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I think the award goes to Mic Master for full length entries , nice amateur shit from ,QT ,Tyger ,Blackspanker ,big love for Laura in her old school stylee - Blessings to you all !
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Been doing really well in my communications class, this is my last week in this class...yaeeeee another three credits down! I think I will be passing this class with an A as well from the looks of these grades.Grade To Date: 99.62% All items are not graded View gradebook by: Unit | Item
Assignment Points Percentage of Final Grade
Earned to Date Percentage of Final Grade
Possible for Course
Course Home - Final Grade Excluded from Course Grade *Items not yet graded Not Included in Grade Not Included in Grade
- Week 1 - Post Your Introduction 2/2 2 % 2 %
- Week 1 - Discussion 1 4/4 4 % 4 %
- Week 1 - Discussion 2 4/4 4 % 4 %
- Week 1 - Assignment 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 2 - Discussion 1 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 2 - Discussion 2 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 2 - Assignment 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 3 - Discussion 1 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 3 - Discussion 2 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 3 - Assignment 4.75/5 4.75 % 5 %
- Week 4 - Discussion 1 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 4 - Discussion 2 5/5 5 % 5 %
- Week 4 - Assignment 10/10 10 % 10 %
- Week 5 - Discussion 1 *Items not yet graded *Items not yet graded 5 %
- Week 5 - Discussion 2 *Items not yet graded *Items not yet graded 5 %
- Week 5 - Final Paper --Items not yet entered *Items not yet graded 15 %
- Week 5 - Final Exam --Items not yet entered *Items not yet graded 10 %
Total 64.75%All items are not graded (of 65% Completed)
Grade To Date: 99.62%- guess I deserve a good girl spanking!
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Oh the weather outside is frightful,
And the paddle so delightful.
So we told the coach we won't play.
Gonna wait for a beautiful day.
Then he paddled us all severely.
And the swats get harder yearly.
But as long as we love it so,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
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It was a while since Catriona had been in this position, standing outside the headmaster's office however this time her trepidation was made worse by the sounds already emanating from there. She felt horribly guilty. Siobhan had made it to 18 without ever once having had to be sent to see Sir but now she was experiencing what Catriona had experienced on several occasions herself. Admittedly not since she was 15 but the memory was burned into her mind, not just her mind come to think of it.
Siobhan's yelps were now replaced by deep, wracking sobs. The five minutes later the door to Sir's study flew open and Siobhan ran out, pell-mell, tears flooding down her freckled cheeks and clutching the back of her school skirt. Now it was Catriona's turn.
Immediately she saw the cause for Siobhan's tears; Sir's leather tawse lay on his desk. Cat's buttocks clenches involunatarily.
"Shut the door Miss Molko and come here"
Head bowed, hands behind her back in a manner uncharacteristically meek, Cat stood in front of Sir.
"I've heard from Miss Huxtable that you have been cheating in class. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Cat thought it a bit rich him calling Siobhan passing her an innocent note with the answer to a quadratic equation "cheating". Merely a sharing of intelligence. She would have done the same had it been English, History or Languages after all.
"I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again" This was mumbled rather truculently. She was 18, not a child and she resented being spoken to like one.
"I should hope not. It should never happened in the first place. You know I take a very dim view of cheating even when it's a senior girl doing so. As such I am going to punish you in a manner you won't forget for a while. I know you are to blame so you will receive a more severe punishment than Miss Montgomery"
With that Sir sat down on that old familiar chair, high backed, without arms, the one every girl in the school thought of as "the spanking chair"
He took hold of Cat's arm and in one smooth movement brought her down over his knee and raised her uniform skirt. Although this had happened on several occasions, Cat blushed furiously. 18 was far too old to have her knickers on display. She sensed rather than felt Sir raise his hand high but felt all too definitely his hard hand descend on her bottom, one side then swiftly the other. Cat felt a warm glow spread across her bottom cheeks almost immediately as Sir repeated the process again...and again...and again.
After five minutes her bottom was distinctly smarting. Even though she knew what was coming next, she winced . Her blushing intensified as she felt her school knickers slide down baring an equally blushing bottom. Sir raised his hand....he was known for his hard spankings. anyone that ever found themselves in this position knew this. And as his hand rose and fell in rapid succession; Cat was reduced to her 15 year old self, yelping and wriggling and trying to avoid the smacks but such a thing was impossible.
Some of the smacks landed across both cheeks and this, if anything, hurt more. Some on the backs of her thighs and this made her squeal sharply. The crisp SMACKs resonated throughout the study. No longer senior girl and a prefect but a naughty little girl getting her bare bottom smacked.
Finally Sir stopped. Cat was ordered to get up, pull her knickers up and stand facing the fireplace, hands on her head. Sir returned to some urgent paperwork.
5 minutes later..."Miss Molko, come over to my desk please"
Cat turned and stood before it, suddenly fascinated by the floor, her shoes, anything
"Bend over please"
She leaned over the polished oak desk. Muscle memory is an odd thing because despite not having been punished for 3 years she automatically placed her hands and forearms on the desk and stuck her bottom out. Just as automatically, Sir, once again, raised her school skirt then picked up his tawse.
"I should not have to tawse a senior girl Miss Molko so I will make this a memorable experience for you. 12 over your knickers."
WHUMP!! The vicious leather tawse swung high and hit her right across her ill-protected bottom.
"One, thank you Sir."
The crisp SMACKs had been replaced with the muffled sound of leather on cotton.
"Two, thank you Sir"
Cat noted how much more the tawse hurt after a spanking. Despite her stout, school knickers she felt the old- fashioned and much-used school tawse further redden her already reddened behind. She remembered to count though, she didn't dare not.
Finally the twelve were over. Phew! But then, to her horror she felt Sir's fingers firmly grip the waistband of her knickers and down they came.
"No Sir, pleeeease"
She knew that her pleading was futile. she whimpered, she actually whimpered. She had never been given the tawse on the bare before. She didn't know of anyone who had. This was true enough. Sir hadn't bared a senior girl since about 1992 but Miss Molko needed a salient lesson in discipline.
"Be quiet you silly girl. Right, 12 on your bare bottom"
Cat winced as Sir placed the now hot leather against her trembling, bared bottom.
She howled as the tawse whistled through the air and painted a broad, dark red mark right across her already hot, sore bottom. She had never experienced anything quite so sore, well, once when her uncle, her legal guardian had taken the slipