año en que todo se renueva. Renovamos nuestras esperanzas en más y mejores azotes. Papá Noël se portó muy bien conmigo y me trajo dos deliciosas sesiones de azotes con una encantadora y muy impertinente spankee. Fue algo maravilloso, sensacional y muy grato para calentar esta fría época del año. Ahora espero a los tres Reyes Magos, como son tres y traen tres camellos seguro que me pueden traer una spankee cada uno.

Espero y deseo para todos vosotros, todos los autores, lectores, visitantes y - en definitiva - amigas y amigos de este blog, un año 2012 maravilloso en todos los aspectos y especialmente en lo que concierne a los azotes eróticos consensuados entre adultos que tanto nos enardecen.

¡Feliz 2012 lleno de ricos azotes!

Spanking Sites Unlimited: Lea's Corner

Spanking Sites Unlimited — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 23:44:00 +0000

Lea's Corner

~Musings and tales of my journey into the spanking world~

This blog gives you very witty and amusing viewpoints from a spankee's perspective and her thoughts about spanking and spankers. In one of her posts, Lea even compares Tops to Bears!

She's a shy bottom with a sharp wit!

***Lea's Corner link -

http://musingsofabottom.blogspot.com/ ***

Her talent for writing is shown in her own poetry, such as her writing called The Woodshed.

Lea attends parties and shares her spanking experiences in vivid detail where you can almost feel her pain ;

Her blog is definitely worth checking out and her wonderful personality worth getting to know. She wrote a very nice Introduction that gives you a little peek into Lea as well.

New Year’s Blitz 2: Century Post

New Year’s Blitz 2 — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 19:05:30 +0000

Believe it or not, friends, this is my 100th post on Not So Submissive. It’s taken a little over two years to get to the century mark, with my second blogiversary falling earlier this month, on December 2. I had dreams of making the century mark coincide with that anniversary, but it was not to be. So I decided I’d rather celebrate this occasion.

I’ve done a little housekeeping for the occasion, updating my blogroll, which was long neglected and had some surprising omissions. My apologies is you were one of them! If you still are, please let me know, as I’m unlikely to revisit my blogroll again for quite some time. I’ve also edited my “Top 10 Posts” page, dividing it to highlight the most often read posts in 2010 and 2011. I hope these pages, along with the “About Indy” page, will help newcomers to get a feel for the blog.

Finally, I’d like to thank you, the readers, for your interest, support, and, in many cases, friendship. This will always be a blog with a modest following, and that makes me doubly appreciative of you who join me here, be it religiously sorry, Paul! or occasionally. Whether we’ve known each other for years before I began blogging, we’ve met more recently on Twitter or here, or we’ve not yet met at all, virtually or in real life, I’m glad you’re here.

subken: My patience has worn through

subken — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 18:27:07 +0000

‘You have been waffling on for far too long Ken. I am no closer to understanding exactly where the money that was in our joint holiday account has gone and my patience has worn through. I am not prepared to listen to your reasons any longer. I want the truth and if it doesn’t come in the next minute then I will be forced to use this whip to get it out of you’ Audrey says angrily.

‘I have transferred the money into another account that gives a better return’ Ken answers and while it was true what he hadn’t added was that it was riskier and currently the balance is lower than the original deposit.

‘If that was the whole story Ken then you would have told me straight away so what are you hiding from me’ Audrey says advancing on Ken with the whip menacingly held in both hands.

‘I am not hiding anything Audrey’ Ken stupidly answers. Audrey slashes the whip down onto Ken’s leg and even though he is sitting in a pair of jeans there is a distinct sting on his leg.

‘You have never been a convincing liar Ken so I would stop trying to dig a deeper hole for yourself now’ Audrey commands as she has pulled Ken to his feet and is undoing the belt and button of his jeans. Without too much effort on Audrey’s part she is able to push the jeans down to the floor before tracing the weal of the whip with her fingernail.

‘I’m sure that you can imagine the damage that this whip will inflict when it is used on your bare skin just by looking at the vivid red weal it has left through your jeans. This is your last chance to tell me the truth Ken or I will stop listening and will simply beat the truth out of you’ Audrey says calmly but the anger in her voice is clear.

‘Ok Audrey I will tell you the truth’ Ken says quietly.

‘Speak up and while you’re telling me you should strip completely’ Audrey responds pointing the whip directly at Ken.

‘I transferred the money into an investment account which would generate higher returns for our holiday but it also carried a greater level of risk. Unfortunately we have lost a bit of money’ Ken says and as he is finishing the sentence the whip cracks down across the front of his legs.

‘I knew it. How much has been lost?’ Audrey asks sharply.

‘£1000 but as you know I’ve been working a lot of overtime recently and this has been so that I could replace the money so at the moment we are only £200 away from what we started with’ Ken says waiting for the inevitable explosion of anger from Audrey.

‘You are forgetting about the interest we would have got from the original account had the money been left there Ken. A quick mental calculation tells me that you have lost us £500 from our holiday fund with your utter stupidity and deceit in not talking this through with me. I’m going to give you 50 with this whip now and then will decide on your full punishment tonight and it will be delivered over the weekend. Stand up, turn round and kneel on the sofa with your bottom pushed out towards me’ Audrey instructs with an icy venom in her voice.

As soon as Ken is in his position the first stroke cracks across his bottom drawing a yelp from him as the sting is fearsome.

‘As I told you my patience has worn through Ken so your cries will do nothing to lessen the beating, in fact they may make it worse so I would try to keep your silence if I was you’ Audrey barks and starts to methodically deliver the whipping covering every part of the bottom with stripes. Ken tries to keep count of the lashes but loses count with the utter pain that Audrey is inflicting on him and the only way he can keep his silence is by biting down on the back of the sofa. It seems like that the whipping is never ending and it’s obvious to Ken that blood has been drawn as he can feel it running down the back of his legs.

‘You will spend the night in the spare bedroom Ken and I will inform you of your punishment tomorrow morning’ Audrey says before turning and walking off to the bedroom. Ken is cursing his foolishness and turns on the computer and puts one of his cameras up for sale so that he can replace the original amount that was lost. He knew this wouldn’t assuage Audrey’s anger but it did salve Ken’s conscience somewhat. It was late when Ken made his way to the spare room for a fitful night sleep and he was still lying face down on the bed when Audrey came into the room with the fearsome whip from last night in her hands.

‘I gave very serious consideration to giving you a lash for every pound that the account was short because of your stupidity and the fact that you didn’t talk it through with me before you did it but I know that you had the right reasons at heart and have been trying to repair the damage with the overtime. I am therefore going to give you a repeat of the fifty strokes from last night and we will then sit down and discuss the situation as grown adults. You will therefore remain face down on the bed’ Audrey said as she was raising the whip.

Christmas Eve Travels: Advent Blog Day 24

Christmas Eve Travels — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 06:35:00 +0000

Today started before the crack of dawn as we headed up to my parent's house in Portland. The taxi arrived on time, but we were a bit wary because the night before we had been unable to print out boarding passes. When we got there after going to the wrong terminal -- damn code-share flights! the machine printed my boarding pass for both legs of the flight but only one of Paul's. When we went to talk to the agent about it, she said it wouldn't be a problem, that he'd be able to get his boarding pass at the gate when we changed planes in San Francisco, a plane change we only had one hour to make.

The flight was on time, but when we got to San Francisco, we had to not only change planes, but change airlines. This meant going through security again. But Paul didn't have a boarding pass. The machine gave him one, but while we were in line we realized it wasn't a boarding pass but a luggage receipt. Paul stepped out of the security line and went to talk to the agents about it, telling me he'd meet me at the gate. I didn't want to let him go without me, but I knew he could move faster through the airport without me. So with rising dread I went through the security check point and waited nervously at the gate.

Our flight was boarding and our row had been called when, hurrying in his sock feet, I saw Paul rushing through the terminal. We made it on the flight and arrived in Portland early.

Last night with Paul and my parents was wonderful. My dad made prime rib, my mom scalloped potatoes. After dinner we exchanged gifts and everyone was happy. The best gift I got was from Paul, a ThinkGeek canary night light, though the CD of Bernard Cribbins songs was a close second.

It's late and I must head to bed. But Merry Christmas and many thanks to those of you who made this advent journey with me.

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Advent bloggers so far go see them! :

padme & Anakin - Journey to the Darkside

Marie - Life, Lemons & Spanking

EmmaEnchanted - This Kinky Life

Quai - Spanking Discussion

Poppy St. Vincent - Poppy's Submissions

Sharon - The Evolution of a Pin-Up Model

Tiger - Innermost Me

Indy - Not So Submissive

The Punishment Book: Dreams of Spanking: Congratulations Pandora, Haron and Zille

The Punishment Book — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 22:24:28 +0000

Hello and happy holidays. It's been a busy year for lots of reasons and sadly this blog has suffered neglect. 2012 will be better, I promise, but I'm thankful that you still come and see us. All of us have experienced a lot of changes over the seven years the PB has been up. Some we've shared here, others we haven't. But we've never stopped caring about TTWD, each other or the many wonderful men and women who read here and care about the topic.

But enough about that, on to the reason for this blog post. Over the past two years I've been following Pandora Blake's quest to create a spanking film and photo site quite closely. Today that site, Dreams of Spanking, went live. There's lots of wonderful content and I like it for reasons I discuss on my blog, but my main reason for mentioning it here is that two of the Punishment Book's writers, Zille in Caned in Jodhpurs and Haron AKA Adele Haze topping her lovely partner Jimmy in Her Ladyship's Breakfast have filmed and worked on the site. I've put a couple of my favorite stills with permission up, but you should go and look at the site.

But most of all, congratulations to Pandora, Haron and Zille. I've always known you dream of spanking, but it's wonderful to get to see what those dreams are.

Cassie's Space: Hands off! The conclusion

Cassie's Space — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 13:35:00 +0000

Please forgive me! I had no intentions in being so long getting this last part posted. But the holidays are in full swing and every time I turn around I have somewhere to go. On top of that we are planning on another trip right after the first of the year and there has been that to plan for. Truly I am loving every minute of it. Ever since we moved to the river Christmases have been so exciting. Now we have family around, Sue and Steve and Ryan and Allie and all her family, not to mention dear Willow. Having them all means more to me that I can say. And to my friends and readers here

Merry Christmas

Tom, Cassie and Willow

This story began back here.

Tom and I arrived home around 9:00PM the Monday before Thanksgiving. It didn’t take me long to get Sue on the phone. “Hey we’re back. Now tell me what you did.”

“Why hello Cassie, nice day we’re having. Did you and Tom enjoy your travels? I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Sue cooed into the phone.

I snapped, “Yes it’s a lovely day, the trip was fine. I’m delighted to find you well. Now what the heck did you do to Nancy?”

Sue laughed into the phone. “Who said I did anything to her. I haven’t even seen her since you guys took off. Why would you think I’d done anything to darling Nancy?”

“Am I going to have to come over there and kick your butt?” I looked up to see Tom watching me from the kitchen door with raised eyebrows. “Just kidding darling.” I assured him. “I’m afraid Sue is being herself. She may need some friendly persuasion to tell me the whole story.”

Sue laughed again. You’re not getting a thing out of me. I didn’t have any part of it, so it’s not my story to tell. Why don’t you come for coffee in the morning, around 9:00? We’ll see if you can get you up to date. See you then.” And she was gone while I was still sputtering into the phone.

“She won’t tell me a darn thing until tomorrow.” I told Tom.

“Well, I imagine it’ll keep.” Tom said yawning. “Let’s go to bed.”

I went to bed annoyed with Sue. She had sent the “problem solved” message. Why wouldn’t she just tell me? I tossed and turned about it for a while until Tom reached out and pulled me close to him, and finally I slept.

I was at Sue’s the next morning at quarter to nine. Tom had woken me before he left. “Girl, I did make myself clear didn’t it. No contact with Nancy, regardless of what your little friends have done. You cross me on this and you will be under house arrest. And you’ll be standing for that. Are we clear?”

“We’re clear.” I assured him. There was no way I was going to risk another spanking like he’d given the day we left, nor did I want any restrictions. All I wanted was to find out who had done what to Nancy.

Sue was alone when I arrived. “You’re early.” She told me, “We’ll have to wait on the others.”

“SUE! Just tell me all ready!”

“Nope. I told you, it’s not my story to tell, and besides I’m looking forward to hearing it again myself. Here they come,” she told me, looking out the window. “You won’t have to wait long.”

I was delighted as I turned to see Allie rushing in the door, along with her mom Kate and another neighbor, Connie, and give me a big hug. “Child what are you doing here? I thought you had classes through tomorrow.”

“I do. But only one so I’m cutting. You don’t think I’m staying at school when Sue told me about your troubles with that awful Nancy woman? We needed to get her straightened out.”

Everyone was grinning and I told them someone better start talking before I turned ugly on them. For some reason they all thought that was terrible funny. As we all got out coffee they finally began their tale.

It seems Allie had called Sue when she couldn’t get me and Sue gave her all the details of my recent troubles. Allie, bless her heart, was outraged. She called Kate later that night and dear Kate was equally up set. As they talked they began to formulate a plan. They called Connie and her daughter, who is a bit younger than Allie, to assist them. They told Sue of their plans but she wasn’t directly included in pulling it off.

This is the story Allie told me:

Allie talked with some of the staff to find out when Nancy would likely be there and assigned Connie a willing helper they told me to be there at the same time and invite Nancy back to her house for coffee. Kate and Allie just ‘happened’ to be in the yard as Connie and Nancy came in so they were invited to join them. Connie daughter Heather rounded out the gathering. As soon as everyone had settled Heather asked “Are Cassie and Tom on a trip? I haven’t seen them in the last day or so.”

“With any luck they’ve moved!” Allie said with feeling.

“Allie…” Kate said in a warning voice.

“Mama I can’t see how you can defend them after all they’ve done. I’ve heard you tell Daddy how peaceful thing were before they got here. I think she’s crazy!” Allie said Nancy’s ears couldn’t have perked up anymore if she had been a Doberman.

“I just don’t think we should be talking about our neighbors.” Kate said quietly.

“I know we shouldn’t, but I have to agree with Allie.” Connie spoke up. “You know, Cassie stole our boat this summer! Stole it, big as life. Did anything happen to her? NO! Not one thing. I mean we got the boat back and all but still.”

Nancy couldn’t keep quiet. “She actually stole your boat? Did you report it to the police?”

Heather jumped in then, “Oh didn’t you know, the Duff’s are evidently above the law. Yes Mom reported it, but because we got the boat back they didn’t do one thing to her.”

Now, I’ll need to interject a bit here. We often look in on Connie’s house when they’re gone and of course I know when their boat key is. This summer Allie and I were to go pick up Ryan when he took our boat to be serviced. He called when he was ready but Allie’s boat wouldn’t start. It would have taken over an hour by car so we headed to Connie’s. They weren’t home so I left them a note saying,

Allie and I’ve stolen your boat to go pick up Ryan. We’ll have it back in 20 minutes. Don’t call the police.
Cassie

I even filled the gas tank before returning it. Later that afternoon, when Officer Weeks was on patrol, we were all out in the yard and Connie laughing told him about the ‘Great Boat Heist’. He made the comment that he really wished that all crooks would be kind enough to leave notes; it would make his job easier. However, this was not exactly the way the story was told to Nancy.

Allie was just getting started. “And Mom,” Allie went on, “I don’t see how you can sit there and say we should talk about her. I mean she shot at Drew! How can you forget that?”

“Allie!” her mother said sharply, “You know we are under a gag order not to discuss that.”

Allie said Nancy nearly fell off her stool as her eyes widened. “She actually shot at your son? She didn’t really?”

“Oh yes she did!” Allie insisted. The police know about that too. Nothing, they did nothing. I think she could have shot him point blank and since it was her the police wouldn’t have done a thing!”

Kate spoke up earnestly “Allie, please the gag order!”

Okay, okay all this was technically true too. But I was the one who had put them under the gag order. Tom had told me he’d wear me out if I didn’t stop playing paint ball wars with the children. I got hit in the leg once and it made a terrible bruise, so Tom is against it. That doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally pick up the spare gun and take a shot at Drew when he’s playing with his friends. But I made all of them, Kate, Allie and Drew promise not to say one word about it where Tom might find out, a gag order, you might say.

Nancy spoke up timidly, “But they both seem like such sweet people, quiet and dignified.”

Allie and Heather snorted as Connie agreed. “I know exactly what you mean. Most of the time they seem so nice. You would think that they are just this sweet old couple, but goodness, if you cross them they can be vicious and they can get away with it! I heard Tom punched a man out and got him fired from his job for just asking Cassie to dance. They are both way too jealous for people their age I think.”

Nancy’s ears perked up ever further Allie told me. “Jealous?” She asked, “He hit somebody for dancing with Cassie.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”Connie repeated. “And that was just for asking her to dance! I think that’s going overboard!”

Now once again I have to pop in here. She was talking about my last run in with Peabrain, you can read about it here. Connie was careful to say she thought that was what she’d heard. Tom did not hit anyone; it was Steve that shoved Peabrain down and for a lot more than asking me to dance! And Tom didn’t get him fired, just removed from his current project so Tom wouldn’t have to work with him. But the girls sure made it sound awful.

Kate sighed as though she hated to be dragged into the conversation but couldn’t help herself. “When it comes to jealously I think Cassie’s worse that Tom.” Nancy whipped her head around to star at Kate.

“Why do you say that? She asked weakly.

“Wooo! Let me tell her mom! I was there to see it. You see,” Allie began enthusiastically, “There used to be this woman, Clara, at the club. I don’t know whether she ever flirted with Tom or not, but I think Cassie thought she had. Anyway, Cassie confronts her in the parking lot and punches her. Cassie broke Clara’s nose. I saw the whole thing.”

Nancy looked at all the women, stunned. “Now wait. You can’t tell me Cassie attacked someone in broad daylight and nothing was done. I can’t believe that.”

“Believe it,” Connie said. “Now the police did come to Cassie’s house and question her, but no charges were ever filed.”

“And get this.” Allie continued, “After all that Cassie and Tom get Clara barred from the club. I’m telling you I’m scared to cross them.

You can read about Clara here if you want to, but that witch never flirted with Tom! And it their retelling of this sorry tale, they failed to mention that Clara had hit me first!

At the retelling of all this, we were all laughing hysterically! Never before had I so enjoyed hearing of myself in such a bad light! But there was more to tell. As Allie began she told me “Honestly Cassie, for the next part we should have all be nominated for an Oscar! Nancy had fallen quiet for a while then she told us. ‘It had to be more than the woman talking to Tom that set her off. Why,’ She laughed a bit, ‘I’ve even flirted a bit with him a little myself.’

“We all went deadly quiet and turned to stare at Nancy; we all looked a little scared for her.”

Kate had finally spoken up hesitantly, “Do you think Cassie knows anything about it?”

“Well I don’t know…”

“Mom, do you think that why Tom took her off so suddenly?” Allie asked, “Maybe she found out and he’s trying to calm her down.”

They tell me Nancy looked truly alarmed then. Kate tried to sooth her and tell her not to worry while clearly sending the message that she had better be worried! “Well, maybe she hasn’t heard anything. But I think it might be a good idea to stay pretty far away from both of them until you know how Cassie’s feeling.”

“Yes, yes I think you’re right. Well, I’ve got to run.” Nancy had told them; seemingly scared we’d arrive home unexpectedly and find her in our neighborhood! Allie said she had shot out of their like she was on fire, and my lovely protector laughed themselves into tears. They soon called Sue to let her in on the details and not long after that Sue had text us.

Honestly, I have been good at bending and reshaping the truth in my time, but I believe I could take lessons from these four! Never had I heard such misconception coming from simi-factual information. Now while I enjoyed the tale thoroughly, I cautioned them against letting Tom hear exactly what they’d done. I don’t think he would exactly approve of the image they were painting of me. But as for me, I was thrilled.

When Tom got home the first thing he asked was “So what did Sue do to Nancy?”

“Actually it was a bit anticlimactic.” I told him, “Sue didn’t even see Nancy. It seems that Kate and Connie simply told Nancy that she was making both of us uncomfortable with her actions and she needed to leave us alone.”

Tom’s look was one of pure suspicion. “What?” I asked innocently.

“Cassie… what are you hiding? You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

“Tom! I was with you. I haven’t done a thing. Ask the girls, they’ll tell you.”

“Hmmmm…” was all he said at the moment but as we were getting ready for bed later he added, “Regardless of what might have been said to Nancy you are still to keep away from her. Are you clear on that?”

“No problem, boss.” I told him, giving him a grin and a mock salute. I knew I was making him even more suspicious but I didn’t care. I was in the clear.

Now I know I’ve rambled on too long here but there is one more thing to share with you. Tom had mentioned that Nancy hadn’t been at the gym in when he went by for his early morning workouts since we had come home. I took that as a good sign, but with the holidays and all I still wasn’t sure if she had taken all the girls had told her to heart. Several days later Kate, Sue and I were at the gym. We were getting our things from our lockers when Nancy came in. She seemed to freeze when she spotted us but Kate spoke to her in a friendly manner. “Hello Nancy, I haven’t seen you here in several days. We’re just going for some coffee. Would you like to join us?”

“Yes dear, join us.” I repeated. Later, Kate told me that the tone of voice I had used to issue that invitation had given her cold chills. I was staring right into Nancy’s eyes as I spoke. Now to hear Sue tell it, my ‘go to hell’ stare is formidable. Having never seen it myself, I’ll have to take her word. On the rare occasions I’ve directed it at Tom, he spanked me until I had no more desire to cast such a gaze at my dominate husband. But Sue assures me it would stop a charging rhino. And I was giving Nancy a full dose.

I’m not sure about the Rhino, but it surely did stop Nancy! “I… I… I left something in the car.” She stammered. And then with great speed she wheeled around to head back out the door just as several women were heading in. Even I winced as the door caught Nancy full in the face. Nancy was quickly surrounded by a small army of women apologizing and attendants bringing ice. We stayed long enough to learn that no real damage was done. She did have a black eye and a bump on her forehead but nothing that wouldn’t heal quickly.

As the three of us walked home we didn’t talk much. I had no wish to seen Nancy hurt but the timing of the incident did make me feel a little like ‘the Godfather’. As we neared home, Sue said conversationally “I think Cassie Duff beat up that woman who’d been flirting with Tom.”

Kate grinned and looked over at Sue. “Well I’m not sure it’s true but I did hear that somewhere…”

Spanking Authors: Fetish Art

Spanking Authors — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 23:59:13 +0000

Click here to purchase at Amazon

Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman’s Co-creator Joe Shuster showcases rare and recently discovered erotic artwork by Joe Shuster. Created in the early 1950s when Shuster was down on his luck after suing his publisher, DC Comics, over the copyright for Superman. Shuster began drawing illustrations for several pulp magazines these magazines, most notably “Nights of Horror”, were stories of S&M, drug use, torture, and kinky sex for that time anyway . Shuster’s illustrations often closely resembled his most famous characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. These magazines were published under the counter until they were banned by the U.S. Senate. Juvenile delinquency, Dr. Fredric Wertham, and the Brooklyn Thrill Killers gang all figure into this sensational story. The book includes reproductions of these images, and an essay that provides a detailed account of the scandal and the murder trial that may have resulted from the publication of this racy material.

The discovery of this artwork reveals the “secret identity” of this revered comics’ creator, and is sure to generate controversy, did he do it as revenge against his treatment by DC Comics or out of his own feelings about the characters he no longer drew? Secret Identity will provide you an excellent history of Joe and Jerry’s creation of Superman, their rise and fall, and more than 100 pages of the art Shuster did for “Nights of Horror” and a couple of sequel magazines. While not drastically pornographic, Secret Identity definitely isn’t for children, and some Superman fans might be offended.

Although on the surface this is an art book the first title released by the new Abrahms ComicArts imprint it is as much an exposé and a serious work of history.

Click here for other spanking related books and DVD’s

Mischief Managed: Canes of Antiquity

Mischief Managed — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 18:52:00 +0000

During a most welcome and lovely visit to my home town, MrA and I stumbled upon a quaint little antique store, where, quite unexpectedly, we were able to acquire some particularly intriguing items.

These treasures of antiquity were my ever-incorrigible partner's discovery. At the time, we were shopping with family members, so a certain aka HIGH level of discretion was required. I was innocently gazing at some lovely brass figurines near the front of the store when he came up and whispered in my ear, "Go to the back, turn left, walk down to the end of the hall, and see what you find hanging from the B--- sign."

Immediately I knew it couldn't be anything good.

Hanging? My first dreaded guess as I picked my way through the shop was some sort of evil strap... Maybe even a tawse... Some form of heavy old cracked well-worn perfectly authentic leather just resting serenely upon the wall of this ancient place.

Alas, perhaps another shop, another day :D

When I arrived at the end of MrA's cryptic verbal treasure map, what I found instead was even worse: four long, slim, whippy, crook-handled canes, hooked over the side of an old sign. They had been deliberately plucked from a basket of all sorts of other long, whippy-looking evil things -- the only four crook-handled canes in the whole bundle.

I handled them carefully, discovering that, while appearing spindly and quite thin, they retained quite an astonishing amount of strength and suppleness.

Needless to say, before we left town, MrA and I took the opportunity to make one pit-stop and purchase four new additions to our growing collection of implements. After a good hardy bath in rubbing alcohol, each one will undergo a thorough treatment regimen with mineral oil, to re-hydrate what is obviously some very old wood or rattan? we are not quite sure what they are made of... , and smooth out any rough edges.

Playing with them will require some careful measures, but really, I think MrA liked them more for show. They have a very appealing visual aesthetic :D I am sure they will get more looks than uses... :D:D But in any case, I will be sure to keep you informed as to their progress in our hands!

Ma'am Yes Ma'am: Updates!

Ma'am Yes Ma'am — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 19:47:00 +0000

I apologize first and foremost to the long time followers and readers of this blog and secondly to the casual reader and newcomers. Personal matters have kept me from posting as regularly as I would like. There have been many changes taking place in my personal life lately and my free time has been very limited if not completely non-existent! I have moved for one and found myself without internet access for a period of time. I have also found that the job market is opening up substantially of late so I have been on many interviews. That has paid off 10 fold as I was offered, and accepted, a very nice job position. Unfortunately, that has kept me quite busy to date with all the tasks that must be performed as a "new hire". Also, as many of you already know, a while back I began to make paddles and offer them to those of us in the lifestyle at a very generous price. My objective was to offer a high quality implement at an affordable rate in these times of economic uncertainty. It is very difficult these days to find such implements when compared to when I was younger and coming up where many household items became serious threats as tools of correction. That being the case, I designed my implements using many of those items for inspiration. I was surprised to see how popular they became rather quickly and hence, I was presented with the task of juggling time between making paddles and blogging. The addition of this new job presents yet another challenge. The job entails extensive travel mainly around the States but there will be some international travel involved as well. I probably won't hit the road for another month or two as I am currently in training however, once I do it will be a grueling travel schedule. That being the case, I have decided to suspend my paddle making efforts indefinitely so what I have posted on my Ebay page now will be the last paddles I make for some time. I will instead try to concentrate any free time I might have toward this blog....I have several posts that are "halfway" completed so my goal is to finish them, get them posted and then going forward - try to get into a more steady posting schedule as was the norm up to the paddle venture. I do appreciate the continued support and interest in this blog more than I can say! Thanks everyone!

Colorado Spankers: A Christmas Spanking, Part I

Colorado Spankers — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:45:30 +0000

Back in 2003 I commissioned spanking artist Jay Em to produce a three-part series of color holiday illustrations, which I’ve posted in the weeks leading up to Christmas ever since. This is the first panel in the set. Tradition says that if you’ve been especially naughty during the past year, you may be in danger [...]

lurvspanking: The 12 Days of Ouchmas

lurvspanking — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:38:00 +0000

Rather than repeating all 12 verses, I’m only posting the last one. On the twelfth day of Ouchmas my true love sent to me: 12 Bums for Whipping 11 Thighs for striping 10 Boards a Whacking 9 Schoolgirl spankings 8 Blades a Cutting 7 Dawns for Flogging 6 Nieces Sobbing 5 Vicious Swings 4 Naughty [...]

ThinkPink: Follow Thinkp1nk on Tumblr!!!!

ThinkPink — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 20:31:00 +0000

I share lots of stuff on Tumblr that never makes it to Blogger! Be sure to FOLLOW me!!!

The Cookie Jar: Happy Spanksgiving!

The Cookie Jar — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 16:26:00 +0000

Serenity Everton: The Good Life

Serenity Everton — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 03:00:52 +0000

The new washer and dryer have arrived and Chris has spent the weekend helping me catch up on weeks of laundry. He’s cleaned the gutters and put up Christmas lights. He’s taken me to the mall and braved the Christmas shopping mayhem which has already begun. He’s unpacked his own bags I usually do it .

He’s spanked me, cuddled me, fucked me and rubbed my bottom.

He’s taken me out to a birthday party and driven both ways, even knowing I’d sleep half the way home and I did . He’s cooked cheeseburgers, discussed health insurance options for 2012 and stood guard outside watching for the crazy man in our neighborhood who has spent the late afternoon launching exploding rockets over our heads. He’s been patient when I interrupted his eBay browsing and helped me with something emotionally difficult, just because I asked him to.

Life is good.

Spank Place: Erica Scott

Spank Place — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 00:34:16 +0000

Sometimes when I’m thinking up some questions to ask for this website I don’t know much about them other than having seen them in their spanking scenes on the internet. From reading Erica Scott’s blog I feel like I almost know her already and I think she may be the only person I’ve interviewed so far with an autobiography “Late Bloomer.” As the title suggests, Erica came to spanking later in life but seems to have taken to it like a duck to water. Erica is a lovely tall, slim brunette whom you may have seen on websites such as Shadow Lane, Northern Spanking and Sarah Gregory Spanking where she plays on camera, and she also plays recreationally. I’m sure everything I have to ask will either be covered either on the blog or autobiography but hopefully it’ll be a starter pack for people who don’t know Erica Scott yet.

We were lucky enough to ask Erica some questions in November 2011..

The blurb to your book mentions the troubles you had to overcome before you got into spanking. Are you better now?

I am much better, thank you. The eating disorders have been well under control for several years now. As for depression, that will always be with me to some degree, but as I said in my book, my worst days now are still better than my best days back then. Fully accepting my kink and immersing myself in the spanking scene worked wonders for my self-confidence and esteem.

Did you always fantasize about spanking, or what was the spark that put it into your mind?

No spark that I can recall; it’s always been with me, even when I was a small child and had no idea what I was feeling. You can add me to the endless list of people who, as children, looked up “spank” and all its synonyms in the dictionary, felt belly-flops when they saw a spanking scene on TV or in a movie, etc. I was kind of a strange child to begin with, so I thought this was just more of my weirdness.

I’ve just been reading some of your blog, you talk a lot about John and ST. Who are they please?

John is my boyfriend; we have been a couple since 1996, but we don’t live together. I met him when I placed a spanking personal ad in a local free paper this was before I got on the Internet . This was shortly after I first “came out” as a spanko, so my relationship with him grew alongside my growth in the scene.

ST is my friend and play partner. He goes by the name “SpankoTango” on FetLife, which explains the initials. For a long time, I called him “New Guy,” but after a year, that seemed a little ridiculous. He comes over to my place every Monday and we have a spanking session, which I then blog about. Readers have come to enjoy that regular feature and I enjoy writing about our adventures.

In a recent post you were talking about getting spanked by ST and you were saying how you were trying to be quiet because you have a new neighbour. How loud are you normally during a spanking? Does muffling your cries change the experience of a spanking?

I am normally quite loud, as my fellow party-goers will attest to! When being spanked at a party or a shoot, I will holler, sass, swear, make a lot of noise before I settle into the scene and quiet down a little. But in my apartment, I have to be careful. I figure my neighbors can hear the smacking sounds, but if they don’t hear any accompanying screams or protests, they can’t quite determine what’s going on. I must be doing something right, because I’ve been playing in this apartment for over 15 years and have never had a complaint.

Muffling my cries has a bit of an effect on the experience, because part of my mind always has to be aware of my sounds and reactions and I can’t fully lose myself in the scene. But I’ve been doing it for so long, it’s fairly automatic. That said, it’s really a treat when I get a chance to let go and be noisy!

Do you find that being spanked helps you deal with ordinary life better? If you go without being spanked for a period of time what happens?

It isn’t pretty, let me tell you. I am a very moody and mercurial person, and regular spanking helps me release stress and manage my wayward emotions. If I go without spanking for a while, not only do I miss the sensation, the special attention, etc., but I can feel angry, weepy, restless, depressed, prickly… sometimes all of those. Like I said, it isn’t pretty. That’s when my blog gets particularly snarky.

For me, spanking has the same effect as vigorous exercise; it releases endorphins along with the stress, and I feel much calmer and happier afterward. Unfortunately, the effects are short-lived and I always need more!

What is the “Spanking Court”?

Spanking Court is the brainchild of Alpine Sierra Studios, run by Cali and Heinz. They’ve been shooting for over a year and their premise is simple: People with a dispute, a claim, an issue that needs resolving, come to the Court and present their case to the judge. Topics addressed have included speeders, rude neighbors, perpetrators of malicious pranks, exam cheaters, and errant wives. The judge passes sentence a number of strokes from 100-300 with the implement of his choosing , and the defendant is remanded to the bailiff Dana Kane and the court disciplinarian The Villain for the punishment. The sentencing room is formidable, with spanking benches and two walls filled with implements. The spankee has to count the strokes out loud.

I was lucky enough to shoot with them this year, a story arc with six scenes. My last scene was shot on November 5. Spanking Court has been headquartered in Hollywood, CA, but they will be relocating. I will miss them, but hope to be flown to their new location sometime next year for more. You couldn’t ask for a nicer, more fun group of people!

Can you tell me what is it you like about getting spanked?

In a word: everything. But I guess that’s a boring answer.

Physically, I love the sensation of the impact, the pain that blends seamlessly into pleasure. The feeling of his hands, his thighs under my belly, the sound of his voice. Physiologically, I love the endorphin surge and all those delicious feelings that ensue. Emotionally, so many things… the power exchange. The pretense of not wanting it when we both know I do. The game of it: the tease, the anticipation, the banter, the push and the pull, the struggle—all the while knowing that he will win and because of that, of course, so will I .

It’s sexy, it’s naughty, it’s somewhat forbidden and it’s fun.

What makes a good spanker for you?

Powerful hands, dexterity with implements, a calm voice and demeanor, a strong presence that commands to be taken seriously. A man who knows the difference between assertion and aggression, confidence and arrogance, and who can read me and know when it’s time to push and when to back off a bit. Someone strict and firm but caring, who knows how to caress as well as chastise. He respects limits, but knows when he can challenge them a little.

But what takes him from good to excellent is a mutual attraction, an emotional connection, and trust.

Do you/would you switch?

I do not; it’s not in me. I have a toppy personality, but I don’t have the capacity to inflict pain, no matter how much the other person wants it. I tried many years ago with John he is a switch . I got dressed up in black lingerie and heels, and he had me flicking him with a riding crop. What a joke that was; every time he flinched, I’d stop and blurt, “Oh, honey, are you OK?” Some top!

I topped once on video, very briefly, and I still can’t watch that scene. I will never do that again.

Some people say that going from bottom to switch is a natural and somewhat inevitable progression in the scene. Not for this girl.

What spanking implements do you like and which do you not like?

I’m more partial to leather than to wood. It’s hard to say which implements are my favorites, since there are so many sizes, shapes and materials and no two are quite alike. I do love a man’s belt; not just the feel of it, but the snapping sound, the ritual of his unbuckling it, yanking it from the loops and doubling it. Hairbrushes hurt like crazy, but they work well with OTK and their classic look in a spanking scene is undeniable. I like some thinner, lighter wooden paddles that pack a sting, but one of my hard limits is the thick, heavy “frat-style” paddles.

Generally, if it stings and snaps, I like it, but if it strikes with a dull thud and feels like I’m getting hit with a 2 x 4, I’ll pass on it.

What does the future hold for Erica Scott?

I have no video plans at this point. Every time I do a shoot, I think it may be my last, because I’m a lot older than most video bottoms and my “career” has been a bit of an anomaly. But then someone or another always comes along and yanks me out of retirement, so who knows? I absolutely adore shooting, so I hope that will continue.

I’m toying with the idea of collecting all my “Correspondence Hall of Shame” entries from over the years and creating a book out of them. And of course, lots more blogging and lots more spanking!

You can see and read much more about Erica Scott’s spankings at her blog: Erica Scott: Life, Love & Spanking and you can find a copy of Erica’s book here!

Musings of Measha: The weekend

Musings of Measha — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 19:39:00 +0000

I never posted what happened during our camping weekend! Well...let's rectify that!

The bad.
1 Our camp spot was on an incline which gave me vertigo and made sleeping and relaxing a bit difficult until TJ and I were able to find a way to make the airmatress level enough to keep the motion feeling at a minimum.

2 The only real flushing toilets were a bit of a walk away from us so I had to deal with pit toilets which are vile .

3 I got my period a few days early and exactly one day into our trip.

4 I got myself into a bit of trouble right before we left. Apparently TJ ran out of gas driving home from dropping our dog off at the inlaws for our trip the night before we left...and somehow it was my fault cos I didn't have the quarter tank of gas in the van like I'm supposed to. But I still maintain that it's not my fault that he didn't look at the tank before he got on the express way......i'm just sayin

The good.

1 TJ let us play in the main dungeon this year and we both have come to love the St. Andrews cross.

2 TJ realized he doesn't have enough toys and wants to expand his toy bag to include a flogger which I agree with but he also still insists on a cane.

3 We went to a caning demonstration and TJ learned a few things that make me feel a bit more comfortable letting him try one on me.

4 There was a human food tray at the D/s formal that we attended one evening and I was able to lick and suck a woman's breast for the first time. I have been wanting to do that for a long time and I have to say I enjoyed it as much as I thought I would.

5 There were miles and miles of trails in the woods surrounding the camp ground that TJ and I took advantage of. We love to hike so that was relaxing and fun.... and being bent over a tree trunk and being used....that was absolutely wonderful.

6 Although the punishment for the gas thing sucked....if it hadn't been a punishment it woulda been pretty awesome. TJ walked me into the woods, tied my hands over my head to a tree limb, he pulled down my pants and whipped me until he was sure I was contrite. On the way back to camp we were all snuggles and I asked him if I could finally have an orgasm since the punishment was over. He thought I meant right that moment and granted my request. He found another tree for me lean against and told me to go ahead. I slid my hand into my jeans and began to play while he lifted my shirt and began to play with my breasts. He kept his eyes locked with mine as he twisted, pulled, and licked my nipples. When finally gave me permission, he covered my mouth to muffle my scream of pleasure as the immense wave crashed into me and the intensity of his stare, the pressure of his fingers over my mouth, and the heat in my nipple all pushed me over the edge. After it was all finished I was shaking and tears filled my eyes which I think completely confused him but he held me until I was able to straighten myself up and walk back to camp on my own.

7 TJ did more breast play with me than he ever has before and it was absolutely awesome.

I'm still hopeful that at some point our marriage will head down the road I want it to but for now I will be happy just to have him in my life and willing to spend weekends like that with me.

SPANKEDHORTIC: Changes To The Blog Rolls - And This Blog Has Moved

SPANKEDHORTIC — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 12:55:00 +0000

As of the 6th of November 2011, the blog roll lists and other side bar links here have changed. To find out details read the post listed in the following link

Changes To Blog Rolls

This blog has moved

Google blogger is no longer where you will find Spankedhortic posts. The new blog can be reached through the following link.

SPANKEDHORTIC II

If you want to update your links list or blog roll the new blog address is as follows.

http://spankedhortic.wordpress.com

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The Wallflower: Perceptions From the Edge: SSC Memories

The Wallflower: Perceptions From the Edge — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:10:00 +0000

Behind The Barred Window: A Moan, A Change of Title, A New Cover - and a Chance for YOU to Contribute some Ideas

Behind The Barred Window — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 11:54:00 +0000

I have had to take on some desk research for a market research company to earn a crust which is now grinding to a halt and in between there have been bouts of depression during which I haven't done much at all. Quite a lot of the latter has been due to LULU messing around and f*%*ing everything up. I had hoped to just finish and get out INSTITUTIONALISED volume 3 A CONTINUUM of DISCIPLINE and then dump everything and get on with a new project and never think about any of it ever again.
But even as sales were taking off LULU was hard at work in the background putting a halt to it: "We are unable to distribute volume 1 as its title comes to close to the edge of the cover to print correctly" But INSTITUTIONALISED volume 1 had been distributed through Amazon et al via LULU since May 2008!!! I have 3 printed proof copies myself . Then they came out with: "There are too many characters" in the full title of volume 2. But once again this was near-on two years after it had been published. Now they have removed all the PDF downloadable versions.
I am not sure how successful their new strategy is going to turn out commercially though, either for LULU as a company or their authors, at least insofar as my experience to date. Now I know we are not exactly talking 'Harry Potter' here in terms of sales but I had been shifting 2 or 3 most days, but since all the changes they have made at LULU I have yet to sell one single copy of any of my three volumes. In fact, sales just stopped dead after 21st of September other than two print copies of the first title via distribution – Amazon or whatever - which obviously date to a much earlier time as they take a while to filter through .
And there are other concerning issues too:
My first volume in particular once had several really glowing reader reviews, all of which – bar two - have disappeared and I had about eight on volume 1 including one that said "destined to be a classic of the genre" which I was particularly proud of! . Admittedly most of these reviews vanished a long time ago, after a previous reshuffle at LULU about the same time that the ranking device seemed to cease to function and the hit counter that used to feature on their site disappeared .
Secondly: When I use the LULU book search facility, entering the usual keywords pertaining to books in the same genre as mine, I am hard pressed to bring up my own books, despite the fact that I know what I am looking for. In fact only my second volume surfaces at all now. And it is not just me that thinks there is a problem in that department, either. Several folks have emailed me saying that if not for following the links from my blog they would have never have stumbled across any of my books from a random search of LULU though they had come across and bought others via LULU previously .
But all is not necessarily negative; I have a strategy of my own: What with my paid work now coming to an end and there being no sign of anymore in the pipeline for the foreseeable future I am at a loose end. I plan to spend a little time fixing the cover of volume 1 to keep LULU happy, but using it as an excuse for a cover redesign since my skills have come on somewhat since 2007 when it was created and I'd like to make it appear a little more like Volume 3 volume 1 is apparently occasionally mistaken for a psychology text book!!! . While I am at it I plan to change the title: It will still say ‘INSTITUTIONALISED: BEYOND THE STANFORD EXPERIMENT’ on the front cover but will be recreated on LULU under an alternative title – one hopefully more eagerly grasped by their picky search engine.
Now this is where you - my readers and other visitors - come in to the equation. If you were given the task of re-naming this, my first ever book or had you been its author what would you call it? All suggestions welcome. Please bear in mind that from as far as I can tell LULU’s search engine looks for keywords in the title. So words such as ‘spanking’, ‘caning’, ‘corporal punishment’ and so on need to be incorporated as early as possible in the title but without it becoming too ‘cheesy’. Perhaps do a search on LULU with a few key words and see what crops Ha, Ha! up? Meanwhile I am going to carry out a quick I hope experiment involving volume three.

Michelle Carlyle: Bait and Switch Conclusion and Farewell

Michelle Carlyle — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 16:35:00 +0000

Hey Spanko Friends!

Well, the time has arrived. This is my last post. I want to thank all my longtime regulars like Paul and PK, and my new friends, Antoinette, Kitty, Mathbard and Baby Girl, for commenting regularly on this blog and making me feel so good about my work. I also want to thank all my lurkers for coming by every week to read my posts. You guys are the best!

I also want to thank all the people who helped me start the blog, Bonnie at My Bottom Smarts and Dave at Cherry Red Report. Plus of course, PK, at New Beginnings and Reesa from Discipline and Desire. I couldn't have done it without you all.

While I will still appear occasionally on the website Discipline and Desire, and will pop up now and again on PK’s blog, New Beginnings, I am leaving the blogosphere. Well, Michelle is leaving the blogosphere. Under my real name, I’ll still maintain my monthly vanilla blog and will be focusing more energy on that and my vanilla career. I wish I had the time of three people so I could do all of it, but I can’t. However, I still have six more books of Michelle’s stories that will be released over the next two years, so keep on the look out on Michelle Carlyle's Website which I will still maintain , Amazon and Discipline and Desire for new books.

Again, my heartfelt thanks to all my readers. I love you guys and will miss you.

So here is my final post, the conclusion to Bait and Switch, to be found eventually in the Princess First Spanking Stories. Or some title that actually sounds more coherent than that.

I’ll leave this blog up for the next month and will be taking it down somewhere around the beginning of November.

Hugs and love to you all!

Michelle

While Tiffany frantically tried to get hold of the phone, Dave turned it off. With a glare down at her, he threw her iPhone to the ground and stomped on it. Smashing it into a million pieces.

Everything stopped. All sound stopped. Cars drove by, but she couldn’t hear them. She stared at her phone on the ground, shocked to the core of her soul.

Her fury ignited like a fuse on a keg of TNT. Tears stung her eyes and she screamed, “You broke my iPhone, you bastard!”

She took a swing at him, he caught her arm and twisted it behind her back and marched her to the car.

She couldn’t get her head around Dave’s actions. “Ow! You let me go, you big stupid bully! How dare you push me around!”

Dave opened the back door, shoved her inside, climbed in beside her and slammed the door.

She lunged for the opposite door, but he grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and pulled her across his lap. Pinning her with one arm, he tugged at her shorts.

She couldn’t figure out what he was up to. But she was so mad, she didn’t care. She was going to annihilate him! “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You let me up!”

Another yank on the back of her pants and they—along with her undies—were at her knees. The air conditioning blasted her bare buns. Her mouth open, her mind a near blank, she had no idea what Dave was doing. He wanted sex? In the middle of an argument? Wouldn’t be the first—

Excruciating pain lit up her ass. She gasped. This wasn’t…Dave wasn’t spanking her, was he? Harrowing swats with his powerful hand scorched her butt, setting all her nerve endings on fire. She jerked from the impact. Grabbing the seat, she pulled as hard as she could.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” he seethed as he hauled her back. Grabbing her arm, he pinned it behind her.

She tried to get away, but couldn’t. Dave had an inexorable hold on her. “Ow! You stop! I order you to stop!”

“You swat are swat in swat no swat position swat to swat order me to do anything!” He delivered a blistering series of strikes to both buns at once.

Tears poured down her cheeks and she began sobbing. “You can’t do this!”

“Funny, seems like I am doing this! And believe me, this has been a long time coming!” He fired into her sit spots with amazing force.

The agony radiated down her legs and up her back. Who knew a spanking could hurt this much? This was insane! She kicked her legs. “Dave! Stop!”

“No,” he said, punctuating his answer with a super hard swat. “I know that’s not a word you hear very often, but get used to it, you’re going to be hearing it a lot.” He spanked the top of her ass and then each cheek in turn.

She squealed. “I’m leaving you!”

He spanked her even harder. “The hell you are! You married me, woman! And you’re going to start acting like a wife, not a spoiled child!” He powered into her left cheek.

“Stop! That hurts!” she wailed.

“It’s supposed to! That’s why they call it a punishment! And if I have to spank you from here to Oregon and back again to make you grow up and act like a woman, that’s what I’ll do!” He concentrated a horrible series on her right bun.

Her body wracked with sobs. “You’re so mean! You want all those other women and I’m not going to stand for it!”

“I don’t want any woman but you!” He spanked her so hard, she thought she’d lose her mind.

She panted to control the pain. “You were flirting with that blonde bitch at Granzella’s! You whispered in her ear!”

He launched a full-on attack on her poor buns.

“Yeee-ow!”

“That’s because I was buying you something and I didn’t want to announce it to the store in case you overheard me!”

“She wanted you!”

“She’s a newlywed and showed me her ring! Her husband was right there, he runs the deli, you idiot!” He laid into her buns with furious spanks.

Was that true? But Dave wanted to cheat on her! He flirted with all the women!

She saw the clerk’s face in her mind. Maybe that had been excitement. Maybe she hadn’t been flirting.

Come to think of it, the clerk at the hotel had been gushing about her children. And that waitress’s bust line had been akin to the Grand Tetons.

Dave smacked her butt soundly. All she could do was cry. Not only was she crying because her ass hurt, but because it was possible she’d accused Dave wrongly. Really hard to accept, but a possible truth.

In fact, it was beyond possible, it was becoming clear that she’d blown it. That she’d picked a fight with her new husband. That she’d acted like a spoiled child. And taken off in 95 degree heat without a solid plan.

Running back to Daddy wasn’t exactly mature behavior, either. Daddy had always said she was young for her age. And now at twenty-seven, she couldn’t help but see that calling Dad for help was pretty lame.

She’d made a commitment to Dave. She’d made a choice to get married. She’d promised to love, honor and cherish him. Accusing him of cheating on her with little evidence wasn’t exactly in the “honoring him” category.

Shit. She deserved this spanking. How humiliating. Her face burned with embarrassment.

Dave stopped and pulled her pants over her flaming buns. Picking her up, he sat her next to him on the seat.

She sobbed uncontrollably. He handed her a box of tissues and put his arm around her. She blew her nose.

He gave her a little squeeze. “You know why I spanked you?”

She couldn’t look at him. She gave a miserable nod.

“Why? I want to hear you say it.”

“B-b-because I…”

“Yes?”

“Because I was horrible!” She dissolved back into tears. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I…thought you were…looking at those other girls and…I don’t know. I just throw tantrums, okay? Or I have. I’m not used to being called on them. People just do what I want. Even if I don’t know what I want. Shit. I am spoiled. This sucks.”

Dave chuckled and pulled her closer. “Your father’s to blame for that.”

“No. I’m twenty-seven. I’m to blame.”

He kissed her on the temple, sending goose bumps up her spine. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”

She turned to him and buried her face in his broad chest. God, she loved his scent and the feel of his strong arms around her. “Once I get angry, I can’t stop. It’s like I have no self-control. Some part of me knew you weren’t flirting, but…I get an idea in my head and I can’t get rid of it.”

“You’re learning how to recognize the behavior. Then you can stop.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

He laughed. “And I don’t want you to leave me. Not that I’d let you. Not in a huge snit like this. You really can work yourself up. Your father said you were a handful, but that he didn’t have the balls to stand up to you. He knew I did.”

“Have you spanked other girls?”

“Yes. But none more deserving than you.”

“I’m sorry, Dave. I don’t want to push you away. I…I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re smart. And your act worked for many years. But no more.”

She gazed up into his gorgeous dark brown eyes and her heart cracked all the way open. Hot energy filled her center. A lightning strike of lust went straight to her sex. She wanted him. Badly. More than she ever had.

Finally, a man worth loving. She grabbed his face and mashed one on him.

He groaned deep in his throat, brought her closer and commanded her mouth. She played with his tongue, dueling and spinning with her own, but he won the battle. She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.

Moaning, he eagerly obliged her, quickly moving past her shorts to tease her tender folds. He rammed his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed her back against the seat. She pulled him on top and went for his zipper.

He pushed away from her with a tortured gasp. He gave a quick check of the area, then laughed. “If we don’t stop right now, I won’t be able to and the cops around here don’t appreciate people making love in public in broad daylight.”

She sent him a saucy grin. “Isn’t there a motel nearby?”

He got a wicked glint in his eye. “Right across the road as a matter of fact. But I thought you wanted to get to the Lake.”

She grabbed him and kissed him hard.

He pushed away. “I guess we’re going to be late.”

©2011, Michelle Carlyle

Paolo in Dublin: Signing Off Paolo-in-Dublin ...Ciao!!

Paolo in Dublin — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 22:14:00 +0000

Signing Off Guys!! ....This next 3 months will see work take a bit more of my time, thus my time for perving about on the Paolo-in-Dublin blog and yours will be seriously curtailed. :-

I do hope to follow your spanking blogs as best I can though.

Paolo will stay alive though online on Twitter....hope to see you there!!

Rambling Thoughts and Other Stuff: Education, Renovation, and the Essence of Life

Rambling Thoughts and Other Stuff — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 14:04:00 +0000

So, the boy is off to college. We took him a week and a half ago to move him into his dorm. It went rather smoothly; he is excited, and so are we. I think it’s finally hitting him for real that he is kinda on his own in a ‘strange land’. He has already made a trip home for Labor Day weekend, considering that he would have 4 days off. I suspect that many on campus headed home as well, since I think quite a few live within a couple of hours away at least I know his roommate does . But for him, it's quite a drive.

While we were there, a bit of the undercurrent R and I have had kinda came up in a way. I was talking to my son, and said something about people being ‘shits’. It was funny, cuz R nudged my arm and said, “Don’t say that!” in a somewhat authoritative tone.

Now, you know me. I am thinking in my head, yes maybe I should use a different word, but also in my head, bucking being told I had to. Especially in light of the suspension of our dynamic at the moment. So, I said, “well, people CAN be shits!”

R looked a tad perturbed. “Don’t use that word.”

“What?” I said. “Shit? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

He said nothing.

Then I felt bad. Unwilling to give up a curse word, I compromised. “Okay,” I said. “I guess people can be real asses.”

“Well,” R stated. “That’s a better word, anyway.”

I don’t mind adjusting myself to a preference if I am asked to do so. Like, “it really bothers me when you use that word. Could you not?” or somesuch. Perhaps, yes, I could have taken from what he said to make that assumption. Of course I could have, and acted on my own to correct myself. I think, and this has been some of the crux of the DD issue, is that by doing it when told to still, in my mind, allows this ‘play along’ of the dynamic.

We’re also making plans for next summer for a complete renovation of our house. We had started over a year ago, finishing the basement and starting to get some other things done. Only for the basement to flood once we got our walls up! Talk about a pain in the ass. All that money wasted, and even way more money spent to have someone come in and tear it partially down so floors could be jack hammered for a drainage system to be put in. While it was certainly worth the money the drainage system , it demotivated me a bit to have had all of that work torn out. However, we are making a plan for an across the board renovation next summer. I say next summer, because due to the amount we will be doing, we have to make plans and get the finances together. I just wanna do it in one swoop. My mom is the type who does a bit at a time, but I have problems doing it that way! So, next summer, we will be completely finishing the basement, including a new bathroom. My kitchen will be finished that was one room where I have done a little at a time , a new roof put on, and the whole house re-wired. I am also hoping for a new addition in the back, over which is now our patio, which will become a family room. Or maybe a Master Bedroom. Decisions, decisions. I am leaning towards a master bedroom, which would give us yet another bathroom. Can never have too many bathrooms!

So, moving right along. Now R has decided to further his education as well! Talk about stressful; all of this school expense! The good thing is, his job has tuition reimbursement, so he is taking full advantage of that. He said that his goal is, once he is retirement age not that he plans to retire, even when he is of age, because he loves the kind of job he does , then he wants to teach university. So he is furthering education. He is taking business, and the funny thing is, with his prior education having focused on Education/Biology and Foreign Language, he has in the corporate world for more than 20 years. He knows all about business and the business world!

I was wondering how it would work with all of the traveling he must do, but the good thing is, right now he is still working mostly online. I think in January, he may start actually being in a classroom. Probably mostly evenings after work; the university he is attending has a campus on site at his workplace. So it will be a combination of online and classroom work.

I am working more hours this year at my job than I had last year, which is good. It is still part time, which I prefer, given my duties with the kids and their needs still. It’s the perfect job for my schedule. No nights or weekends, which gives me time to study and work on Law as well as run around doing what needs to be done for my still-young kids.

As we head into the Fall, we have a busy year ahead! But, is family life ever anything but busy??

Tiny Miranda: Hello

Tiny Miranda — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 12:43:00 +0000

We're back. It's been a strange time, a visit to parents, home to work a couple of day, then a week there, some more work, then a little bit of holiday there. The real downside has been that there has been no time for spankings. And some were needed. Since my last blogpost, Hamilton has won once and had three fourth places.

It was not until last weekend we had time to deal with this imbalance. Red haired friend insisted on taking them in the right order. That meant I got one on Saturday.

She had missed it. I could tell. She really relished it, enjoying every second of it. No restraints but she wasn't harsh, rather took her time. It was great, I had really missed it. She decided on the hairbrush but kept on for some time. I was quite sore afterwards, but happy.

Then another on Sunday. This time she took the bath brush and the hairbrush and did a pretty good job. Not that she was brutal, this time either, but on a tender bottom...you know what I mean.

Then it was my turn. And some of you would think that two spankings would make me be rather harsh with her. It had the opposite effect. She was annoyed with me for being so meek.

My third spanking was due on Monday, and she took it on her to inspect my bottom when I got home from work. It was a very matter of factly affair. She sat down and had me take my knickers down and lift my skirt so she could inspect me. She decided to postpone it to Tuesday, when the same procedure repeated itself.

Anyway, I got the last racing spanking on Tuesday, and this time she was a little stricter, which was a little hard, since my skin was still affected. Anyway, we got through this too.

This is short and sketchy, but I just wanted to update you and let you know I am back. Take care.

True Switch: The evil hairbrushes

True Switch — Sat, 13 Aug 2011 02:30:33 +0000

Evil Hairbrushes

I went to visit my parents for Father’s day and their area has a lot of antique shops near their house. While I was out taking their new puppy for a walk I stopped in one and I saw these two old hairbrushes. I waited a few days and when they were still there when I went back, I knew they were meant for me to take home.

They are not as bad as I thought they would be, but they do sting a lot and have thud behind them as well.

Dante's Paradiso: Ice Cream Psychology - I'm Still Crazy But At Least I'm Not Boring A Postscript Has Been Added

Dante's Paradiso — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 14:40:54 +0000

This morning, as I leaped from bed in eager anticipation of a bowl of ice cream to start my glorious day okay, to you it might have appeared more like a labored crawl of a battered moose, but by my standards it was very much a "leap" , I found myself fascinated which sounds better than "pissed" by the realization that the fairly expensive "high quality" ice cream read: a step above "generic" I had bought yesterday as a mature way read: "childish attempt" to counter a relatively stressful day read: I would have been ripping out my hair had I not started shaving my head again spent at the doctor, was actually mislabeled.

What the "Ice Cream" label should have actually said was "Air" with "Sugar, Cream and Flavorings" added so the package has a little weight and you will foolishly spend your money on what you fill your lungs with 12 times every minute for free.

As I tried to enjoy my large bowl of "whipped cream" I decided to search to find how many other people were unhappy which also sounds better than "pissed" that Blue Bunny Ice Cream, which according to my impressive memory I seem to remember it being impressive once actually produced real ice cream read: a spoon could actually stand up in it but now was turning out nothing more than flavored helium.

Due to my once well documented before I removed the "dead weight" from this blog attention span let me just say there was once an extreme, and well-founded, doubt that I could ever spend several hours a day meditating but I learned that if I emptied my mind of all thought it was the perfect cure for ADHD because there was nothing left to distract me , I ... ummm ... what was I talking about again?

Oh ya!

I spent about 47 seconds searching about "air in Blue Bunny ice cream" before finding an article that made me question everything I once found important in my life. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic but lets see you try to make a story about ice cream interesting to an audience focused on sex ...

Lets cut to the chase ...

There was a time in my life when I probably wouldn't have dared come on here and confess that one of my biggest weaknesses in this life was ice cream. Not because of any fear of the "vegan gods" but because of the way I preferred my ice cream.

VANILLA!!!

Okay, I will give you all ample time to recover ..........................................

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I hope that was sufficient.

Now I can show you why I am no longer in fear ...

I found the following information, which much to my surprise, made me see for the first time that all my fears of ever being exposed as a vanilla-ite were totally unfounded:

The Web site IceCream.com says that the ice cream flavor you like best tells a lot about your personality.

Butter pecan — A perfect worker, devoted, conscientious, respectful and fiscally conservative.

Chocolate chip — Competitive and accomplished.

Coffee — Lively, dramatic and flirtatious, thriving on the passion of the moment.

Double chocolate chunk — Lively, creative and dramatic, the life of a party.

Mint chocolate chip — Ambitious and confident, yet skeptical about life.

Rocky road — Balanced mixture of charm and practicality.

Strawberry — Thoughtful and logical, more a follower than leader.

Vanilla — Colorful and dramatic, a risk taker, emotionally expressive and idealistic.

Had I known this before I could have saved myself years of torment and shame, along with thousands of dollars in psychiatric rehabilitation and meds!

Oh well, you live, you learn. At least if you aren't me ...

In case the "bland flavors" mentioned above don't "strike your fancy" I can't tell you how difficult it is even in my "new way of thinking" to let that phrase stand unmolested , for the risk takers among you, there's always Candied Bacon, The Sex Pistol or the mouth watering classic, Haggis Sheep Intestines along with seven other "interesting" flavors described in an SF Weekly article called The 10 Weirdest Ice Cream Flavors In Existence.

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This postscript was a first draft and probably has grammar or spelling errors.

POSTSCRIPT - I posted the ice cream story a couple hours ago and haven't been able to stop asking myself "why?" ever since. My life now is completely wrapped up in something of which a large part involves not calling attention to oneself and here I have gone and made a blog post!

It began simply enough, as I explained, with me finding the information about people who like vanilla ice cream. When I saw it, I laughed and thought about some of the people who often read this blog who I liked very much and that they might enjoy seeing it. So, I figured I'd stick it up here. It can't do any harm, right?

Well, I needed to write a quick intro so people wouldn't think I had lost what little bit of mind I had and explain the "vanilla" reference and why I found it funny. Otherwise I'd be posting here about ice cream and I'd soon be hearing the sound of men running to my door holding straight jackets.

Then I figured I'd do a quick look for a decent "ice cream picture" so it'd be easier to read.

I started typing and then "I" just took over and had fun with it. There was no intention to do anything. I was just writing for "me" at that point, and having a blast. I finished, posted it, and went to do other things.

Then it hit me.

What the heck was all that about?

To make this short, my life now is all about practicing "mysticism." Which is believed, wrongly, my many people to be some sort of "occult" thing but is the exact opposite and true mystics of every world religion, and beyond, make that very clear but people who foolishly associate mysticism with anything even close to "occult" never really examine their lives . It's something I've studied and prepared for 40+ years and God has blessed me in the last year with the incredible gift of being able to fulfill that dream much sooner than I'd ever dared to hope though I sometimes wish He could have done it without leaving me so alone, I am honestly, and absolutely, convinced that this was the best possible way, even though there have been a few rough periods of to overcome along the way .

Anyway, a huge part of true mysticism I'm not referring to a "mystical experience," an 'event" that happens and then stops, like many have had throughout history and then wrongly believed to be "mystics" - a true mystic is one who has reached the mystical state and it becomes their constant reality and never changes - that is the goal, and eventual destination of all true mystics is the need to completely dissolve the ego. That is not something anyone can just "do" and it only occurs through many changes in one's life along with many, many hours of learning to control, and empty one's mind through specific meditation techniques, and, most of all, Grace from "above." In other words, it's nothing "I" am doing or could ever hope to do. To try to wrap up the mysticism part I can best explain it like this:

One has to to completely eliminate any sense of "self" or any sense of "I" which is a big part of continually "emptying the mind" through many hours of meditation . As history has shown, since the beginning of time, through the work of numerous famous mystics, and countless unknown ones whose only goal was to achieve "realization" and not to "spread the teachings," when anything at all tied to "I" is completely abolished, and you are left as sort of an "empty shell" all that is left is God.

The mystics of the highest order Buddha, Rumi, Kabir, many famous Christian and Western mystics - the Westerners run the gamut regarding levels of mystical achievement, but even the "least" among them earned the right to continue their Quest after death - and lots of others - I won't chance upsetting anyone by daring to suggest that Jesus was 100% mystic, or that, like the vast majority of scholars and commentators about mysticism who are not themselves mystics, they get some stuff right and miss by a mile with a lot of stuff, or that it's clear His mysticism wasn't completely removed from the Bible, or that it takes a mystic to be convinced of such - I know better than ever dare suggest such "heresy," lol , have learned through direct experience that this is the way to "God realization" and that, even though many improvements are made along the way to attaining that Incredible Goal and they get more and more spectacular and, to many, "unbelievable," the "higher" one climbs . the ONLY way to ever accomplish what is so important crucial is to have "I" get out of the way. A truly humble man/woman, not one who "acts humble but one who is, like the Dali Lama for example, is one who is closest to God - not in theory but in fact.

Only heart to heart can speak of the bliss of mystic knowers: No message can tell it and no missive bear it.
~ Hafiz

That's a long way to go to explain this but what else do you expect with me? but of all the things one must "lose" or conquer as a mystic anger, greed, lust, attachment and ego , ego is by far the most difficult and takes the longest to kill. It keeps fading but as long as even the slightest bit exists in someone, even though their spiritual "achievement" is far greater than any of us could ever compare to - as all but the rarest mystics have clearly shown - just look at the countless "gurus" who achieved various things before their egos regained control and everything was lost, though they never understood that .

So, that is a long way of attempting to explain that, even though it was done to boost my ego in any way in other words my original intention, at least consciously, was just to share something that made me smile with some people I really like , it quickly became apparent to me that it was all about ego.

Yes, perhaps it wasn't meant to be, or maybe I was just convincing myself of that, as a lifetime of practice had made me so good at doing the mind is your worst enemy if you have any "mystic" or "God" desires but the fact was that "ego" was all it was about.

Perhaps not in the "aren't I wonderful?" definition so many people believe wrongly that ego is only about, but, at the very least, in the sense of "self" or "me." which might not be as ugly to most people, but in a mystical sense it is just as bad .

I came back here to delete my post and chalk it up as a learning experience, but I decided to give it a little more time so I could think it through I did, though, remove the ability for anyone to comment on this post as I definitely do not want anything like that .

Now, here I am again, adding this, even more "ego-ish" text to the original, but I'm doing it because I decided to broadcast just how far I still am from my Dream and Goal and as a constant reminder to myself of how little reason I even have to have any kind of "ego."

This "Path" has truly been the greatest thing I have ever "found" but with all the wonderful things it continually adds to my life, it has also had some aspects that I wish I could do without. And most of that, if not all, involves the part so crucial to the eventual loss of the ego, and that is in coming to find how much ego is even there, and worse, much worse, the complete delusions it has been built upon.

I "understand" how vital it is, and how incredibly beneficial it is, to slowly kill the ego bit it sometimes becomes very tough to start to comprehend what you truly are and compare it to what you once thought of yourself.

Not because of the least bit of "shame" in understanding the truth, but because of the shame in ever believing such rubbish in the first and acting on it 24 hours a day since birth even writing that is an act of ego, and it is awful to see these things .

I'm not being specific to "me" here. I'd feel the same way if I was Mother Theresa going through the realization of what being "me" was all about though it would surely be easier, lol . I just wish it would go away, but I know that's not in my control so all I can do is just keep plugging along and hoping to never fall back.

Most of all, I look forward to the day when I am finally beyond any desire to ever again make posts like these.

No matter how quickly those desires might fade after a brief appearance, the fact that they ever even arose shows just how far I still have to go before I even start seeing the "Finish Line."

If anyone was crazy enough to read this whole thing and actually made it to this point, I can only say thank you. You are either an incredibly caring person or certifiable.

Either way, I couldn't possibly ever get you to understand how much just the thought that someone might possibly care enough to read this rubbish truly means to me.

"Concentration when perfected, leads one to first hear and then attune to the music which emerges from within the center of the holy light which one begins to see glimpses of early on . This enchanting holy melody has a magnetic pull which is irresistible, and the soul cannot but follow it to the spiritual source from whence the music emerges.The soul is helped by this process to slide out of the shackles of the body and becomes anchored in the heavenly radiance of its True Self atman , and is led on to the heavenly home of the Father."
~ Sant Kirpal Singh, "The Crown Of Life"

Sandra: Nimue thrashed to tears

Sandra — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 20:57:56 +0000

It takes a look to make top spanking and BDSM model Nimue cry. This lovely lady enjoys pain and has a very high tolerance for it. But Mr Stern did just that. The strap applied to her hands certainly made young Nimue weep. Mr Stern decided that he would test Nimues limits and gave her the hardest thrashing and caning that I have seen for a long time. Not only was the strap applied to her hands, but she was beaten with a wicked looking bamboo implement on her already sore bottom. Then she was given a good, long, hard caning. A punishment session that this young lady will not forget in a hurry. Take a look at the free clip here.

The Spanking Universe: Kitchen Glove

The Spanking Universe — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 19:24:01 +0000

For a sensual spanking.

Richard Windsor: Panty Spanking – Part 70

Richard Windsor — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 11:34:07 +0000

White cotton panties in this set of spanking pics.

Richard Windsor: Panty Spanking – Part 74 – Red panties

Richard Windsor — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 11:16:06 +0000

Nothing quite like a game of match the bottom to the color of the panties. There is one pink panty pic as the bottom really does match it, but all of the rest are spankings given to the seat of red panties.

Training of Submissives: Back Again---and speaking of BACK----let us step through the backdoor----On Being Anal…

Training of Submissives — Wed, 25 May 2011 14:59:00 +0000

This is not a posting about being anal retentive. For that, if it is problematic you might want to contact a good psychotherapist.
I had a few requests for a post like this. I have been fortunate enough to be speaking with a woman that has very deeply and successfully been exploring and blogging about her exploration of D/s since her divorce. She has ceased blogging recently but I will add a link if she begins anew. Some of the requests for this post came from people that like anal oriented activities and some from those who have yet to experience much anal. Analingus oral-anal contact and Anal Intercourse anal penetration with the penis are usually what people think of by Anal. Unless you are lucky enough to be into D/s, in which case those are just the lovely beginning of a creative, erotic, sometimes demanding and always sensual experience.
An interesting observation I have made about analingus—oral to anal contact---it is not the act exactly, but the perception which decides the dynamic. I love a woman’s ass. I love to touch it, kiss it and tongue it, inside and out. She can be lying on her stomach or sitting on my face during love making, or tied down during rough sex, I enjoy doing it and do it when I can. There is nothing the least bit submissive about the act of my tonguing a woman’s asshole. Yet, when my slaves lick and kiss my ass or asshole, whether I command it or they have begged to do it, it is a most submissive act. Slave S, said she found it one of the most submissive things she could and ever did. When we started she was very into kissing and licking feet, but once I demanded a thorough tongue bath and she started to lick my ass, her first time doing this, she found she much preferred it as a much more submissive act! Though M and I never discussed it, she seemed to get excited by the total tongue bath experience, and seemed anxious to serve her Master by kissing and licking my ass. However, when it came to getting her ass licked, it is possible that no one ever enjoyed it more than M!
When it comes to Anal penetration I have noticed similar dynamics. There is an entire sex culture of anal that does not include D/s. And of course, for gay men it is the only form of intercourse available, and not all gay men are into D/s. Just like analingus, since the ass has many nerve endings, and is sensitive, it is an erogenous zone and experiences effects and changes during sexual arousal. Clearly, if we are comfortable allowing it, the ass is made to be a part of the sexual experience. Now, as for it being separate from D/s, I cannot speak to this from experience, because as it happens, every woman I have ended up having anal sex with also ended up submitting to me. This is not a scientific sample because in all but one case, Slave S, I pursued exploring the issue of D/s before a sub and I got much into the physical relationship and therefore did not have anal sex before we explored D/s . I have explored how this sometimes occurred in an earlier posting: http://enteringsub.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time.html
I think I like and am attracted to anal sex because I definitely seem partial to a woman’s beautiful ass and it seems like a D/s thing to do, at least to me. I have been with a few women and some had large breasts and some were very small, some were tall and trim, some were shorter but all had incredible butts! Obviously, there can also be a pain aspect to anal intercourse. For some, like M, there was a certain amount of pain every time but what made it particularly enjoyable with M was not that there was a certain amount of pain, but that it was one of the activities that made her more excited and her pussy dripping wet than almost anything else. Obviously, I enjoy inflicting a certain amount of sexual punishment, however, I would not enjoy dishing out nonconsensual pain or pain in a way that did not lead to the other goals the submissive and I each had. In other words, if M experienced the same anal pain, but did not get excitement from it, and in fact was turned off by it, even though accepting of the pain, it would not have been enjoyable for me. Just like I would not want a woman to be whipped by me solely because she cared for me, but didn't actually enjoy submitting and get turned on by the acceptance of her punishment. That might, in actuality still be consensual, but for me it would not be D/s.
So, there can be a certain amount of discomfort or pain involved with anal sex, but there does not have to be. It depends on using enough lubricant and it also depends on the combination of the size of the man and woman. While not the thinnest woman I had been with, M was one of the shortest and while not huge, I have been told I have a fairly large sized cock, and the combination seemed to be about as much as M could take. K was a smaller framed though taller woman, and in truth I think her ass felt the tightest, but if there was any discomfort she simply did not betray it. For some, like slave S, there was a little discomfort at times but never any real pain---and usually just pleasure. And as I said, for slaves like K, if there was any pain involved it was so minor that someone with the tolerance she possessed never gave a hint if there was any discomfort. So clearly since I enjoyed it with everyone there is more to it than discomfort. But then, I suppose if you are into dominance and submission you can find a D/s dynamic in almost any act. I'm thinking that what is also dominant about anal sex is that you are pushing your way into an orifice that isn't normally used for this purpose. Therefore I can find oral sex to be a D/s activity too. Yet there are millions of women out there who don't think or feel submissive when they perform a blow job. Certainly there are positions, forcefulness and dialogue that can make any act more or less D/s, so I am sure that is part of it. But if I had to give an opinion I do think anal sex is more overtly D/s than a lot of other acts.
Now nothing really makes anal sex more D/s than expecting the slave to suck your cock when it comes out of their ass. I am sure there are people into D/s activities that would just pull out of a slave’s ass and then push it in their mouth. As I've mentioned many times the real world is not always that convenient so I'm not like that. I like to check that things are clean first. I think people, Doms and just guys that like anal sex, think it is okay to just expect certain things because in most anal sex videos, especially with a D/s storyline, that's exactly what the guy does----takes his cock out of the girls ass and shoves it right in her mouth and tells her to clean it off. The thing is, you only see what the camera allows you to see, you can't be sure where they cut the video, and you don't know what preparations have gone into making sure the actress was ready. Now, as I said I always check, and the vast majority of times things have always been clean. I have not written about the times they haven't been! In general, the body has a good way of keeping things remarkably clean, and during arousal have mechanisms in place to help with this. However, for some people, whether just the way their bodies work, or because of transient issues, they may require some help. Enemas are an area that I have heard are both erotic and obviously very useful if somebody is not naturally usually ready for anal sex. However, I am not into enemas and so far in my experience have not needed any regular additional help to clean out my slaves. So this is not an area I can speak to and if you are interested in these, or you feel you or your slave needs this kind of preparation, you'll have to seek additional information elsewhere. It should be noted that just because a cock, or strap on, may come out clean enough to be licked and sucked afterward, you can never assume it's clean enough to go right back into a vagina. That is not the case!
So, is bending over or getting on your hands and knees and spreading your cheeks and taking a big fat cock up your asshole a submissive act? I think so, but that is only one dominant man's opinion! There are plenty of movies out there where women get fucked up the ass without displaying the slightest bit of discomfort or pain, in fact they are moaning and screaming in pleasure, and then suck the guys cock as soon as it comes out of their asshole, and there isn't the slightest hint of D/s. But are the people watching these films into D/s?
As I mentioned there are changes to the asshole as we become more and more sexually aroused. I'm sure anyone reading this is aware of that but just in case, I will mention it here that under extended arousal the asshole opens up. Therefore, especially when introducing a slave who is new to anal sex you need to proceed slowly. And I don't just mean not to rush through the entire idea of anal sex; I mean not to rush when you're actually doing it. You need to penetrate slowly, especially when you've never done this with the girl before. You need to be adequately lubricated. I have always found that an excited woman provides enough lubrication in her pussy. I never needed to use additional lubrication besides what I got from their pussies with M though sometimes with K because she was so tight I would add lubricant and maybe it would've helped with M. Because of her discomfort I offered her a lubricant on several occasions but she declined, saying she thought it was not necessary because my cock would be so wet from her and the actual penetration was easy. She thought it was more a matter of size and relaxation and that she was prepared for the discomfort while serving me. Interestingly, slave S, a taller, larger framed woman, never appeared to have much discomfort from anal sex but insisted, despite her also being one of the wettest women I have ever known, on using an additional lubricant. She had always heard you were supposed to use lubricant and therefore I believe she just felt it was a requirement. Kayla was one of the least wet women I have ever known and she blamed that on her body's reaction to birth control pills, but she didn't like the idea of lubricant and insisted on only providing her own---naturally. This made for a difficult penetration, one that seemed as painful sometimes for her as for M, though she insisted it was not the case and that she really did not experience discomfort. It was hard to know but as I have mentioned many times in a lot of ways she was a very annoying person so I'm sure if she really didn't like it I would've heard about it! So I think it's safe to say that as a general rule, especially with girls new to anal sex, you should plan on using additional lubricant. Also, even when you're with someone extremely wet and they themselves don't feel you need a lubricant; you should still always have one nearby. The reason is if you need additional lubricant while in the act of fucking her asshole, it would not be prudent or sanitary to expect to be able to re-lubricate your cock in her pussy. You could use your fingers to get some lubrication and bring it to her ass, but it is better to be prepared. There are many good personal lubricants on the market, but make sure your choice will be safe and pleasant for her if you expect her to suck your cock afterwards.
As may have been evident from previous posts, I enjoyed inserting a great many things into my slaves asses. My tongue and their fingers are the easy ones. Although as I've mentioned, M did not find her fingers very easy as she was embarrassed to play with her asshole. When I first started with D/s, the first things I ever inserted inside a woman's asshole besides my tongue, my fingers, or my cock was a thin, hard, black leather covered, smooth metal studded whip handle. M was the first to experience this. I could tell she really didn't like it. M has never had a problem with me wanting to put my cock in her ass which was much bigger and wider than the whip handle. But while she submitted and tolerated anything I wanted to put up her ass, she has never enjoyed objects. The only time she gets soaking wet when her asshole is stretched is when it is stretched by my cock. I suppose this shows the psychological component of sex. M clearly enjoyed anal stimulation, even painful stimulation, but clearly in her mind it was to be provided by her lover and his body parts. She moaned and writhed by the touch of my fingers, went into ecstasy with my tongue up her ass, but was resistant to touching her ass with her own fingers. She was in pain but got soaking wet when my big cock stretched her asshole, but got little enjoyment by a much thinner whip handle or similar sized butt plug. I say little enjoyment instead of no enjoyment because she did clearly stay in the moment and in the experience, and I believe that was related to her desire and excitement in serving me. The first couple of times I inserted the thinner objects into her asshole she did not seem to respond positively. After that though, since I planned on continuing the practice because I enjoyed it, and since she was willing to submit to it, I would start to talk to her more while I was doing it, about how she was serving her master, or I would stand in front of her and fuck her mouth while I stimulated her asshole. She started to respond much more excitedly once she saw the effect inserting these objects into her asshole had on me and my cock. After a while, if she would displease me, she started to suggest anal punishments as often as any other harsh punishment. Once when we had plans to go to the opening of a movie on a Friday night, she forgot she had made plans with some friends of hers. The friends kept reminding her of their plans, and I did not bother reminding her of ours, as this was not usually a problem, and she ended up standing me up. This almost never happened and she was very upset and apologetic. I was so annoyed I did not take any of her hints that we should settle this in a D/s way. We made plans the next morning for later that day, and when I arrived at her house she answered the door naked, save for her collar and cuffs. She never did this if I did not instruct her to do so. I walked in only commenting “Nice outfit.” She got into her slave position bent over the end of the couch with her hands reaching back spreading her ass cheeks. There was a small wooden folding tray next to her, not something usually there, and on it was a rattan cane, her heavy wooden sorority paddle, 2 Japanese clover nipple clamps, several pounds of weights that we used to hang from those clamps, and this very large fat and long rubber cock with ribs and protruding studs. I once brought that dildo to her along with Slave S, and threatened to abuse M’s ass with it if she did not play with her asshole to my liking in front of Slave S to make up for the fact that previously she had been very resistant to this in front of S, and of course she was punished for this resistance, but I was not going to tolerate her embarrassing me again . “I see you are feeling very guilty.” I said. “I was so angry I was going to leave you to stew in your guilt, but I guess you know me pretty well. Naked and bent over with some of our harshest instruments ready for use makes me think I should settle this your way instead….” I stood behind her and lowered my pants and teased her slightly parted pussy lips with the tip of my rock hard cock. “Besides, you obviously know how to improve my mood!” She moaned as I pulled the tip away from her pussy. “You’ll get my cock back when you have taken your punishment.” I said. Then I picked up the fat studded dildo and brought it near her face. “What do you think I should do with this?” I asked. She stared at it and paused, then spoke very softly. “I think you should…” she paused again, then looked up into my eyes, “fuck my asshole with it Master.” Then she immediately averted her eyes and buried her face in the couch cushion. “I see.” I said. “I think that will be a terrible punishment for you.” I said. Muffled a bit by the cushion I heard M say, “I think so too.” I looked at the table again, “You picked out so many severe punishments that I will end with the cock up your ass and perhaps by then you will find it a welcome change of pace.” I snapped a leash on her collar and pulled her from the couch. She immediately got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the wall where I had a hook in the wall to chain her arms above her head. Here is where I whipped her standing up, facing the wall, but when I bound her with her back against the wall she knew it was for nipple and tit punishment. She raised her hands above her head when I told her to stand, but stood sideways and asked which way she should go. “Your back to the wall slave! You chose the clamps and the weights so it’s your tits that will suffer first.” I hung 3 pounds from each clamp, less than the most weight she’d ever experienced, but extremely painful, and I left them on for 5 minutes, which was not the longest she had stood either. She stood there, tits jutting out, eyes closed, hands above her head, lips tightly pressed together as I announced the end of each minute by giving the clamps a push causing them to swing painfully. When I said 5 minutes I grabbed the clamps and pulled them off quickly. I had never told her it would be a 5 minute limit and she was totally unprepared for the rush of pain that stung her nipples as the clamps were removed and she screamed out most unexpectedly for M.
I snapped her leash back on and instantly she was on her hands and knees as I led her back to the couch. As soon as her leash was removed again she was back into her slave position with her cheeks spread. I attached her ankle cuffs to the legs of the couch then pulled her hands from between her cheeks and pulled them outstretched above her head and used long cotton rope to attach those to the other end of the couch. She was tied down tight and her ass was a lovely, round and firm target. “I like to see your ass with thin red stripes so I will begin with the cane as once I use that paddle your ass will just be so red and bruised that the thin welts won’t show at all!” I said.
“Yes sir. I am sure you’re right, thank you.”
“And what does my bitch think about this punishment now that it has begun? Do you wish you had chosen a few different instruments?”
“I think I am very glad you decided to punish your bitch instead of staying angry with her. I would not have chosen differently because I knew you would only agree if you felt I was serious and sincere about this punishment. A riding crop and butt plug would not have proven anything to you.”
“You know me very well M.” I said as I swished the cane in the air and then walked behind her. I only gave her 15 strokes, but they were firm strokes. M had chosen some pretty severe punishment and I did not want to overdo it. Also, I was anxious to see if her ass could take that rubber cock and just as anxious to end the experience with a good fucking to show her she had more than made up to me for her poor behavior. I then picked up the heavy paddle and rubbed her ass with it. “I almost hate to ruin these lovely red stripes with this heavy thing!” I said. I put the paddle down, picked up the cane and said, “In fact, I am not going to do it. You have offered yourself up to a great deal of punishment tonight and you are getting it for sure, but I think 10 more with the cane will suffice, and will leave your ass looking the way I like while I abuse it with the rubber cock.” I said.
I could hear disappointment in her voice, but could not tell if it was her expectation or for me as she said, “Master, a few strokes won’t ruin the look, will it?” “I suppose not.” I said. I gave her 3 hard strokes with the paddle, one right after the other, then gave her 5 more strokes of the cane, very hard strokes, and then left her tied there while I picked up the rubber cock.”
“If this thing wasn’t so long and fat I think it would still be very difficult to take because of the ribs and bumps all over it.” I said as I reached under M’s chin and held her face and turned her so she was staring at the monstrous cock. I reached over and rubbed the cock between her ass cheeks then pulled it away and leaned it in front of her face on the cushion. “Start licking it. You will want it as wet and slippery as possible.” I said. I walked behind her and slid out of my pants and briefs. My cock was hard and throbbing and I roughly pushed it into her pussy. She was moist and it only took a few thrusts before she was soaking wet. I fucked her hard and fast and reached underneath and rubbed her clit. Soon she was screaming out her orgasm, M really loved to scream when she came, maybe so everyone would know how many times she could manage in a night . I pulled my wet cock out of her pussy and stuck it right into her asshole. Her ass was about as opened as it ever was, having just had an orgasm and my sticking my cock in there would serve to start lubricating her and to help open her asshole some more for that big rubber cock while I enjoyed myself. That rubber cock, while not the biggest thing I ever shoved up M’s ass, was near to it including the ribs and studs and I had a feeling this was going to be very tough for her. I picked up the rubber cock that she had clearly forgotten to keep licking and I held it in front of her face and started fucking her mouth with it. It was not easy for her, and I pulled it out and the next stop was her pussy. “If I were you I would try to enjoy this because being very wet and very excited will be the only things to help you through this. But when we are done with your punishment we can spend the rest of the night fucking and licking with no more guilt or punishment.” As I continued to fuck her pussy with the big cock I moved around until my cock was near her mouth and I started to fuck her mouth. I knew the feel of my soaking wet cock and the taste of her pussy and ass would only excite her more. The big cock was easily fucking in and out of her pussy. It was wet and slippery and I fingered her asshole and it was as open as ever I found it! I pulled the formidable phallus out of her pussy and started to work the head into her asshole. She wiggled her ass a bit higher and leaned down burying her face in the cushion. I would have used some supplementary lubrication for this scene, but because she did not like it, and we rarely needed it, I did not have any on hand. The head of the cock made its way into her asshole and I slowly proceeded to ease the cock deeper. The first rib started before the cock’s full girth and it made it inside her with a heaving breath and moan into the cushion. I eased the cock a bit farther in and reached the full circumference. As the full size entered her she raised her head from the cushion and gasped then lowered her head into the cushion. We had reached a part with several of the rubber studs and the next rib, both of which made the widest part of the phallus even wider! I stuck my fingers into her pussy which was still wet and collected some of her moisture and spread it on the bumps and ribs and shaft of the rubber cock. I continued to finger her pussy to keep her as excited as possible and then I pushed the first protrusions into her asshole. “Oh that hurts so much!” She cried out as her face left the cushion. I gently eased the shaft out a half inch and she gasped as the studs that had just entered, now exited. I started to slide the cock further out of her ass and she said, “No. Please try again.” She was breathing heavy and buried her face back into the cushion and I could tell she was not looking for a discussion or argument. I collected more juice from her pussy, though it was clearly not as wet as before, rubbed it all over the cock and then began to shove it back up her asshole. With a firm push the studs and next rib slid into her asshole. I was not sure, since it went in easier, if this was a better entry when suddenly she raised her head off the cushion, even from my vantage point behind her I could see tears on her cheeks and she cried out “Oh, Oh!” and was breathing very heavily. I started to ease the cock out. Maybe when I first backed it up she thought I was going to fuck her ass with it by going in and out because she immediately buried her face back in the cushion and cried out into the cushion when the rib and studs exited her ass. But once she saw I kept pulling out she raised her face again, “I’m sorry I can’t take it better. Please don’t stop.” She begged as tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

“Get your face back down slave.” I said, and she did so, adjusting her hips waiting for the next onslaught of that painful cock. Instead she cried out into the cushion as the last rib exited her asshole and the cock slid out. As she raised her head and started talking I sat down on the couch in front of her, leaning off the edge of the cushion because her tied and outstretched arms blocked me from sitting back “Please, Master, I’m sorry, you should not stop, I chose this punishment because I knew it would be severe and it was appropriate.”
“Lovely M, you are an amazing slave, but you have nothing to apologize for. When I originally brought that cock here, it was a threat of severe punishment if you disappointed me, but I have to admit, it is a pretty severe looking punishment for any slave’s ass, not just yours. I did not know then if I would ever actually use it, which is why I have never suggested it in all the time it has been here. I do have to admit, I wondered what it would be like using it on you, and you gave me that experience today. You are my slave, not a machine and you are not expected to take everything. Sure, I try to target things for my slaves so that maybe you can handle everything I choose, but in the real world even well planned scenes go awry. It means a lot to me that you had the guts to offer up your asshole to that terrible looking cock because I know from the look on your face when I first brought it to you that it frightened you. You offered it and you took it as best you could and I appreciate that. What kind of Master would I be if I ignored the level of pain you were experiencing, as well as the potential for physical injury, and continued with that punishment?” I asked rhetorically, then continued,. “Besides my beautiful slave whore, I have to admit every time I stick something up your ass it makes me want to fuck it also. If I kept abusing your asshole with that thing, it would have been way too long before you would have been in shape to accept my cock up your ass again. I decided it was not worth it. You have to understand slave, I enjoy shoving things up your ass and I enjoy punishing you, but what I was seeing now was not exciting, not if it happened to anybody, but certainly not happening to someone I care about. We will go to bed now and find other activities to satisfy us both!”
Now, I would never advocate pushing someone anally, not to try something, and not to go to harsh levels of punishment like I just wrote about. You need to be experienced and well versed in each other’s desires and limits, and be very sensitive to what is going on and be aware of the subs reactions. I knew from early on in our relationship, long before we entered D/s together, that M was anally oriented though we were already into D/s when we started anal intercourse. One of the first times we were alone together when I was roaming my fingers or tongue along her naked body she twisted and contorted herself until her she could get her slightly spread cheeks wherever the action was. Finally, when I tongued her asshole for the very first time while rubbing her pussy, I thought she would scream the glass out of the windows of the apartment I had at the time when she so quickly succumbed to her orgasm! After tonguing her asshole during the first orgasm, I can still remember that evening, so excited and willing was she that I did not want to leave her asshole alone. At this time we had only given hints to each other about her submissiveness and my desire to dominate. As I said, I did not want to leave her asshole unattended, so when I felt like removing my face from between her beautiful cheeks, I brought my hand between them and started fucking her asshole with two fingers. She was sucking on my cock, then I was leaning over and licking her nipples, we were moving all around the bed, but as soon as I pulled my fingers up her asshole, and as I was moving once those fingers came anywhere near her face, she immediately brought her mouth to them and began to lick and suck them. I don't think she was even fully conscious yet of her desire to submit to me, but whenever she licked and sucked anything that was in her pussy or asshole she always became soaking wet, breathing heavily and moaning and writhing. To me this is a very submissive way to be. It could be interpreted other ways I suppose, but having been there and knowing her that seemed to fit best.
So I would say a large portion of how you approach anal activities has to be a very sensitive mix of where your sub is at and where you would like to be. For the inexperienced, anal is new, can be scary, penetration may be painful and even if it isn't that may be the concern and fear ahead of time, or a concern that it could be messy or inconvenient, and may not live up to one or both expectations. Anal intercourse should not be the first stop but more the destination. Tongues, fingers, small butt plugs should all be used to gauge interest, ability and to initiate everyone involved. I have heard from a few people that one partner enjoyed anal penetration and the other didn't, usually the one receiving the cock up their ass did not like it. Over time I have gotten e-mails from dominant women whose lover was also their male slave, and they said how they both fantasized about her strapping one on and giving it to him good, but then when it came right down to it he found it very unpleasant. They seem to have contacted me because they noted in my blogs that when I wrote about anal activities I had slaves like S that enjoyed them and were not particularly uncomfortable, and slaves like M, that enjoyed the activities even though it was very clear it was painful, and they were somehow looking for a magical suggestion of how to make their sub enjoy the activity as much as they both fantasized they would. Sadly, I know of no magic solution. I have noticed that dominants and submissives often have a lot of anal ideas. Most of them that I have talked to have thought about it even if they haven't gotten to do anything yet. What kind of action that will translate to is hard to say, but if there is interest there and certainly if there is no outright refusal there, there is always the opportunity to explore together and find at least certain activities and certain levels of activities that you can both enjoy together. As long as you keep your expectations open hopefully you can find the range of fun anal to occupy your time.
Although I like to vary my punishments, there were some days, and some slaves, when they were due for a particularly harsh punishment that I decided I would focus all my attention on one area. . On these days I even limited how they were going to experience pleasure. To cum, they usually would need some stimulation directly to their pussy as well, but I would limit how they could get this stimulation and what would be happening to them while they got this stimulation, because after all this was punishment!
With M I enjoyed days when I focused al my attention on her ass, or her breasts, because she could tolerate a lot of punishment and attention shown to either. With Kayla, if a day was to have a specific focus it tended to be on her breasts. With M I probably leaned a little towards focusing on her firm, round ass because M could take an incredible amount of punishment to her butt and abuse of her asshole, but she was also so great at tolerating prolonged nipple punishment that I would really hate to choose which I enjoyed more with her, which is probably why days where I focused on one area were few and far between. They often seemed like a good idea in fantasy but in real life I like to roam around and vary my activities! But since M’s breasts were small it was hard for me to focus my attention on them almost exclusively. With Kayla I could rub my cock between her large tits and fuck them, and then cum on them, but that was a difficult proposition with M’s much smaller tits. So for Kayla I could focus on breast punishment and use because she had very large and firm breasts and could handle a decent amount of nipple torture and was very fond of having her breasts shown constant attention. Slave S also had large firm breasts, but she could not handle the amount of breast punishment or nipple torture that M could and at times not even as much as Kayla. But S was another one with a firm, round ass who could take a pretty harsh whipping! On a day when I chose to focus on her ass, M or S could find themselves tied down bent over a piece of furniture for an hour or more at a time. I might use several different implements, mixing in less intense whips with canes and paddles. I might then go at their asshole with my cock but not with the intent of cumming anytime soon. I would continually stop and hold myself back from cumming so that I could work on their ass as long as a half hour before pulling out and beginning the whipping again. As I said though, when I chose to focus in this way, I altered how the sub would get their pleasure and I limited how I would get mine. For example, for M on a day when I focused on her ass, for her to cum, I would only allow her to use a vibrator on her clit, with another vibrator buzzing inside her pussy, while I fucked her asshole. M was the only sub I personally knew that really didn't like using toys, as I said she had enough trouble just touching herself. With me she had gotten to the point where she could masturbate to orgasm in front of me, but she never enjoyed inserting a toy or touching herself with toys. The problem for M was though she might act like she was willing to forgo the orgasm rather than use toys, she also had a high sexual appetite and was used to cumming five or more times in an afternoon or evening. As much as she might try to fight it eventually she would acquiesce and find herself bent over with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy while she rubbed her clit with another vibrating piece of plastic. All while my cock was buried deep up her ass. Now for Kayla, on a day when I was focusing on her tits, it was much different. Since Kayla enjoyed using vibrators and dildos, that was not going to be a difficult orgasm for her like it was for M. Kayla had quite a personal collection of toys and used them whenever she had the time and inclination. When she had day of focused punishment on her breasts and it was time for her to try to cum, often I would attach her nipple clamps to the wall and have a very powerful vibrator attached to a stick between her legs but a little bit out of reach. Her hands would be tied behind her back and would offer her no ability to pleasure herself. If she wanted to cum she would have to stretch just that little bit extra to touch her pussy to the vibrator, which was also just far enough away to hurt her nipples. Often by the time she was ready to cum she would be groaning from the pain in her nipples and then the screaming from her orgasm would take over! Then I would detach her nipple clamps from the wall and lay her down on her back, those biting clamps still attached, and then I would straddle her chest and hold her tits tightly together and fuck her between her tits. I would make her look down and watch my cock slide in and out between her tits all the time with her mouth open because when I would finally shoot my load it would not be on her breasts, but go straight to her face and I wanted to see her try to catch my cum in her mouth. But Kayla’s breasts are a digression. We are talking anal today and I am trying to keep to the subject just like when I try to have an afternoon or evening of punishment focused on only one area. As you can see, it is as hard for me to stay focused on one area here as it turns out to be when I have a slave kneeling before me for punishment.
There are so many things you can do in D/s and anal that everyone else is missing out on! I have been out at bars and restaurants with a few subs; M, K, and Kayla to name a few where I had them go to the ladies room to remove the butt plug they had been wearing for at least an hour. They had to bring it back to the table whether they washed it off I cannot say and then I have commanded the slaves to lick it like a lollipop, as the wait staff and guests could possibly see. Even in a dark restaurant, in an out of the way corner, choosing a place that I knew would not be particularly crowded, these are very humiliating acts and were only possible with the most submissive subs who had a penchant for public acts. However, wearing the butt plug while out to a bar or dinner is always a good way to remind a slave of their position, and keep them stimulated, even without adding the acts of public humiliation. A small vibrator in her pussy at the same time really creates a personal and private experience while out in public. And in fact, I have used vibrating dildos in place of butt plugs when I wanted a stronger effect. I have not used inflatable butt plugs much, as I am uncomfortable not knowing exactly what is going on as I inflate it. You can only go by a slave’s reaction and so I would only use these with an experienced sub.
Just like everyone else, I do not think all submissive girls like anal sex, nor do I think you have to be submissive to enjoy or seek anal sex. I can say that all of the submissive girls I have been with that tried anal enjoyed anal sex and that was all but one . For M, it often was a painful yet very exciting experience, for K and T it was sometimes uncomfortable and always exciting and for Slaves like S and Kayla, it was just a pleasurable experience. M seemed to find anal a form of submission, maybe because she felt she was submitting to me because it was often a painful act. S enjoyed anal sex before she started exploring D/s with me and the same for Kayla. K was already into anal and D/s when I met her so I do not know. I do find, at least in my limited experience that D/s and anal go hand in hand. At least, I am very into D/s and very attracted to a woman’s butt and everything I can do with it. I think, unless you have an aversion to it, everyone into D/s should at least explore the opportunities of anal. Even if you never get passed licking and fingering. Even if you cannot tolerate even well lubricated penetration with a cock or a butt plug, you can explore anal masturbation. It is very submissive for a sub to have to play with her asshole at her Dom’s command, and for me, a very exciting thing to see. Whatever concerns or fears you have about anal there is always something to try and possibly enjoy. If you have the interest and not the experience, slow and careful and lubrication are the words. If you are experienced, or would like to be, please comment for the rest of our readers!

Back again: Playing the Role!

Back again — Wed, 25 May 2011 14:15:00 +0000

I have been fortunate enough to be speaking with a very intelligent young lady who is early in her exploration of her submissive side. She has written some very exciting stuff and she referred me to where she posted, which was a very interesting site and I will look into providing a link somewhere on my blogs to give you direct access. During one of our conversations the subject of role-play came up. We thought it would make an interesting and appropriate post. I explained to this girl that beyond the master and slave, I had rarely personally explored much in the realm of role-play because I was always happy to just act out whatever role-play the sub brought to the scene. Submissive girls I been involved with often had their own specific ideas about role-play and I can't say that I had a lot of them. Depending on my mood there were some I enjoyed more than others. Sometimes, when we were just in the mood for a lot of sex, some of these role-plays lent themselves to just going at it for hours. Sometimes, if I was particularly in the mood to punish a slave and she was particularly in the mood to be punished there were some role-plays that lent themselves more to this. So I will discuss some of the role-plays I've been involved in, in these cases, all are scenes that the submissives brought to me though together we worked out the details and of course did not look to script too much of it as we both know what we liked and figured we could do it better spontaneously. Hopefully this will give you some ideas to explore on your own
Now, role-plays are an interesting thing. I've been with teachers who liked to do role-plays relating to being a teacher. But I've been with nurses who found it extremely unappealing to dress like a nurse or involve nursing in any way in their role-plays. They worked hard and thee was nothing sexy about being a nurse to them. Different submissive women I've been with had very different attitudes about what was acceptable even in a role-play. I don't mean when it came to acts, or illegal or immoral things, those should already be covered at the very beginning of the D/s relationship and how to discuss nonnegotiable aspects and limits has already been discussed in these blogs.. I mean things that turn the individual submissive off or that they don't find acceptable to play around with. For example, M and S would never involve the word rape in a role-play. As you'll see in some of M's role-play there was some nonconsensual sex, though this is not something she would ever condone outside of role-play, but she would never call it rape and so you won't find the word mentioned. She did like the phrase “use and abuse me” when she would indicate what kind of night she'd like to lay ahead. So I knew those words were acceptable. S did not like the word abuse either. So you wouldn't find that word around her role-plays. And though it's clear S liked the concept and the acts that in D/s would be called humiliation, she didn't like that word at all and preferred---embarrassment. Then there were subs like K and Kayla, which particularly liked the idea and words of rape, abuse and humiliation for the use in and outside of their role-play. Then there were slaves like C and T, which really didn't seem to have a preference. I have tried to include, in various levels of detail, several different role-plays with several different people and the factors that went in to the kinds of actions and ideas and complexity of those role-plays.
I have decided to make this list in an order that goes increasingly more detailed and complex. You may notice that the more detailed or complex role-play tended to occur with submissive women I've written about more often which are the ones with which I had longer relationships. Also, the younger and less experienced submissives tended to think up more simplistic role-plays. They often started with the scene that excited them, got into the action quickly, and were not looking to make this into a big or drawn out production.
T was the youngest 22 and least experienced of any of the submissives I have been with since I have gained a lot of my experience. When I first met M and S they were of similar age to T but we did not get involved in D/s right away and we were all basically inexperienced at the time. K was older than me when I met her and she was already a little experienced with D/s. Kayla was a similar age to T 23 but unlike T, who had not really thought about these things before I introduced them to her, Kayla was independently thinking about and researching D/s on the web when we met.
T wanted to act out a teacher fantasy. She was to be a teacher that was working at an adult night school in a tough neighborhood for extra money and I was one of her students. It was to be clear she liked me and I was very attracted to her so I offered to stay late to help her clean up and then walk her to her car to be safe. Instead, I grabbed her, ripped open her shirt and played with her very big tits, being rough with them which was a favorite of hers; biting, squeezing, pinching, then I pushed up her skirt and ripped off her panties and forced her legs apart with my own, and then fucked her. I took her hard and fast, which was something she and M particularly liked. I leaned over her, face to face, as I drove my cock deep inside her pussy with one firm thrust, and I knew I would meet her sweet wetness to usher me right in. T got wet faster than almost any other woman I knew. As I held her down and drove my cock in and out of her she clearly was getting lost in the sex when suddenly I could see realization spread across her face as she wanted to continue the role-play. Suddenly I was met with mock horror and resistance as she tried to push me off her. When she protested I pulled out of her pussy and pulled her over my knee for a hard hand spanking until she relented. Then I fucked her from behind, her bent over a table, until we both came. As far as the classroom went, the best I could arrange was a large conference room in my offices at the time because neither of us could get the use of a classroom. There aren’t really more details to tell. T’s fantasy was simple and not too involved, either reflecting her simple tastes and desire to get to the sex quickly, or just reflecting her younger age and relative lack of experience.
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C was not that big into role-play. You will see that she was able to help me in another woman's role-plays, but it was harder for her to offer up her own. Sometimes though when we discussed these things she would offer something that appealed to her. I had been involved in helping C out a lot in various ways and she said her fantasies always took her to a place where we were just friends and weren’t D/s involved. She liked to imagine that I saved her from various travails, such as a physical danger or from financial ruin, and then she would show up at my house unannounced to offer herself for payback. In this particular instance, I awkwardly laughed off her offer, and said she was being silly, but I was obviously acting nervous, and very attracted to her, as well as excited and a little intrigued. Then I offered to go get us some drinks. While I was in the kitchen opening the wine and preparing the glasses, C went through a prearranged pile of my stuff and found some of the books I like: The Story of O and 9 1/2 Weeks, and realized that now that she knew this about me---she was quite willing and able to give me what I really wanted. When I walked back into the room with the drinks I found that C had stripped completely naked and was on her knees. As I walked in she said: “Master please make me your slave.” As you can see, her straight role-play was a lot like I said mine would be! Sticking to the Master/slave theme is wonderful, but since it doesn't fit what I was trying to write about here I will not continue with the details because what I felt was relevant and interesting in this case was the way she role-played to get to this point., Though C’s description ends where the action begins, how annoying is that?! because at that point the role play blends into our usual Master/slave--D/s, as I already mentioned she will crop up again to help me fulfill another role-play!
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K was not much into role play. She was enamored of being a slave and having someone to call Master and/or Mistress. As her Mistress was young and still learning about being a Dominant, she rarely offered role play on her behalf. However, when we were alone K confided a fantasy she had. She said she had not told me about it before because she had made the mistake of bringing it up early in her last relationship with a guy she thought might make a good dominant, to give him an idea of the kinds of things she was thinking, that while pretty intense, she thought was still more mainstream then talking prematurely about a Master/slave thing. Apparently it did not go well as he was not a good dominant just an abusive boyfriend. But as for her role play, she fantasized about going door to door collecting for or selling something and some guy would get her in his apartment, and well…the rest will become obvious shortly.
So, K showed up at my place in a loose fitting sweater with a name tag, a conservative skirt and sensible shoes. She tied her lovely blonde hair back into a ponytail and looked all the conservative young volunteer.
When K rang the doorbell and I opened the door she said: “Hello, I'm collecting to help raise funds for the Professional Strippers Retirement Fund. A lot of people don't realize how big an issue this is but stripping is one of the professions with the least saturation of employer paid or supported benefits.”
“Really” I said, “That is very interesting and disconcerting. Why don't you come in, and we can discuss it while I look for my checkbook.” K entered as I held the door open and then locked it behind her and walked in behind her. “You're very beautiful.” I said. “Have you ever considered stripping?”
“Thank you.” She said hesitantly, “No, no, I could never strip like a professional. if you could just go get your checkbook, I really am running behind schedule and should get going.”
“You probably should've thought of that before you came in.” I approached her ominously and backed her up to the couch. She fell seated on to it, and when she tried to get up I pushed her back down. She looked up at me and said: “What are you going to do?”
“First, I am going to watch you strip. Then I am going to do whatever I want.”
“Please let me go.” She said as she stood up.
“Later.… Maybe.” I said as I pulled a ridiculously fake toy gun out of my pocket!
“What are you going to do with that?” She asked nervously.
“Nothing…as long as you do as you are told. Now strip for me and do it like the whore you know you are!” I demanded.
She stared at me for moments, and then started to undulate her hips as she pulled her glasses off and placed them on the table. K was tall and lean and was made to strip from her small and perky tits to her luscious, round hips. However, she had never stripped for me before this and at first she moved awkwardly. She moved more fluidly as she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing those lovely, firm breasts with no shirt or bra underneath. She wriggled out of her skirt less smoothly and then turned her back to me to slide out of her panties while I stared at that fabulous writhing ass. Now completely naked, she turned towards me and backed up and fell back on the couch, seated with her legs tightly shut, and covering her breasts with her arms. She just looked at me and said, “I did what you want. Please let me go.”
“Of course I had you strip naked for me to now send you on your way, right bitch?” I sneered as I stood up and walked towards her. I said you needed to do everything I said. I am surely not done with you!”
I stepped between her legs and pushed them apart with my legs. She tried to stop me and I grabbed her hands and pushed them away. Then I unzipped my pants and pulled out my fully erect cock and she looked down at it and said “Please no.” I smacked her softly across the face. Pushed her back, and guided my cock for a quick and insistent entry. She gasped as I slid in to her tight, wet pussy. I had barely begun to fuck her when she came the first time! Once she regained her composure she started pushing me off and telling me I was awful and should leave her alone. She started lightly pounding on my shoulders to drive me off. I pulled out of her pussy and slapped her face a little harder this time. I grabbed both her thin wrists in one of my hands and pulled her up off the couch. “I didn't think a hot whore like you would need much convincing, but I’m going to enjoy this!” I sat down on the couch and pulled her over my lap. I spanked her as hard as I could, which for K was just a little warm-up. However, true to her role, she kicked and screamed and begged for me to let her go.
“Let you go!” I laughed, “We’re just getting started. Now, will you cooperate or do you need more convincing?” I loosened my grip and to answer my question she jumped up and started running to the door. I grabbed her from behind and swung her around and threw her onto the carpet. I reached into a drawer nearby where I had already placed some soft rope. I tied her hands in front of her then stood up and pulled her standing by the rope. There are few things more beautiful in this world than a willing, naked and tied submissive! Even though she was playing the part of unwilling! I pushed her forward this time so that she was bent over with her hands resting on the couch. I started to fuck her again and as soon as my cock was slippery I pulled it out and shoved it up her ass. She gasped as I stretched her asshole. “You had it easier before bitch but you wouldn't cooperate.” I said as I fucked her asshole hard and deep. I reached around and started to rub her soaking wet pussy, and as much as I planned on delaying it, she came again right away! I pulled out, and guided her to kneeling on the floor as I checked my cock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks and pulled her mouth open and then shoved my cock right in. I fucked her mouth as hard and deep as I did her asshole, and told her, “that's right whore, suck my cock, taste your tight ass, and you'd better be nice and careful because this will go a lot easier for you if you make me feel good.” While K wasn't the best at oral sex, this was one of the best blow jobs she ever gave me! Nevertheless, before I came too, I pulled out of her mouth and told her: “your heart isn’t in it bitch. I guess you need some more convincing.” I pulled her up by the rope to standing and then brought her to a hook in the wall and hung her wrist rope on the hook. She was standing with her back to me, stretched naked and vulnerable. I grabbed a heavy and long cat’o nine tails. Traditionally the cat o’nine tails you can buy as opposed to the long supposedly brutal ones you see in old movies, are usually soft and light. As regular readers may now K was not looking for soft or light. However, this was a nice heavy and sharp leather with some braids in it. While still not a fierce whip it was probably the most effective of its type that I owned. I started by whipping K's back moderately. She quite appropriately, but not quite convincingly, cried out and begged for me to stop. I increased the severity and she increased her sincerity! Then I moved down to her ass and swung as hard as I could. Still, with this kind of whip I knew the action wasn't too severe. I stopped the whipping and pulled her head back by her hair and asked: “ready to be my cooperative whore, bitch?”
“I'll do anything you say, please untie me!” She begged.
“I don't believe you.” I said. I put down that whip and picked up a long bullwhip. Since I don't like long whips that I have less control over, I like to double up the bullwhips into a leather loop. I started beating her ass pretty hard with it. Her ass and back had a lot of lovely thin red stripes from the last whip. Now her entire ass was becoming a lovely shade of crimson. She started to beg for mercy, and then finally started to plead most sincerely that she would do anything I said.”
“You going to be my little fuck bitch?”
“Yes, sir.” She answered.
“Then beg me. Beg me to use your pussy like the whore you are, and to fuck you up the ass.”
K looked up at me and slowly and so softly and seductively said: “Please sir, rape your fuck bitch. Use my pussy and make me your whore. Pound my asshole until I beg for mercy. Abuse my mouth and let me taste your cum!”
I pulled her rope off the hook and dragged her into the bedroom. I tied her on her back with her arms above her head to the headboard. I climbed between her legs, having slipped out of my clothes after tying her down. I got on top of her and started fucking her warm, wet pussy while I placed kisses and soft bites all over her neck and shoulders. Finally I allowed myself to shoot my first load of cum into her pussy. I like tying a woman’s hands above her head with one rope around both wrists because it's very easy to put her in many positions without the rope getting in the way and to roll her over and push her on her knees and fuck her from behind, or fuck her asshole, or kneel next to her and fuck her mouth. As we had discussed when she told me about the role-play, K spent the next several hours tied that way while I alternately fucked her pussy, asshole or mouth, until I came at least once in each. She wanted to be tied and used for hours and she got exactly what she wanted.
***
Kayla's role-play ideas centered on her working on the weekend as the office cleaning lady to earn extra money. She wanted me to surprise her by walking in on her on the weekend and find her looking at my porn favorites on my private computer while she was masturbating. Finding her this way, I was then to punish and use her just like they do in the D/s porn she would have just discovered that I enjoy. We set this up but I let her know I was going to try to innovate a little. I didn't tell her how. I knew Kayla was interested in other women, and a new sub I knew, C, was very obedient and had already been with other women, so I decided this would be a good opportunity to get the two of them together.
At the agreed to time I entered our outer office, and then quickly entered into my office. As I expected, there was Kayla looking at my computer screen, her sweat pants pulled down around her knees and her hand between her legs rubbing her pussy. She looked up at me with a smile on her face, but that immediately faded as she jumped up, removing her hand from her pussy, and pulling up her pants when she saw I was with someone; a young and pretty girl.
“Can you believe this? I come here to show my girlfriend my office, and I have to be embarrassed to find my cleaning lady looking into my personal pornography collection and masturbating at my desk!”
“What a little whore!” C said. Kayla didn't know what to make of this. She surely knew this is what I expected so she wasn't trying to defend herself. She just sort of stood there watching and listening.
“If the bitch was enjoying my porn this much, then I guess she should know how I'm going to handle this inappropriate behavior! Do you bitch?”
Kayla looked at me and smiled and said, “I think so sir.”
“And how is that?” I asked.
“I would think you would punish me. And I would think you would fuck me. But I don't know how your pretty little girl friend would feel about that.”
“You don't? I am certainly going to punish you and you're going to work very hard to please my girlfriend and make her feel so good that she won't mind if I fuck the both of you!”
“Yes Sir.” Kayla said.
“You needn't have bothered to pull up your pants slut. In fact you might as well take all your clothes off. As a matter of fact, since you enjoy going through the private files on my computer you can find an appropriate MP3 on it now, and you can do a little striptease to the music for us!”
Kayla, who had a lot of confidence in her striptease ability and had always liked to do a strip for me, did not hesitate to sit down at the computer and find an appropriate piece of music, despite the fact that she would now be stripping for a female stranger whose pussy she now knew she would be eating shortly!
Kayla put on the music and began to undulate. If she did anything wrong it was that she stripped a little too quickly because she was obviously in a rush to get to what was coming next!
C and I were sitting on my black leather office couch and Kayla stood before us naked. I turned to C and said, “The whore looks at enough of my porn to get her wet, but does not learn enough from it to know she should be on her knees in front of us?” Upon my saying that immediately Kayla knelt before us. “You know that closet behind you, whore? Ever look inside it?” I asked Kayla.
She glanced back as she answered: “I've tried sir, because as you can see I’m very nosey. But I could never find the key.”
“I keep that key with me. It is for when I bring over friends like C here. It is not for daily business. Here is the key,” I said as I held it near her mouth. She grabbed it in between her teeth and held it in her mouth. “Go crawl over there and open it now.” Kayla crawled over and then stood up to open the lock. When she opened the door, she already knew of course what was in there as she'd seen it many times for herself, but she was playing the role well. She gasped upon opening it. There were whips, ropes, clamps, paddles and canes hanging. There were vibrators, dildos and butt plugs on the shelf. I went into the outer office and picked up the bag that I brought with me today but had not brought out for Kayla to see yet. “Crawl over here and get this out of the bag and put it on the shelf in that closet for now.” I commanded Kayla. She crawled over and reached in the bag and found a strap on harness with a very large rubber cock attached. As she crawled back to the closet to put it on the shelf I explained to her, “C here is one of my slaves, but because of your undisciplined behavior, you will be slave to a slave and addressing her as Mistress today. She will be fucking you with that strap on. If you are very obedient that big fat cock will spend a good amount of time in your pussy. If you remain undisciplined it will no doubt spend much more time up your ass and in your mouth.”
“I understand sir.” Kayla responded.
“C, what should we do with this bitch first? Use her or punish her?” I could see C looking into my eyes trying to ascertain what I wanted to see first. She must've decided that she couldn't decide because what she said was:
“I think we should put the tightest pair of nipple clamps you own on those big tits of hers, and then she should lick my asshole and pussy because I'm sure you would enjoy that!”
I gave C a kiss and smiled, “I love the way you think. That must be why I brought you along today!” I got up and went to the closet and picked an adjustable pair of nipple clamps. This particular pair had last been used on Kayla and if I remember correctly they were very tight and left that way. I walked back over and handed them to the kneeling slut. “Put these on your nipples.” I commanded. Kayla snapped them on each of her nipples and I could see by the pained expression on her face that they were indeed already set tightly. I turned to C, “Make each one a turn tighter would you?” C leaned over to adjust the clamps on Kayla's nipples. Kayla obediently pushed her chest out thrusting her tits right at C while putting her hands behind her back to show she would offer no resistance. C turned each clamp adjustment a full circle around. Kayla cried out with each adjustment. Before I could order it, C was already getting undressed. She stood over the kneeling Kayla, her damp pussy inches from Kayla's face. Then she abruptly turned around, leaned forward against the couch, then reached back and spread her ass cheeks. “Clean my asshole bitch!” She demanded. Kayla moved closer and began to kiss her ass, each cheek, and her mistress's hands holding those cheeks apart. Then she moved her face between the cheeks and began to run her tongue up and down the entire crease of C's ass. She began to work earnestly on C's asshole; licking and tonguing it and finally driving her tongue as deep inside as she could and wiggling it around. Clearly Kayla was feeling very obedient today.
I could see the pleased look on C's face when I asked her, “How is the whore at cleaning your ass?”
C responded, “She's okay, I guess.” And gave me a smile.
“If she's disappointing you,” I began, “you can tighten the clamps on her nipples and see if that makes her do a better job.” I saw Kayla pause for the slightest second when she heard that. I was sure she doubted she could handle another full turn of that tightness adjustment. But since she continued licking her mistress’s asshole instead of begging us not to do that I can only assume she knew C was just playing with her. I suspect Kayla could tell she was doing a good job on her mistress’s asshole. C finally just stepped away from Kayla whose tongue was still sticking out and wiggling, and sat down on the couch and spread her legs. “Eat my pussy bitch. Make your mistress cum and maybe she'll go a little easier on your punishment!” Kayla moved forward, grimacing every time the clamps swung around from movement. C looked up at me and I gestured acceptance. “I think we will remove those clamps for a while.” C announced, and then pulled them off Kayla's nipples. Kayla grimaced and cried out as each one released the tortured nipple inside. Kayla then bent forward and after kissing each of her mistress's thighs and working her way up, then planting some light kisses on the lips of her pussy, Kayla began to please her mistress, darting her tongue slowly but surely between C’s wet lips. I pulled off my clothes and kneeled on the couch next to C and pulled her face to my cock. She started to suck on my throbbing phallus and then I moved away and got behind Kayla was on her hands and knees with her face between her mistresses thighs. I shoved my cock into Kayla's pussy and began to fuck her hard. She came almost immediately, which was often the case with Kayla but I know was magnified by her fantasy come true of being with another woman at the same time as acting out the role-play she wanted to as well. I pulled my soaking wet cock out of her pussy and started to work the fat head into her tight asshole. With each thrust I pushed her face more into her mistress’s pussy. I started spanking her ass as I fucked it, “Make your mistress cum now bitch! Show her what an accomplished whore you are!” I saw Kayla reach a hand down to her own pussy and start stroking herself as she sped up her tongue's work on her mistresse’s clit. Her tight ass was squeezing my cock and I knew I would cum any second. I could see on C's face she was getting close too. I held back as best I could and let go as soon as I saw C cumming, and as we both came I could feel Kayla reach her second orgasm. As the three-way orgasm subsided we all sort of collapsed on the each other. I surveyed the two lovely naked bodies below me, and was very happy that we had all afternoon and evening ahead of us!
***
S liked the secretary fantasy. When she wanted to role play she would come to my office later in the evening or on the weekend, when I would arrange that we would be alone.
This particular time it was a Friday evening.
She was dressed in snug fitting black slacks and a button down shirt. She wore open toed high-heeled shoes and it was clear she was wearing black stockings of some sort, but I could not tell through the pants whether they were full and sexy or just long enough to cover her ankle.
“I'm here to start the job Mr. S. But may I ask a question first?”
“Of course.” I said.
“Do you always start training a secretary after hours?”
“Yes I do.” I said, “You see, and by the way---training is a very good choice of word,” I smiled, then continued, “Anyway---it would waste time and productivity to try to do it during normal business hours when work needs to get done.”
“I guess I understand sir.”
“You may have noticed that this is a very high-paying job for this position, and that it very clearly stated that travel, unusual hours, and great personal discipline and sacrifice would all be required to be made occasionally.”
“I did sir. I wasn't complaining, I was just wondering. I really needed the job and as you say this is a very high-paying job for its type. I never expected such an opportunity and I will do anything to keep it sir. I am prepared to go above and beyond and do whatever I need to and do whatever I am told.”
“Yes, you were very clear and specific during your interview. That is why you got the position. Your desire to please, your willingness to do anything… and your beauty.”
S blushed and said, “Thank you sir, you're very kind.”
“But also…firm and demanding…as you will see during your training.” I said, “First, I do not tolerate errors or mediocre efforts. There can be no mistakes and everything must be the best you can possibly manage.”
“I understand sir.”
“Maybe, but what you think you can possibly manage may not be as good as I think you can accomplish. I will train you to do better than you ever thought you could. If you make it through my training you will become a valuable and exceptionally skilled and unique administrative assistant always able to get the highest paying positions of this type, in the unlikely event you seek such an appointment elsewhere. But in order to successfully complete this training, you must agree to follow all directives no matter how un-orthodox, uncomfortable or confusing they may seem. Do you agree?”
“Yes sir. I agree to anything. I really need this job, I really need this pay, I really want to become exactly the worker you want me to be. I'll do anything sir.”
“Excellent. A wonderful attitude. Now, you will need to multitask at times here. Sit at my computer. The web browser is already open. Go to my favorites. Open the folder that says training.” She did so and she found there were several links in there. “Now, open a word document and you will begin to type what I dictate, while reviewing those links and putting them into subfolders that you will now create. One subfolder will be online lessons. One will be--- advanced training. One will be--- special duties of the private executive secretary. And one will simply be labeled---punishments.” She looked over to me when I finished listing those. “Problem?” I asked.
“No Sir.” She answered.
“You will go to each link and copy the frames on the opening page, then pull that information into the proper folder based on your best efort. Whenever I start dictating you will immediately switch to the word document and type. To get a good handle on what you're capable, I have turned off auto correction in word. After your training is completed you will have auto correction in your own version of Word as a backup, but you will find you will almost never make mistakes after your training is completed.”
I dictated a long and rambling document with many complicated words as quickly as I could speak whenever I saw she was going to the various links. The links were filled with various nonsense I found on the Internet by purported Doms, about lessons for submissive secretaries, training your secretary, and punishing your secretary. At least the punishments were more on target. When she was done with the letter I told her to press print and bring it over to me. As I began to read it I began to question her,
“How do you feel you did with organizing the favorites?”
“I hope I did well sir. I was unprepared for the content and it was distracting because I was very interested in reading some of those websites.”
“Excellent. You will be visiting all of them as part of your training.”
“I'm starting to understand why you felt training was such an apt term, and also more about what my training will entail sir, at least I think so.”
“I am sure you are starting to understand.” I said as I finished reviewing the letter. There are 11 typos and grammatical errors. This is not bad for a first effort under those conditions, but I'm sure you know that this is not acceptable. Have you gained any insight into how I'm going to correct this?”
“I believe I gathered a little bit from the punishment subfolder.”
“Yes.” I pulled out a thin wooden paddle from my desk drawer. “You're going to receive one firm stroke with this paddle for every error. Then we will move on to some of your executive secretary duties. Now go and bend over the end of my desk.” She dutifully did so without any hesitation or question. Her ass looked fantastic in those snug black slacks. “Those pants will make it very difficult for me to assess your punishment. Lower them!” She lowered her pants and she was indeed wearing thigh high lace topped black stockings! Then she bent back over the desk still wearing her black lace boy-shorts panties.
“Do you think those panties will be any less in the way?” I asked sternly.
“I'm sorry Sir.” She said as she lowered them also.
“You will get four more strokes for not thinking about that, for a total of 15.”
“Yes Sir. I deserve that.”
I stood next to her and brought the paddle down on her ass firmly but not very hard. I did so another time, right after the first. The third stroke was much harder and she grunted at that one. I gave her several seconds after that one before I brought the paddle down again. “You have 12 more strokes coming. Since this is corrective I believe it would be helpful if after each stroke you count the numer of that stroke aloud and then say, ‘thank you sir, this punishment will make me a better secretary’.”
“Yes sir.” She responded and I brought the paddle down much harder. She gasped, and then said, “One--thank you sir, this punishment will make me a better secretary.”
She repeated that after each additional stroke. Afterward, she stood up and began to pull up her pants. “Don't bother.” I said. You're bright red bare ass will remind you of your mistakes and your efforts to correct them.
“Yes sir. But it will be difficult for me to walk with my pants around my ankles.”
“I agree,” I said, “and it wouldn't even be safe you to walk that way. Take off your pants and panties but leave on your shoes and stockings. You needn't be bashful here; I have already seen you with your pants and panties down and this will make everything more accessible during your training should any further corrective measures be necessary. Also, you might as well remove your shirt and bra, as they may prove a hindrance during your training for your expected executive secretary duties.
“Yes Sir.” S said as she removed the rest of her clothing. Soon she was standing there, beautiful with her large and firm breasts now bared and completely naked except for her black stockings and high heeled shoes.
“Go to the file cabinet and pull out some empty files and make one for each of the subfolders you created in the browser.” I demanded. She walked to the big file cabinet and opened the top drawer and could see there were no empty files.
“Surely you must realize I would put them in the lowest drawer.” I laughed.
“Of course Sir, I should've guessed!” She said as she bent over giving me a beautiful look at her well paddled ass. From the bent over position she said, “I'm afraid I still don't see the folders.”
“Of course not. I put them all the way in the back so you would have to get on your knees.”
“Of course sir.” S said as she got down on her knees and reached into the back of the drawer. She came out with the blank folders. “You can put them on the desk for now.” I said. “Your task was not to do anything with them but to go through the act of finding them!”
“I understand sir.” She smiled.
“Come over to where I am sitting.” I ordered and she walked over and stood naked before me. “Training as an executive secretary here at my company is far more demanding than even being a well-paid administrative assistant. Obedience is a must, no matter the task. Are you sure you're up for the additional demands?” I asked.
“As I stand here naked with a red paddled butt I think I am beginning to understand what those demands are and yes I believe I am fully up for them sir. I only hope that I want disappoint you, but I now know that you are willing to teach me to improve, and I am willing to accept all your methods of training and correction.”
“Excellent. Why don’t you kneel at my feet while we discuss this?” She knelt down and waited. “During working hours,” I began, “this place is teeming with competent staff and the work gets done efficiently. People are paid well here, but you are paid exceptionally well, even for their standards, because the work I need you to do is more demanding than mere office work, and I need someone willing and disciplined, or at least willing to be disciplined!”
“I am willing to do anything sir, and I'm willing to be disciplined to be made better at everything I do.”
“Excellent. How is your cock sucking skill?”
S paused a moment, then answered, “I think it is good sir, but I suspect you have very high and demanding standards, and it is possible I will need some training to meet your expectations satisfactorily.”
“Let us see what we are working with. But first, rub your breasts and then pinch and twist your nipples to make them hard.” She did as I commanded and it was a lovely sight indeed. “I think your nipples could be harder still. Why don’t you lick and suck them?”. Because her breasts were so large, S could just manipulate them enough to reach the nipples with her tongue or even to get her lips around them occasionally when she was feeling particularly limber. Watching all of this was all I could stand. “Now, open my pants and take out my cock.” I ordered. She pulled my large throbbing cock free of my confining underwear and slacks. She looked like she was about to kiss my cock when I said, “Wait, first hold your tits around my cock and fuck my cock between them!” She did so and her breasts were so firm and supple that my cock felt like it was encased in a fine, thick silk. It felt so good but finally I could not take it anymore! “Suck my cock!” I commanded. She moved between my legs lifted my engorged phallus and began to kiss and lick the tip. Soon she was completely engulfing my large cock with her mouth and taking me deep down her throat. In actuality, S was one of the best I have known at oral sex. I decided to pull her mouth off me before I was about to cum.
“Did I do something wrong sir?”
“No, actually you did everything right, I was just not looking to finish just yet. We have seen that you figuratively are a very appealing ass kisser. It is time to see if you can do it the way you will be expected here!” I barked as I stood up and turned away from her, my ass now in the kneeling secretary’s face. She started to lightly kiss the cheeks of my ass, planting kisses all over it before innocently asking, “Sir, may I please kiss your asshole and clean it with my tongue?”
“You may…” I answered. Besides her blow job abilities S just has one of the most skilled and pleasing mouths I have ever known. She loved tonguing her Master’s ass and she did an amazing job of it! Finally, though tough to pull myself away from this, I walked inches away from her talented mouth and turned and ordered her to: “Go bend over the desk again.”
“Am I to be punished again sir?” She asked.
“If you were, do you really think it's your place to ask if I choose not to volunteer it?” I asked.
“I'm sorry Sir, it is just that you told me I did a good job, so I was trying to figure out if I was to be punished routinely, perhaps as part of a maintenance program, or if you were just being charitable moments ago when you complimented me and told me I did a good job.“
I see. Actually, maintenance punishments are definitely a part of your position, but you should know that I do not need to lie to you; if I say you did a fine job--- you did, and if you are to be punished for a less than satisfactory performance you can be sure you will know about it! Right now you're not actually going to get punished again. You're going to do a couple of tasks and then you're going to get fucked.”
“I see sir.” She said as she walked back to the desk and bent over.
I moved my chair right behind her. “Reach back between your legs and rub your pussy; masturbate for me!” I demanded. She rubbed her pussy as ordered, alternating between lightly circling her clit, and fucking her pussy with a couple of fingers. Her fingers glistened with her juices as I ordered her to: “now use those wet fingers to play with your asshole and then work them into your asshole, and fuck yourself for me!” Dutifully she worked her fingers between her cheeks and began to rub her asshole before finally sticking her fingers into her ass. She began to work them in and out rhythmically fucking her asshole as I had commanded. “Now, pull out your fingers and lick and suck them.” Obediently she did as she was told. I walked up behind her and dropped my pants. I slowly worked my cock head between her swollen wet pussy lips. I fucked her fast and hard and couldn't hold back from shooting my load inside her. I sat back down in my chair and I motioned with my fingers for her to come over. She walked over and then knelt between my legs, and began to lick and suck her juices from my cock as well as sucking out every last drop of my cum.
“Will I be continuing my position here at the company sir?” She asked innocently.
“I am quite sure that soon you will advance from trainee to being my full-time executive assistant!” I smiled.
***
M, perhaps more than anybody else I have known, really liked long drawn out sexual encounters. A lot of people, men and women, talk about going all night long or spending the weekend in bed, but M was one of the few I have ever known who not only backed that desire up, but at times was very insistent on it. I remember driving back from a long weekend and passing cheap truckstops, and her insisting we stop at one because she thought it would be cool to fuck all afternoon in a cheap motel. Now, M also really liked sex outside--whenever it was practical. Once in the warm weather when work was keeping us both particularly busy and apart, M was feeling sexually frustrated and D/s neglected. She wanted to be used and punished long and hard. She told me what she had been fantasizing about, which was to be playing a Peace Corps kind of volunteer in a remote jungle where she was captured and thought to be a spy. She wanted to be interrogated hard while being used equally hard for the enjoyment of her captors. Up until this point we had only had sex outside in either remote locations, or hidden locations under cover of darkness. Punishment outside had really only been spankings or switchings over my knee or over a large rock in fairly secluded park areas during quiet off hours. For the kind of long and intense scene she was looking for now I would have to figure out a good location because obviously we needed a measure of guaranteed seclusion without interruption. Fortunately it was early in the season and there were still cool nights because when you're having sex outside or you’re tied up naked outside for hours, you really don't want to get a lot of mosquito bites! I still would bring a large can of yard guard! I finally found a very suitable location. It was several hours upstate New York. A friend of mine owned some land up there and had built a small cabin. Without it, it would've been a good location but there would not have been a bathroom for miles. Now fortunately we had a nice bathroom with a large Jacuzzi tub and separate shower. He owned hundreds of acres up there and there were no trespassing signs on the outskirts of the property. While he wasn't there often he said his neighbors who are there have never reported any unusual or intruder activity. I had never really discussed my specific sexual inclinations with my friend but I let him know I was with someone who appreciated outdoor physical activities. He suggested that we set up in the house first and make sure everything was in working order and that nothing seemed disturbed and if that were the case then he was sure there would be no unexpected intrusions. So we planned out our weekend and we made our way to the...forbidding jungle.
Everything seemed fine when we arrived so we unpacked and took showers and decided how we would begin and proceed. Once the details had been worked out M went outside to walk around in the woods. I grabbed some soft cotton clothesline rope and watched M from a hidden location several yards away. She was wearing an old tank top, shorts and sneakers. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her from behind. The way her body shuddered I could tell I really did surprise her. I brought my left arm around her neck in a headlock but applied no force; as I also pulled her right arm behind her back with my other arm, holding onto her very firmly but applying no pressure whatsoever that could either hurt her arm or her throat. However, I kept my grip firm as she started to fight against me, and I said to her, “If you fight me you spying American bitch, it will be even worse for you!” She stopped struggling and I released her neck to pull her other hand behind her back. I tied her wrists together. “What are you going to do to me?” She asked.
“We know that your country sends spies in the guise of missionaries and aid workers. You want to crush our independence. What I'm going to do to you will depend on what you do for me. If you cooperate you and I will just have a lot of fun here by ourselves. It gets lonely in the jungle. But if you don't cooperate, I am instructed to do anything I need to, to get the information we require. It will be very hard on you and in the end you will tell me what I want to know anyway.”
“I don't know anything that could be of help to you. I'm only a volunteer looking to help. Please don't hurt me.” M was doing a wonderful acting job and I was duly impressed!
“You, speak like any other spy would speak!” I yelled!
“Or an innocent with nothing to hide!” She cried back.
“You're wasting my time and your breath, if you think any of this will help you.” I started pushing her forward until we got to this big overturned log we found earlier. I pushed her forward over the log, using my arms to support her so she lowered gently. “What are you doing?” She asked. For an answer I just yanked down her shorts as hard as I could. Her panties came with them. I pulled them off over her sneakers as she screamed, “no, please no!” I had already unbuttoned my pants and for an answer to her pleading I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand as I drove my cock straight into her pussy. She screamed into my hand and I knew it was for effect because she was so wet that it could not possibly have hurt when my cock slid right in! I removed my hand and started pounding my cock into her pussy, and though she was doing an amazing job of keeping character, she was no longer struggling or begging but just started to moan. I was going to say something threatening but suddenly everything was going so nice I decided to break character until she got back into it. I reached under her and started to rub her clit while I fucked her hard but slow. I sped up as I could feel she was getting ready to cum and we were able to cum together. I pulled my cock out of her abruptly. As I walked around in front of her she had already regained her composure and was back in character: “please, please, I won't tell anyone about this. You did what you wanted now please let me go.”
“Oh no, beautiful spying bitch, whore! We are just getting started. Now lick my cock clean so I don't get my pants all wet!” She started to lick it clean, then looked up at me, then gave my cock a bite from the side. She didn't do it very hard, but she did it hard enough to hurt a little bit. She started to get up as if she was going to try to escape, but I grabbed her hair and pulled. She cried out as she looked at me, and I said, “I guess it doesn't matter that you hurt me, because I'm going to hurt you, and that hasn't changed. If you give me the names and locations of all the other spies posing as volunteers, you can still avoid much suffering…” I paused then said, “Speak, and then you can just be my fucktoy without the torture…until I get tired of you.” I laughed.
“There are no spies…and being fucked by you is torture!”
“I see. Get up!” I commanded. I started pushing her forward once we had cleared the fallen tree. “My pants!” She yelled. I ignored her and left them on the ground. “You won't be needing them anymore, whore!” I sneered. “Fucking me is torture, eh bitch?! When I am through with you, you will beg to be fucked by me rather than continue to be interrogated. You will learn the difference swiftly!”
“No, please, just let me put my pants back on. Please, I’m sorry, please just let me go”
I pushed her forward, “move along bitch!”
She stumbled as I took her on a circuitous route to a large tree with overhanging branches that was right near the cabin. “That is my house, whore, a mansion, no?” I laughed.
“It’s nice.” She muttered.
“Many pretty missionaries like you have been brought here. They all lie like you at first, but eventually they all tell me anything I want to know, and they beg to be fucked by me…until finally they bore me and are of no further use to me and I am done with them. Then I turn them over to our guard where they are imprisoned to hard labor for many years!” I said ominously.
“Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want and then please let me go. I don’t know anything. I’m not a spy.”
“You lying bitch. See how you will sing a different tune after I…persuade you….” I stopped pushing her in front of the tree. I untied one wrist from behind her back and brought both wrists forward holding them tightly together so she would not even think of trying to pull them away. I retied them in front of her then raised them up and threw an end over a low hanging branch then took the end that went over and tied it to the loops around her wrists. Soon she was tied with her hands above her head, stretched tightly, her body firm and taught.
“Please no, don’t, what are you going to do to me, please?” She begged. In answer I started to roughly tear the tank top from her body. There was no bra underneath and now she was tied tightly and completely naked. I walked towards the cabin. I returned with a large duffel bag. I laid it down in front of her and rummaged through it. I pulled out two sticks, one with a string-like strand hanging from it and I saw the quizzical look on her face because she had never seen this before. And I pulled out a pair of clover clamps hanging together by a chain, along with a handful of clothespins. The two sticks screwed together and then I could see the comprehension on M’s face. This was a new whip! Then the fear returned to her expression and voice, “What are those? What are you going to do to me?”
“These, spy whore, are tools of my trade.” I held up the clamps by the chain, leaving the clamps hanging, “These are clamps that bite into any part of the body on which they are placed. They are terrible when placed on all the sensitive parts of a woman’s body---as you will soon see!” M just stared with a genuine look of fear on her face. “And these clothes pins--- well, I won't be doing any laundry, but I think you will be surprised at what else I can do with these. And this,” I said holding up the whip, “is a lunge whip. It is a type of horse whip. It hurts terribly yet is very light. I could beat you all day with this and still have the energy left to fuck you all night!” I laughed. “But of course, if you don’t tell me what I want to know, I have much worse instruments to use on you. I will break you and soon you will tell me the names and locations of every spy while bending over and begging me to use my spy bitch for whatever I want.” I approached her with the clamps and clothes pins.
“No, please don’t. Have mercy.” She trembled softly. I placed the clamps on her nipples and the clothes pins all over her small, firm breasts, then reached down and lightly brushed her pussy lips. She was so wet her thighs were damp! I picked up the whip then walked behind her swishing the whip through the air a few times for effect.
“The names of the spies!” I yelled and punctuated it with a crack of the whip! She shook a little, startled, then said; “We are not spies. We are aide volunteers.” With that I swung the whip and brought it down softly on her back. Her body stiffened and then I repeated the lash harder across her back. Then twice more even harder. She gasped at the last two strokes. Then I lowered my aim and saved all my hardest strokes for her beautiful, firm, round ass. Five hard strokes one right after the other I gave to her ass. Soon the backside of her body wore a beautiful set of crimson stripes!
I walked right up behind her and pulled her hair, jerking her head back, “The names bitch!”
“I don't know any spies.” M repeated.
“Very well.” I said as I released her hair and stopped a few feet behind her and raised the whip again. Three quick lashes of moderate severity across her back had her grunting at the last one. Then another five hard lashes across her ass. Then I walked over to her and stood in front of her this time. I pulled the chain of the clamps, which tightened the Clover clamps. She cried out.
“Such a pity to be making such a beauty suffer when she could be enjoying my cock!” I said.
“I think you enjoy making me suffer.” She said, and I noticed she couldn't help but smile a little bit.
“And what makes you think so, whore? The big bulge in my pants?” I asked as I rubbed my crotch through my jeans and laughed.
“I will never enjoy your cock. You can abuse me with it but you will never get me to acquiesce. You may whip my back and ass, cane and paddle my ass all day, you may hurt my nipples all afternoon, fuck my pussy, my asshole and my mouth all day and all night, you may even humiliate me, make me crawl and embarrass myself, even make me beg for you to use and abuse me, but I'll never give in!” She said, at this point with her eyes closed, getting lost in the excitement as she tried to give me ideas of all the things she’d like me to do to her the rest of the day!
“It is like you're reading my mind!” I laughed. I went to the duffel and put the lunge whip back in and picked out a short thick leather signal whip. I was never much into long bullwhips because they're hard to wield and when they get moving they can be pretty dangerous. I have seen some videos where well known dominatrix’s have used the bullwhip on the ass and back of their male slaves and they are just flicking it, barely moving it, and they are drawing blood. Firstly, I am not looking to draw blood and do not enjoy drawing blood. Secondly, I like to really feel like I am in control of the punishment and the one dishing it out. I wouldn't like the whip doing all the work! That's why I've never been a big fan of the spanking machine or robo cane videos. While it is true I like to watch a woman punish another woman, even then I prefer it to be at my direction, and still I like the woman to use an instrument that requires hard work on her part to deliver the punishment. Also, as I said, I like the control a short whip gives me to hit just the spots I want. I walked behind her with the signal whip.
“Your tits must be very sore from all the clamps.” I said.
“They hurt terribly.” She moaned.
“Don't worry----- this will take your mind off your tits!” I said as I brought the signal whip down hard across her ass. She gasped in surprise. Then twice more I brought it down hard on her ass, then twice across her back with much less severity. I walked right up behind her and leaned against her, the bulge of my cock through my pants rubbing against her whipped ass as I reached around and tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps. She groaned in pain as I leaned my head on her shoulder next to her ear and said: “Tell me what I want to hear, bitch!” As I said that I released the chain of her clamps and reached down and began to massage her soaking wet pussy.
She moaned as she said, “You can keep this up all day, I'll never talk.” I was not sure if she was keeping up her insistence that she was an innocent volunteer, or if she decided to change character and was suddenly playing the spy who would never give in, but either one would fit and continue to work very well so it really didn't matter!
“You will talk. They always do.” I said then stepped back and brought the signal whip down hard across her ass five times fast and twice across her back. She cried out at each blow but knowing M and her reactions and what she could take I knew these cries were for effect. I walked in front of her and jerked hard on the nipple clamp chain. She cried out with more sincerity that time. “Anything to tell me?”
“No.” She answered stoically not looking into my eyes.
“I feel badly about what your poor tits are going through. I think I will remove the clamps.” She looked at me puzzled because I did not approach her to remove them, but walked to the duffel and put in the signal whip and pulled out a riding crop. I walked close to her and raised the crop. She closed her eyes as I knocked one of the clothespins off her breast with a strike of the riding crop. She gasped as it fell off and already I was hitting another. 2 strikes to get that off and the second one slapped the side of her breast as well. When I had hit off all the clothes pins I said, “This crop will never get off those terrible clamps! What do I have in my bag of tricks?” I put the riding crop down and rooted around in the duffel. I came out with 2--- three pound weights! “Perhaps these will help pull the clamps off.” I said as I walked over to my helpless captive. “Please no sir, don’t put those on, have mercy, I don’t know anything, please don’t hurt me anymore.” She begged as I ignored her and attached the weights. She screamed as each one pulled down on the clamps. Usually she handled the addition of weights much more stoically but she had already been wearing the clamps for quite some time and I thought it best to remove them shortly. “Oh, that didn’t work,” I observed seeing that the clamps did not fall off under the weight, then I looked back in the duffel and pulled out 2--- one pound weights. “Maybe I just didn’t use enough weight!” As I attached the additional weights she started begging me for mercy and when I released the weights she screamed through tight lips. I pulled the clamps off and she screamed loudly. I rubbed her pussy which managed to stay wet during the most intense punishment and was now soaking my hand now that I was rubbing her. “We don’t want to damage your lovely nipples---or what would we play with tomorrow?” I laughed as I stared at the duffel to decide what to do next…but I already knew what I wanted to do next. We both really needed to fuck. I started to walk towards the shed behind the cabin. We had not looked in there but my friend told me what he had in there in case I needed anything or wanted to put anything I brought in there. I came out with a wooden horse. Then I went to the trunk of my car and pulled out a thick comforter. I threw it over the horse. I untied M’s hands from above her head and dragged her by her wrists to the horse and pushed her roughly forward over it. I proceeded to tie her wrists and ankles to the 4 legs of the horse. She offered some resistance but not much. I pulled a short rattan cane and a moderate wooden paddle out of the duffel. I walked over with the cane and gave her five firm strokes across her bottom. She grunted with each stroke. “Anything you would like to tell me whore?”
“I have nothing to tell you.” She replied.
I picked up the paddle and gave her a very hard stroke and she cried out. “I am going to do many things now. If you resist or try to hurt me---you will get another 100 strokes just as hard as that. Your ass will be a mess---but it will buy you no respite. I threw done the paddle and started to work my cock into her pussy. It was wet but not as wet as before, which was often the case right after a particularly hard punishment. It took only seconds for my intruding cock to be met with a flood of new juices though. I fucked her slowly at first, slow and deep, then increased my tempo until I fucker her fast and hard while reaching under her and massaging her clit. She came twice almost immediately, one right after the other, which told me she was indeed getting what she wanted from this role-play. I wanted to cum but I knew she was expecting a more thorough violation of all her holes. I pulled out of her pussy and immediately stuck my cock between her cheeks and started to push my way into her tight asshole. She groaned as I pushed my way in as deeply as I could and moaned as I fucked her asshole hard and deeply. When I felt like I could not hold back any more I pulled out of her lovely ass and checked my cock as I walked around in front of her. “You will lick my cock clean and then to show your obedience you will kiss and lick my ass. Then, when I am satisfied, you will suck my cock some more until you suck out every drop of my cum while I use your mouth for my fuck-hole. Fail to satisfy me, or try to bite me again and the paddle will be your reward. You may show you understand by begging to do the tasks I have set before you.”
She stared at the ground and paused for many moments before softly saying, “Please sir, may I lick your cock clean from my asshole? And when you are satisfied, sir, please let me kiss and lick your asshole . Then would you please fuck my mouth until you shoot your load and I taste every drop of your cum sir?”
“Excellent.” I said as I moved closer to her face. She extended her tongue and gave my cock a lovely tongue bath, taking it inside her mouth to begin sucking only after having licked every inch first as she had

Amber: BBW Part II

Amber — Tue, 24 May 2011 22:43:17 +0000

It’s funny how little amount of sleep one can survive on at these parties. I was suddenly having trouble keeping my eyes open while Richard, Kat, Publikk, and Munchkin were in our room after Rich and I played it up for the camera. Maybe it’s because I complained about my feet hurting from the heels I had been wearing for the past several hours and Munchkin giving me a totally fab foot rub. Yeah I’ll blame my rudeness on that. I literally went from laughing my ass off to melting into the pillows. As long as I’m up I’m pretty good I don’t mean behaved but after so little sleep, once I get still…I’m toast.

Last year I didn’t make it out to the Boardwalk and this year I was determined to not miss out. A lot of the SSC gang headed out on the Boardwalk to Country Kitchen for breakfast. I don’t operate very well until I’ve had my several cups of coffee in the morning.

We had fun just hanging out and finding fun opportunity’s for pics.

Munchkin/ lil' ol' me /& Katbrat

We weren’t really misbehaving. Besides, doesn’t the title Boardwalk Badness Weekend kind of seem like it’s giving you permission to be at least a tad bit naughty ? I’m sure if you look even closer you can almost see our halo’s glowing in the sun.

Look, we even obeyed the signs …

Later that evening we headed over and set up our table for the vendor fair and that was a party within itself. I really loved how they mixed the absolutely hilarious video’s into the event. At the Strictly Spanking Video’s table they had a guess the bottom game and I had a hard time finding my own, lol. I’m not accustomed to seeing my own bottom from that angle and poster size I guess. = p

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Submissive Lily Anna: Rest and Relaxation

Submissive Lily Anna — Thu, 21 Apr 2011 16:34:00 +0000

Yesterday was a long day! I had three wonderful sessions, lunch with the infamous Pixie, then headed out to NY for a great shoot with Jeans Bound. I got to sleep in today, clean my apartment, and squeeze in just a small amount of work.

Hard to believe that Easter is this Sunday! I'm hoping that means that warm weather is right around the corner! I'm hoping to be able to share dinner with my family luckily getting out of going to my in-laws in between shifts at work.

Next weekend is the highly anticipated Board Walk Badness, run by the fantastic SSNY group. Pixie and I will be there Friday into Saturday for sessions, and hopefully able to attend one or two fun events in-between sessions. Please come up to us and say hello! We're saving our butt's for our sessions, but we look forward to chatting and meeting everyone :

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Living Domestic Discipline: Life in Scotland

Living Domestic Discipline — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 11:28:19 +0000

I have finished my first round of assignments and am starting on the essays. I have three to write before April 25th. Two need to be around 4000 words and one should be around 5000 words. That’s a lot of words! Once those are done I will spend the summer writing my dissertation and then have classes again in the fall. Hopefully, when I finish that, I will then be starting a PhD. Keep your fingers crossed!

I found out I am winning an award for my volunteer work at our local library. I did a lot of work with them while I still lived in the States and it is really nice of them to honor me this way. I will be attending the luncheon via Skype. Skype is fabulous!

The kids are in school now and happy to be there. They are starting to make some friends which makes me very happy. They look so cute in their school uniforms with their Gryffyndor ties! Another great thing about the kids being is school is I come home to my house being in the same state as when I left. No dishes on the counter because they didn’t know if the dishwasher was clean or dirty, no food crumbs in the living room and no random clutter left sitting around.

Our youngest grand daughter just celebrated her first birthday. We got to attend the party via Skype. It was so nice to be able to sing “Happy Birthday” with everyone else. We watched her play with her cake but refuse to eat it, it was so cute. Our eldest grand daughter is doing well too. She loves school and is a very smart little girl. Her mom put a video up for us of her dancing with one of her little friends. It was really cute. Our first grandson is due in June. We look forward to his birth. I don’t know how often we will see this little guy since even if we were still in the States we would be 2000 miles apart. Fortunately they also have Skype.

Our son is safely back from Afghanistan, thank goodness. Thanks for the good thoughts you all had that helped keep him safe. We really appreciate it. Now we just have to figure out how to get him away from the woman who is 13 years older than him, has four kids by four different dads and lives on child support and what she takes from him. I am so worried she is going to get pregnant again and trap him. He is too trusting! Dumb boy!

Not much else new going on here. K has been working a ton of overtime to build up our savings for when he gets here in August. We are counting down the days.

Public Spanking: The marks of her punishment of the glass through

Public Spanking — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 04:22:00 +0000

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Caroline Grey - Getting It: A Very Spanky Weekend.

Caroline Grey - Getting It — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 17:28:00 +0000

Well, we're finally home, still glowing from an absolutely great weekend. I think Monday might be the kinkiest day of the week--because that's when the crash sets in--so much more painful than any spanking.

We headed out to the Uk on Thursday night to meet up with Ian and Kay from The London Tanners. They're some of our favourite friends, and I hadn't seen them since Shamrock in November. We rolled into the train station very late at night, and followed them home like puppy dogs. Ian had made us a delicious midnight feast, and in spite of travel fatigue, we packed it away, along with lovely wine and lots of catching up conversation. The next morning, heads slightly sore, we were a flurry of activity around the apartment, fixing hair, packing toys, and all the usual last-minute preparations. A bracing seaside walk and a hearty lunch later, and we were on the train, bound for London, to meet another favourite friend, PartTimeLondoner, also known as Trouble with a capital T. Or Heather. After the world's longest train ride, in which we made four connections without a single hitch, it was time for more dinner and more wine and more talking late into the night. By the time Saturday morning and its headache arrived, I was feeling distinctly unsure about my ability to endure a spanking party and all the strangers and spankings that were awaiting me there.

Still, it had to be done. Many bottles of water, more rushing, more doing of hair, more packing of toys and uniforms and more chatter, while I suffered my very theatrical hangover cheered on by my remarkably chipper companions...how do they do it? and we all bundled into a taxi and set off for Ouch!

The venue is brilliantly placed in the middle of an industrial estate, so on a Saturday it's as quiet and peaceful as tombs, with no fear of Vanilla Encroachment. I was starting to feel a little better, although the usual party butterflies in my stomach had managed to breed exponentially during the short cab ride, and seemed to be throwing their own wild party. We were terribly punctual, so there were only a few smiling faces to meet us, which gave us time to explore the fabulous space. Heather and I scrambled upstairs and downstairs, unable to settle, squeeing over the facilities but also just hyper. There was a big, well decorated space with bedrooms and couches and a bar upstairs, and downstairs a changing room and a beautiful dungeon and a schoolroom with desks that you can put stuff in.

I've been to relatively a lot of spanking parties, and I can say without any hesitation that Ouch has to be one of the very best I've been lucky enough to attend. We kept saying all day that it struck an ideal balance--all the warmth and cosy friendliness of a private house-party, but with so much lovely room--a nice mix of public and private spaces, enough couches for everyone especially if you stack the girls! and a wealth of brilliant equipment more spanking horses and benches than you can shake a stick at. Although, come to think of it, plenty of people we doing just that!

I often arrive at kinky parties feeling a bit overwhelmed, and the first hour always feels like my first hour at a spanking party ever. But Nick and Natasha are absolutely gracious hosts and everyone was so relaxed and friendly that in no time at all I was chatting away with perfect strangers as if I'd known them for ages. It also helped that someone was always offering me a lovely glass of Buck's Fizz! As the crowd drifted in, you could hear the echoing of spankings and canings and birchings all around the place, and the happy hum of conversation as people mingled. There was no sense of clique-ishness--everyone talked to everyone, and I noticed the particular effort made to draw out shy or new vistors. It seems like everyone there was taking responsibility to make the party a good experience for everyone, and it showed. It was also very laid back--there was no frenzy or desperation for play. People were relaxed and really happy to take the time to chat and get know each other before the issue of play ever came up, which removed a lot of the awkwardness I can sometimes feel at large parties, where the very first thing someone says to you can sometimes be "want to play?"

Around 3 o'clock there was a school scene, in the schoolroom of course. Heather and I had changed into matching uniforms she's so cute it kills me , and were sitting in the back with a very bold Frank who'd been transformed into a naughty schoolboy for part of the afternoon. It's always fun to see the other side of the scary hair-brush wielding teacher I know at home! Before the teacher came in, I mustered up the courage to draw a very rude rabbit on the chalkboard, and I got a round of applause. So by the time I took my seat I was feeling very pleased with myself. Heather and I, being quiet, demure, well-behaved girls ahem , were pretty safe in the back row, so we spent most of the time writing each other bitchy notes and making silly drawings. I managed to complete the lesson a non-rude drawing of "a conventional figure" satisfactorily as well, which means I am a very gifted student. Unlike Heather or Frank, who were both hopeless.

In my experience party school scenes except for the inimitable Lowewood tend to dissolve very quickly into chaos and silliness as people compete to be the worst student ever, competing for attention in a large class. While there was a touch of over-bratting going on by a couple of pupils inevitable , Miss Barclay-Stevens, the teacher, has the patience of a saint, and an absolutely delicious wit. She managed to deal with even the most hardened brats with composure and grace--in many cases without even raising a hand. I managed to get through the entire lesson without being rumbled for the rude rabbit. I think this was due in large part to the chivalry of my fellow students. Or at least, their desire to see someone else blamed for it! Poor Frank, who in fairness was not being nearly as ill-behaved as I know he can be when he wants to, was not so lucky and still managed to get his catapult and two beers confiscated, and ended the lesson in disgrace with a loud pair of pink polkadot panties on his head I framed him, having planted them in his schoolbag! Hee! At the end, almost everyone sang God Save the Queen, so I bullied Heather into an impromptu caterwauling of "The Star Spangled Banner", which went down a treat, in spite of being a lot longer than I remembered.

Once school was over, I felt so energised and so much at home that I finally started playing, and everyone I had the honour to play with was a perfect gentleman or lady, with wonderful technique. I was soundly beaten by Ian, took a lovely number of sound cane strokes from a new friend, and tasted my first hazel switch, which was a revelation. About the same diameter as a cane, but denser, and a really nice sensation.

We were well worn out by the time it was over, but lots of couch-time and chat and delicious pizza re-energised us, and we were ready to dive into Swish! which is the night-time, BDSM event in the same venue. The music was great, not too loud and a really nice mix of pop, dance, and House of The Rising Sun. : Some people had stayed on from Ouch, but there was also a whole new influx of people. The crowd was wonderful--a diverse and beautiful group of people of all ages. I had another crop of lovely scenes, including stress positions, a touch of "dressage" with a man possesed of beautiful riding boots and a cut-glass accent, being used as a prop to initiate a new girl to the joys of BDSM, and the highlight of the night: a hard caning from Frank with a serious, heavy cane borrowed for the occasion--I was in the mode where I kept asking for more and more sets of 6. I just couldn't get enough, and it feels like ages and ages and ages since I've managed to locate that part of myself, so I was chuffed. After the festivities, we trooped back to the hotel, where there was time for one more spanking before bed:

All in all, it was a super way to spend the day. I seem to have spent a lot of the last year chasing my kink around the place and trying to figure out exactly what it consists of these days, and having a long weekend with some of my best scene friends and such an easy-going party in the middle of it was a treat, and reminded me of what the scene is at its best, and why I wouldn't be without it. I made some really cool new friends of kindred spirit variety, and had a blast catching up with the people I already know, and miss all the time. And this is what my bum looked like after all that:

Fred Bloggs: Maintenance spanking before dinner

Fred Bloggs — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 20:25:54 +0000

I was visiting my friends GR and AS. They are in the funeral business, that’s not relevant but just interesting: kinky undertakers! Consider that next time you are at a funeral.

I had my friend MA with me, she was still quite new to kink and very vanilla at this juncture. I was there fixing GR’s manky old computer. I gave him the lecture about getting an Apple.

But I digress.

“AS has been in an odd mood all week, morose and sulky. She asked me to ask you if you could ‘sort her out’, please?” GR used the euphemism of ‘sort her out’ which really meant give her a spanking.
“OK I suppose so.” I looked at MA, she was clearly none the wiser to the coded speak.
I left the manky computer virus scanning and went to find AS. She was busy in the kitchen getting our meal ready.
“How are you doing?” I asked
“Nearly done, we can eat soon.” She replied.
“Yeah but HOW ARE YOU DOING?” I tried to make the question sound as pervy as I could.
“Oh did GR ask you?” She had made the connection.
“He said you needed sorting out.”
“Yes please, will you Fred? I need it so bad, but GR can’t do it, I need an independent spanker. Smack me over your lap with my wooden paddle please?”
“OK, before dinner or later?”
“The beef stew can sit quietly in the oven with the dumplings, so we have twenty minutes, should be perfect. I’ll get ready.” She put the stew and dumplings in the oven then wandered off. I went back to GR and MA. “We are going to do it before dinner.”
GR and MA followed me into the lounge. AS was there, she had taken her skirt and knickers off, so she was half naked, in holdups and heels. She looked lovely. MA’s face was a picture.
AS handed me the wooden paddle, think wooden kitchen spoon but a bit bigger and with holes in it. I sat on the chair and AS lay over my lap.
“So what’s the requirement then?” I asked.
“Twelve on each cheek, nice and hard please.” I felt her tense as I tapped her bum cheek with the paddle. I whacked her hard alternately on each cheek for four, then four in quick succession on each cheek, then four alternately on each cheek with long pauses, hitting harder each time. She wriggled and squealed at each spank.
I stopped and waited. Long pause.
“May I have twelve more, this time a lot harder please Fred?”
I was sure she would not be able to take another twelve, I was waiting for the safe-word after every smack. I repeated the spanking and I spanked as hard as I could. She yelled and wriggled a lot more, but amazingly she took it all.
I stopped again and waited.
“Thank you Fred, that was just what I needed.” She stood up, I got up and gave her a big hug. Still half naked she went to get the stew out of the oven. Her bottom was bright red, heavily marked.
I exchanged glanced with MA and GR.
“Thanks Fred.” GR looked relived. MA looked bemused. We went into the dining room.
“Wine? We have a nice Châteauneuf-du-Pape we can have with the meal.”
“Sounds good to me.”
We took our places at the meal table. AS had morphed from a misery to her usual happy self. MA had a bemused look on her face all evening. We never mentioned the spanking again at the meal table, instead we talked computers.

On the way home in the taxi MA quizzed me.
“Have you done that many times before?”
“What spanked AS? Yeah quite a few, she just needs to be spanked but she does not want it to be her husband, so for the last few years it’s been me.”
“Does she ask you to do it often?”
“Not really, it was at least six months ago since I spanked her.”
“That’s really odd. I am not sure I get it.”
“No one gets it, not even AS, she just needs it. It’s a maintenance spanking”

Erica's Myspace Blog: Important Blog Announcement!

Erica's Myspace Blog — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 16:59:23 +0000

OK, guys. I've finally had it. I am done with MySpace blogging. They've screwed it up to the point where no one even wants to comment anymore, and I don't blame them.I am not leaving MySpace; I will l...

Echoes of my mind - a submissive who: 3 Wochen Vorschau GZSZ

Echoes of my mind - a submissive who — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 21:02:00 +0000

Verfasser die GZSZ 3 Wochen Vorschau - Gute Zeiten, schlechte Zeiten auf. uff es gibt ne seite wo man 3 monate vorlesen kann? welche ist es BITTE auch mal. Du bist gespannnt, wie es bei GZSZ weitergeht? Schau in die exklusive Video- Wochenvorschau! Los geht es mit einer Szene in der Lilly an Tanja denkt.

cowgirl 65/10: Neue Facebook-Seiten

cowgirl 65/10 — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 13:42:00 +0000

Site de création de services Webs a acquis Facebook Seite constructeur onglet Pagemodo dans la dernière d'une série d'acquisitions Page société de gestion. Site d'établissement et d'email marketing ainsi que d'analyse web d'entreprises choisissent d'acheter des talents et de technologies plutôt que de construire en interne dans un effort pour rester pertinent que leurs industries évoluer pour inclure les médias sociaux.

Dirty Spanking Blog: still going on

Dirty Spanking Blog — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 20:04:20 +0000

Hello all!!

Long time since last post! I have decided that I will keep on posting for you. But since I don’t have all the time that I had before, it will be less posting that the last years.

But I hope you are all doing good. Happy spanking!!

But please check out this very cool spanking from the spanked at home site.

Kisses justine!!

Spanking Sophie: A Pig Flies By While Sophie Updates!

Spanking Sophie — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 04:49:00 +0000

I am alive and well, and I've missed you all. :-

A few things that have happened since I last updated:

*I moved

*I started a new job

*I went on a weekend trip to a cabin in Indiana with some awesome spanko friends. Ella's account here .

*I shot with RS a couple of times, which is always a good time.

*Last but not least. . . I was “discovered” by my older sister and brother-in-law a few weeks ago. Since I've kept this part of my life a secret from all of my family, this took A LOT of getting used to for all three of us.

Thankfully, she has been very supportive and understanding about the whole thing. I don't think she plans to regularly read my blog, but if she does. . . Thanks, sis, for being so accepting and realizing that I'm still me, just a little more unique. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, anyway. :-

Honestly, it is a little bit of a relief for someone close to me to be to be “in the know.” It would probably make me feel better to hear stories from any of you who have had a similar outing experience. That is, if any of you are still stopping by!

Between starting a new and challenging job and the above mentioned experience, I've separated myself a bit from the online kink world more than I would like. I truly do miss being more active here, but I can't make any promises until I get further settled into things. For now, I wanted to quickly update and reaffirm my appreciation for any readers. I'm slowly catching up on some emails, as well.

I'm still here and craving a spanking. . . Imagine that. :-D

Ashbee: Kenyan girls beaten regularly

Ashbee — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 07:36:16 +0000

From Saturday’s edition of “The Nation” in Kenya:

Three in every 10 teachers feel it is wrong to dismiss teachers who have sexual relationships with their pupils…

The research shows that four out of every 10 teachers say it is all right for boys in their classes to beat girls who ‘misbehave”…

In maintaining discipline in schools, teachers said it was fine to whip girls more than boys. Indeed, 65 per cent of the teachers said girls should be whipped more than boys.

Overall, more girls 18 per cent confessed to being whipped at least three times a week, than boys.

More girls than boys believe it is fine to be whipped by their teachers. While 63 per cent of boys support the use of the cane, 75 per cent of girls support their teacher’s using the cane on them.

The Children’s Act clearly outlaws all forms of corporal punishment in schools, including caning of errant pupils by their teachers.

Not quite what I had in mind: Winter warmer

Not quite what I had in mind — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:04:00 +0000

All right, I'm going to dip my toe back into the blog. Sabattical not strictly over mmm....strictly over, there's a pun there somewhere , but this is a spur of the moment thing I thought I'd share. More about the sabbatical later.

If you have been following the news you may have heard that the UK virtually shut down from mid-December due to cold snowy conditions. In some places we had 6 - 8 inches. If you live in Colorado go figure why this brings the financial capital of Western Europe to a halt, but it did. So with not much happening at work and not much possibility of getting in, K and I went into a kind "day after tomorrow" hibernation. With most parties cancelled due to weather and even family over Christmas able to be plausibly denied, we pretty much holed up in the house for a week and a half before Christmas through new year. We watched loads of movies, read lots of blogs, critiqued a certain amount of porn not all of ti spanking related , planned holidays, wrote a record number of Christmas cards, talked, plotted, planned and discovered which takeout restaurants were best and delivering in bad weather.

We had moved house in the summer, yes OK, that's news and only part of the reason for the break from blogging, more later on that, but moving had been so hectic that in some ways the snow was a blessing, a chance to nest properly for the first time.

The cold weather however only exacerbated an existing problem with the new house, it has appalling heating, designed some time before the steam engine. Replacing it is the first major task once we've paid for moving. We had been struggling with the cold well before the country ground to a halt and it had become clear that we were going to have to adapt our living habits to adjust to a much colder house.

While I researched new energy efficient boilers and feed-in tariff

subsidies and tied to design a new heating system, K took the

initiative in tackling the immediate problem of keeping us warm around

the house. This was what arrived one day in a mail order package..........

At first I thought they were incredibly silly, SO not adult clothing,

and I've never really gone in for the "snuggly" look. Nothing could be more non-us, but totally brilliant, we lived in these "suits" and actually resented having to take them off to go out they were that comfortable.

I'm sure the perceptive among you can see where this is going.......

The significance of the drop seat was not lost on me either, and if it

hadn't been, a precautionary corner time with the flap down for 15 minutes the first time we tried them on made me acutely aware how potentially exposed I was in these new garments. But stylistic reservations aside, it was either this or be quite cold, so I opted to stay warm and look silly.

Funnily enough we both quickly became addicted to our new all-in-ones and pretty much lived in them when not at work and throughout the late December, Christmas, new year cold snap.

It was of course inevitable that K would find it necessary to take advantage of the easy access to my bottom provided by the drop seat.

I of course provided the opportunity in my usual hapless way.......

One of the signature defects of old heating systems in that they fill up with air, so the radiators, instead of being full of hot water, fill up with cold air. To remedy this you have to open the air valve in the top of each radiator to let the air out. At our place this has to be done weekly or more frequently, instead of once a winter. This was one of my assigned chores, being akin to plumbing and therefore a man's task. With very little pressure and much air, the process of bleeding the radiators took ages, so I devised a shortcut, I'd open the valves on all of them and then circulate around then house checking on progress gradually shutting them off as they filled up. Normally this worked quite well and took much less time than standing over each rad in sequence while it gurgled and hissed

away.

Having opened up most of the upstairs rads, I headed downstairs on my usual route, but this time got preoccupied in front of the TV. My preoccupation only got broken by a bellow from upstairs, I scampered up to see what was wrong, already half suspecting that I knew.

K was in our bedroom holding a towel under a rad which was dripping oily water onto the floor. It wasn't a flood by any means, but it was a mess. I quickly shut off the valve and scooted around the other open rads, shutting them off. Only two others had overflowed, one in the bathroom, and only little bit. Our room had been by far the worst.

K came and found me in the bathroom mopping up the spill in there. "How many?

"Two". I lied. "errr, well three maybe, but only a little bit, I caught most of it in time"

K snorted derisively "and how many did you leave open?"

"errrr....6, maybe 7"

"while you went downstairs to watch TV"

"I was doing the rounds, it was all under......"

"Please don't say it was under control, you went downstairs and forgot about them, if I hadn't come up we would have had a flood in 4 rooms"

"I.....I.....don't think......". I was in trouble and struggling the find a good defence, I'm not really sure why I bothered.

"No clearly you didn't think, that's the whole point. Neglecting a simple household task, getting distracted by the TV, causing water damage in three rooms, nearly causing a major flood. I think you've earned yourself a thoroughly good spanking, don't you? Come".

K extended a hand and I took it, and allowed myself to be led back to the bedroom. I didn't bother to answer her question. I was getting spanked regardless of the answer.

I have to admit that apart from the normal nerves, and the "why did I do this" self reproach, there was also a certain tingle of anticipation. We don't do costumes and it's very much the case that girls have far more scope as spankees to make the process more visually interesting, stockings, endless variations of knickers, skirts up, pants down. When spanking a man it's really not about the outfit, its pants down and that's it.

Being bared through the drop seat suit was certainly going to be a different experience.

Once in the bedroom, the dressing table chair was turned around, and Freddie, K's stiffened leather smacker, produced from the dressing table drawer.

"Well, been a while since I reddened your bottom with this". K turned the polished leather over in her hands a few times and experimentally smacked it against her palm, as if to make sure it still worked.

"mmmm, yes this will do nicely, its not just the mess, or that you took a silly shortcut, but that you were stuck in front of the TV that gets me. So it's going to be a good hard spanking, nice and red, to match your suit. Come over here and bend over my knee."

K patted her lap invitingly, there wasn't any point arguing, there never is, so I bent over as requested.

The combination of the suit being trapped against K's lap and my bent position meant that it stretched taught over my back. I could feel the buttons straining on the flap, so when K eventually released, them the flap fairly sprung open.

A few brisk tugs cleared the flap and centred the opening over the target.

"Further forward please and hips up, that's it, I want your bottom pushed up through the opening, no more please. Up properly". I wriggled forwards and pushed my bottom back, elevating it to a more exposed position. "Better, now keep it there please."

SMACK....

Being told to "keep it there" and actually doing it are quite different things when Freddie is being forcibly applied to your bottom. The dropseats aren't quite as effective at exposing a bottom for spanking when the recipient is kicking and wriggling, so K had to make numerous pauses to tug, wriggle and adjust to keep the opening square over the target.

Holding a handful just above the top of the opening and pushing down to stop the bottom edge riding up as I kicked seemed to work well. No question dropseats aren't quite as efficient as a proper pants down spanking, but K quickly got the hang of the technique and by the time I was sent to the corner with my flap still down and bottom well ablaze, K had made good on all her threats about the quality of the spanking. I suppose I should be grateful that the suit kept me far warner during my corner time that i would ever have been in conventional clothes with my pants down

I'm not going to own up to the number of times I got the "bare bottom, flap down" treatment over our hibernation period, but let's put it this way - if you have read this blog before you will know that K likes to vary the punishments, paddle, belt, bent over the table, back of the sofa, touching toes, and there are lines to write and so on.....well the novelty of opening up the dropseats meant that all this pretty much went out the window, I can't remember when I last went over her knee so many times in a row, only the implements changed.

So lets just leave it that I'm looking forward to warmer weather shall we......

Janey: Good-bye!

Janey — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:53:37 +0000

Pending pwner permission, this will be the last Broken Paddle post.

2010 has been such an amazing year, especially the latter half, and I scarcely recognize myself when I look in the mirror. Unfortunately, this is not because I finally lost all the weight I’ve been aiming to. That’s what 2011 is for. I’ve been getting up at 6 am and going to the gym. Of my own accord. And that of a friend.

But I have dropped a ton of emotional and psychological baggage, and it’s a lot easier to hike uphill without arms loaded full of insecurities and regrets.

Mormons are commanded to be a record keeping people, but add this to my list of small apostasies.

I have no desire to chronicle these struggles for a silent audience. I’m a blogger more than a writer. A quiet exhibitionist more than an historian.

It’s been fun to tell these stories that are a small part of my life, but I’m an economist first, spanko second, and masochist third. I make my decisions on the margin, maximizing utility and minimizing dead weight loss.

This blog is a dead weight loss, and I can’t in good conscience continue.

Unless of course there is government interference.

I will, however, leave you with a parting gift. Sorry if you don’t support FetLife.

http://fetlife.com/users/22711/videos/27968

DEVLIN ONEILLS WEBLOG: Christmas Eve

DEVLIN ONEILLS WEBLOG — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 17:30:31 +0000

The pressure is on. This really is the last chance to be good. I am sure Santa could not really be a spanker.

Masterful Strokes - Love, Discipline & Growth: Tombola Goes to Finishing School

Masterful Strokes - Love, Discipline & Growth — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 22:13:00 +0000

My ward, young Tombola van Hoyden, recently attended Mrs Darling's Academy. She has provided us with the following account of her didactic adventures.

Tombola van Hoyden was and is an enthusiastic young person with more ideals than worldly wisdom. She has been chucked out of so many boarding schools that her guardian, exasperated, has despatched her to finishing school, Darling's Academy for Young Ladies, in the forlorn hope of turning Tombola into a lady. He hoped that the famous and very strict methods of that celebrated Scottish establishment would somehow transform her behaviour.

And it seemed as if he might be right...almost as soon as Tombola and her schoolfriends EJ, Jemima and Cate arrived at the airport, the lady who met them appeared a mistress of total grimness! Unsmiling, holding up the identifying placard, she greeted each pupil by name and swept them off to the waiting vehicle where a grave uniformed manservant efficiently stowed the luggage. The girls all sat nervously as near the back as they could, while the Deputy Head and the driver occupied front seats. The girls tried to keep their spirits up by singing comic songs and playing word games, but their play-acting grew strained as the long dark roads lengthened into blackness.

Finally they were there and after the fairly scary Induction they were offered a warm welcome and the company of friends beside a warm fire.

Next morning was Assembly and oh, dear! Tombola's antics in the minibus had not escaped the notice of the deputy head - spankings all around and what are these?
Er, only the Little Miss Trouble knickers that everyone had on!! Oh well then, everyone got smacked!!
hashtag, pantygate!

Favourite thing – really - baking in the kitchen with Zillah and Violet and Sara and Catherine and darling Mrs Darling. It was warm, and atmospheric with the snow outside, and making biscuits is my top favourite thing to do, and everyone was so friendly.

Biggest surprise: a sudden and complete melt-down on the Sunday morning. I found myself blubbering hopelessly, out of the blue! Missing MasterRetep, i had never been at a play event without him and i sat on someone's bed sobbing and got hugged and patted during some morning interval, then dried my eyes and back in role again. thank you, kind and comforting schoolmates!

Best fun: a naughty escapade when Tombola and Violet were sitting side by side on a sofa watching a gentleman, a visiting Laird, in Highland dress, as he leant to poke a fire. It occurred to us that this was our chance to solve one of the world's great sartorial mysteries: viz., what does a Scotsman wear under the kilt? So she sat on the floor, leaning comfortably back against the sofa and squinting: while i pretended to come over all faint, and actually lay down, head towards the fireplace, for a pefect worm's eye view. Mystery solved! This particular Laird was wearing ...only the family jewels that the Creator endowed him with. Commendable fortitude given the chilly climate and the snow outdoors!

Alas, we had been spotted – nothing escaped the eagle eye of Miss Amelia Hatchet-Grabbe: we were scooped to our feet and draped along the edge of a table and caned in less time than it takes to say, "Highland Fling!"

Not only that, but the offended gentleman himself decided to avenge the modesty of the Highlands...and so did one of the visiting gentlemen guests – so our bottoms were well and truly warmed up in consequence, snow or no snow!!

Funniest comment; a young lady who bore upon her throat the mark of an amorous encounter, attempting the hopeless claim that she had been attacked by a fruitbat. She is certainly sweet enough, but the false alibi did not save her from yet more spankings!!

Most informative lesson: makeup by Mrs Darling. What an education. And learning how to fit on a Fully Fashioned Stocking, goodness, i felt quite illiterate, not knowing all this stuff! Not sure how useful it will be in my chosen career as an explorer, but no knowledge is wasted.

Disappointment: having to leave early because of the snow blocking roads: still feel quite thwarted to have missed final Assembly, where Tombola did not come quite bottom of the class! - apparently spankings were awarded pro rata.

There was lots more – some of it has been described by others and some of it was just small stuff. But i loved the whole Finishing School weekend – the other girls were all lovely: some i'd met before and some i'd only heard of but we all got on really well, there was a great atmosphere of warmth and cheerful cooperation, ably led by our superlatively good Head Girl Catherine.

Tombola emerged a little better educated than she had set out – still eager to complete her studies so that she can go and be an explorer in the Amazon Delta – she had to research the Missionary Position with this aim in view! But she may also have to appear in Society to represent the noble and ancient house of Van Hoyden and so the social polishing of the Darling Staff will not be wasted. She looks forward eagerly to the next term!

indy said...: This is lovely, Tombola! I think Pandora tweeted your best line, but the one about the missionary position is a close second.; 10/12/10 05:12

Freshly Spanked: I'm moving!

Freshly Spanked — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 12:09:00 +0000

SPANKING GALLERIES: A Big Bundle Of Spanking Galleries

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Pat My Bottom: Got the message.

Pat My Bottom — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 11:43:00 +0000

A friend sent this as an attachment in an e mail to me. She said she thought of me when she saw it.

I don't think she was thinking of one of my bad habits, though.

More than likely, it was my bad attitude that I needed this for.

I got the well deserved message.

Thanks, P. I plan on being better.

Autour de la fessée/ About spanking: 1166 Epilogue de ce blog

Autour de la fessée/ About spanking — Sat, 18 Sep 2010 17:56:00 +0000

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Il n’est pas poli de partir sans dire merci !

It is not polite to leave without saying thanks!

J’ai décidé de mettre un terme à mon activité sur ce blog. Il restera pour l’instant en ligne et je réfléchirai ultérieurement à son devenir. Par contre j’effacerai très prochainement une partie de mes messages.

I have decided to stop my activity on this blog. It stays online for the moment and I will think of its destiny later. On the other hand I will delete a part of my articles soon.

Je ne suis pas à court d’idées. Ni entrent en compte des évaluations métaphysiques entre l’importance de ma vie réelle et de ma vie virtuelle. Les deux étaient et sont conciliables pour moi sans que cela me pose le moindre problème.

Mon plaisir d’écrire est plus intense que jamais. Je ne compte pas de m’arrêter. Et je continuerai de poster mes textes dans mes « deux autres ailleurs ». C’est donc une question de priorité personnelle.

J’ai envie d’aborder d’une manière plus intimiste et « moins accrocheuse » le non-dit de ce désir nommé « fessée ».

Par respect pour ceux qui aiment ce blog pour ce qu’il est, il me semble très mal élevé de procéder à un changement radical qui relègue le matériel visuel au rang d’un accessoire plus que rare.

J’ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à partager mes découvertes avec vous, public français et international, qui a toujours été au rendez-vous depuis plus de deux ans. Après un début un peu laborieux bien sur.

Voici venu le moment de se dire au revoir en ce qui concerne ce blog.

It is time for us to say goodbye to this blog.

Merci

Thanks

Danke

Gracie

Gracias

isabelle183

Spanking Pixie's Picture Archive: Ocean Side

Spanking Pixie's Picture Archive — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 11:56:57 +0000

I need to get back to the shore!! Hopefully my husband’s schedule, my schedule, and the weather gods’ schedule will all coordinate one day soon.

Dark Side Spankings: WellSpanked.net We Just Got a Make Over!!!

Dark Side Spankings — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 12:58:00 +0000

We gave the Website a much needed make over. Wellspanked now looks better and has additional content and plenty of free stuff. The Wellspanked Store also got a slight make over. Remember you can get Wellspanked movies 10-20% cheaper at the store.

Be There or your gonna get it.

Poppy's Submissions: Leaving On A Jet Plane

Poppy's Submissions — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 01:00:00 +0000

I have nothing to say other than I am flying out to see Himself and the next time I post I will be with him.

Can you feel how I feel?

I can't talk about it.

hersecretcorner: Hi Everyone

hersecretcorner — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 21:39:04 +0000

Well, I find myself continuing my hiatus, but this time it’s because of outside circumstances. I haven’t posted in quite some time, so I wanted to pop in and say hello to everyone who is still reading the archives.

Thoughts of submission are never far from my mind, and eventually I know I’ll be able to pursue finding that “right” relationship I’ve hoped for, for so long.

Timing is everything in life, hmm?

For now, I’m amazed at my blog stats, and that they have remained so high. So I’d like to say thank you to everyone for continuing to hang out here; this site really has been my outlet, as well as a labor of love.

Good thoughts and wishes to all. I look forward to the time when I can again devote my time here. Until then– happy spanking!

The training blog of Mark: World Cup bet

The training blog of Mark — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 11:24:00 +0000

It's probably no secret to most of you out there that the World Cup final is going to be held this Sunday and that there are a lot of crazy bets being made. It is also well known that the Netherlands is playing the final against Spain. Since I am from the Netherlands, of course I am hoping for our boys to win the World Cup!

I proposed a bet to Miss Dee about the World Cup final. I proposed that if the Dutch team won the Cup, I'd be allowed a full orgasm. However, if the Spanish won, I would pay a forfeit. Miss liked the idea of a bet, except she turned the idea upside down. She said she wanted to test the idea of national loyalty versus personal desire. So now the bet is reversed. If the Dutch team wins, I get a severe caning. If the Spanish team wins, I get a full orgasm. So I have to be cheering for Spain if I want an orgasm. But if I want our team to win the cup, I shall have to pay for the victory with a striped bottom!
Special conditions apply for a win by penalties. If Spain wins by penalties, I will have a sissy orgasm. If the Dutch win by penalties, I will get a cock whipping.

Talk about a predicament...

Externally Motivated Wife: New Home

Externally Motivated Wife — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:34:00 +0000

Just Peter: Summer Holidays

Just Peter — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 21:38:47 +0000

Summer Holidays

Tagged: Holidays

Keagen's Spanking Memoir: Thank You All

Keagen's Spanking Memoir — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 18:08:00 +0000

This past year has been the best of my life, and I have greatly enjoyed sharing it all with you. This blog has served as a place of growth, ideas, sharing, fun, and enjoyment for me, and I hope for you, as well.

Due to professional reasons, I'm contemplating shutting this blog down. I've made several mistakes in running this blog I was quite young and inept when I started it and instead of my professional work showing up first in Google listings, this site comes up! That doesn't exactly work for me at this point in my life. :- Depending on the amount of responses I get from you, my readers, my friends, my co-journers, will determine whether or not I start a new, private blog. If you're interested in continuing to follow my journey even in the slightest sense please email me! For those of who don't have an email client, that email addy is spankingkeagen@yahoo.com. If you'd prefer not to email me, then just leave me a comment it can be anonymous if you desire .

I need to know I will have enough of a following to make blogging worthwhile. If not, I'll continue my journey privately, but powered by just as much love, trust, passion, and amazingness as it is now. I'll leave this up for a week, and will add this at the top of every post I do between now and then.

Until we meet again, my friends,

Keagen and KYOTKGUY

The Unsecret Diaries of Emma Bishop: Thanks for the memories

The Unsecret Diaries of Emma Bishop — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 15:47:46 +0000

Wow, where do I start after two months without a word to my lovely readers? Out of text type was never out of mind, it was just real life taking over in a way that led me to a crossroads where I could at last see over the edge of the bookbind and know it was time to close the final chapter.

I have been a spanking model for nearly 5 years, but I don’t believe in waiting for anniversaries to make things more memorable when I know life goes on, films carry on getting shot and cameras carry on clicking… while hands and canes carry on falling upon new replacement bottoms! What I am saying is get on with it Emma!! ..I mean what I have to do is…grrrr..well, it’s like this peeps….this is my announcement

“I am retiring my services as Emma Bishop the spanking model and will be closing down my website and blog forever. I will leave it up for a week or so in case anyone wants to download any final pictures or something. I hope to remain in the kink community and occasionally attend gatherings to see my friends from time to time, and possibly join in and have fun. From here on in I am simply ‘Emma’, the same girl that started out as a curious newbie is leaving as a very grateful somebody.”

I am sad to say this as I type because me and Bishy have become close and she will always be a part of me wherever life takes me from here on in. It was Bishy who made me believe everything is possible, she made me daring and strong, wild, imaginative and forever seeing all things good in everything. I will carry her spirit with me because she was always a part of me and who I will always be. She was a fantastic character to play on a stage that was so welcoming and always felt like home.

You all made it possible for me; everyone I met, spoke to online or verbally, texted, email, fantasised with, played with or was disciplined by or ever acted alongside. It has all felt so gloriously like freefalling from a plane being a part of the scene and having so many wonderful friends and acquaintances that I could laugh with, argue with, and sometimes cry with. If I never got to meet everyone I wanted to then I apologise for either not being brave enough or being beaten by logistics, technology, over analysing, hesitancy or just unfortunate timing. My imagination of what might have been remains, but it will perhaps always stay more perfect and unspoiled in recall than it may have been in real life anyway. Not that I really do wear 10 day old smelly socks or have a chihuahua sleeping in my bed or anything like that but I am not perfect either!.

We all have to jump sometimes and I’m not one for regret or reflection for too long because I know I always seem to make good decisions for me. I have had to in the past and will again even though some decisions take longer to make. One decision in particular almost destroyed me once, but that’s what growing up scared and confused, waiting around and listening and caring too much about other people does to you hey!

This time my decision was easy. I said YES to love.

Thank you all and I wish each and every one of you the best things you dream and wish for yourselves will come true.

With love and appreciation,

Emma

xxxxxx

This Cat Is Crazy: Time for a change

This Cat Is Crazy — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 03:30:00 +0000

Jai: My first meet

Jai — Sun, 09 May 2010 23:56:09 +0000

I got to go to my first spanking meet in April, but I have just been too busy to post about it. Sorry about that, and I hope that I will be able to be around more next school year to post some more. I know that this summer is jam packed with activity, but eventually I will let you all know about the party and a bunch of great new friends!

michelle: Giving my bottom a warm up before my Boyfriend gives me a punishment spanking

michelle — Tue, 04 May 2010 15:19:56 +0000

Hi guys remember me its been forever!!:

My boyfriend just rang me from work and told me to warm up my ass before he gets home because when he does he is going to take me across his lap and give me the spanking of my life for spending the last of out money on chewing gum.I just gave myself a spanking with my hand and a spatula for 10 minutes and my bottom really hurts but not as much as it will when my boyfriend spanks me when he gets home on my already red bottom!At least I am warmed up before he hand spanks my bottom and I must say he spanks really hard with his hand my bottom is going to be so sore!

Wish me goof luck:

Shhhhhhh do not tell my boyfriend I enjoyed my warm up spanking;

kisses and spanks
xxxx
Michelle

SPANKING FILMS: Girls Boarding School

SPANKING FILMS — Sun, 02 May 2010 03:01:00 +0000

All the videos available from Girls Boarding School. Excellent prices to watch quality films. I'm also a paid member of this site.

That Girl Marie: So long, farewell…

That Girl Marie — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 17:01:41 +0000

I believe the time has come for me to stop blogging. I had a lot of time to think about this this past weekend in Atlantic City, and I think it’s the best choice. I am not leaving the spanking community, but it’s time for me to move on. I haven’t identified as Kate James in a very long time and I need to just be Marie. I need to focus on school, real life relationships, work, my family, and me. I will leave this up here as an archive, and I will still be reachable via email, but this blog will no longer be updated.

I will continue to read and comment on others blogs and can still be found on Twitter, SSS, and several other forums and websites.

My email address is still thatgirlmarie@gmail.com

All the best,

Marie

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Fantastic Spanking: Spankings Solve Everything

Fantastic Spanking — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 02:50:00 +0000

When you get to be my age, there is a problem to being handsome... all of your fellow male co-workers feel the need to come to you for advice with their intimate relationship problems.

Fortunately, with my looks, I don't often have that problem.

However, the other day I was having lunch with a younger former co-worker. He confided to me that he was afraid his wife might be think of asking for a divorce. When I asked why, he told me that his better half had become rather uninteresting in bed. I believe the phrase he used was "cold fish." He went on to say that he thought his spouse had lost interest in him and was thus not anxious to engage in sexual relations.

Since I really did not give the proverbial rat's ass about his marital problems or his sex life, I tried several different approaches to change the subject to one more insubstantial, but this gentleman seemed to think that I was a font of advice and was desirous of sharing it. So, after listening to him whine for several more minutes, I told him that perhaps their sex life had become rather boring.

"But we've had sex the same way for years and she always enjoyed it!" was his response.

"Did your wife's disinterest seem to happen suddenly or has her libido gradually waned?" I asked.

"Well ... I'm not sure...".

So not only was this person boring, but he was clueless. So I suggested the one thing that all Spankos offer to spice up lovemaking.

"Why don't you try spanking her," I said.

My lunch partner was aghast. "Won't that hurt her?" her asked.

"Probably," I responded, "but maybe she'll like it."

After a period of refreshing, if awkward, silence, during which he mulled over my advice, he hesitantly said that he might give spanking a try. Truthfully, I thought this guy was more likely to be spanked than to give a spanking, but I wanted to move the conversation past his problems, so I let it go. We finished our lunch and went our own ways.

Later that day, I related our conversation to Angela. "Good answer," was her response. I thought she was being sarcastic.

"No, seriously, Frank, that was a good answer. If this guy's wife is bored in bed, anything he does to take charge and change things up will probably turn her on."

A few days later, my friend called me to relate what had happened, even though I had forgotten about our earlier discussion and didn't really care anyway.

Apparently, when my he went home that night, he asked his wife to come to the bedroom where he wanted to talk to her. He nervously told her that she had been bad and he was going to spank her. He took hold of her arm and pulled her over his lap, then tentatively patted her bottom a couple of times. He then proceeded to confess that he was afraid that she wanted to leave him and that he'd do anything so that she'd remain his wife. This little whiny disclosure somewhat irritated his wife, who responded be telling him:

"Will you just stop your complaining and spank me already!!"

My friend reacted by whacking her butt, rather hard, several times. He said that he was shocked at his actions, and started to apologize when his wife said, "I dare you to try that again!" He took the dare.

To make a long story less long, they proceeded to engage in an exuberant, naked romp. Afterwards, he told her how much he admired his wife's red butt, and she admitted that she liked the warm feeling that remained on her cheeks. After some cuddling, they romped again. Now, he said, if either of them even hints at spanking, they both get so aroused that they practically run right to the bedroom.

I was going to tell him that it might be fun if they didn't bother with the bedroom, but I figured that I'd save that one for the next person who needed advice about their sex life.

Audrey Knight: Amber Pixie Wells learns a painful lesson in kitchen cleanliness!

Audrey Knight — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 11:07:21 +0000

Naughty Pixie finds herself red-bottomed and cleaning her mess!

As promised, the beautiful and sublimely spankable Amber Pixie Wells came back for a visit. We had a wonderful time, and she had no trouble making herself at home! In fact, when I had to go to the office for a few hours, Pixie found her unsupervised time the perfect opportunity to explore naughtiness in Audrey’s house… I don’t think she found it worth the reward!

Pixie was once again a pure delight to see and of course to spank. And WOW, can that girl take a hard spanking!

Pixie taking a VERY hard spanking with a wooden spoon!

More updates to come! Thank you all for following my progress.

Audrey Knight

Bratty's World: Valentine's Day!

Bratty's World — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 00:37:37 +0000

So...Valentine's Day was absolutely wonderful! after a lovely evening together we met up with a good spanking couple friends of ours for the fetish factory valentine's day ball! We had toiled for hours deciding on outfits, scouring the internet and local kink and mall gothic stores, as this was our first ever Kink event, as opposed to a strictly spanking event!

Nick opted for some faux leather pants with a ripped black and red mesh style shirt in long sleeves from the fetish factory website http://www.fetishfactory.com/ , paired with some Doc Martins, he looked absolutely amazing! I was really worried about him being comfortable in plastic pants and long sleeves but thankfully it was FREEZING that night so all was well! He looked absolutely amazing in his "scene gear" I never get to see him in tight pants!! , I could barely keep my hands off of him! I went with the blue plaid corset, black vinyl skirt, fishnet thigh-highs with a garter belt over red lacy undies, heels, and a little micro mini jacket from Eurotique http://www.eurotique.com/index.aspx ! I am really sad we didn't take pics but the wonderful photogs at fetish factory made sure to get us in a few!

We had some fun being amongst the few to play that night and as such the cameras came flying to the sound of smacks! It was a lot of fun and we are really enjoying taking part in the scene! Next up: SSNY/SSP Boardwalk Badness weekend http://www.boardwalkbadnessweekend.com/ in Atlantic City, New Jersey in April, than Florida Moonshine's http://floridamoonshine.com/ Tropical Beach party in Tampa area in June!

More to come!

hugs and spanks,
~bratty

The Looking Pond: Completely Vanilla post but has to be said...

The Looking Pond — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:27:00 +0000

DOUBLE GOLD FOR CANADIAN HOCKEY!!!!

YAHOOOO!!! *Happy Dance* Heart in the mouth both times but they pulled it off! Well done teams!

And for all you Americans out there, women and men: Damn your teams are good! Particularly the goalies! I'm really glad we won but it was so close it could have gone either way for a while. Congrats!

Off to watch the Closing Ceremonies!

*One more happy dance*

Stay safe everyone!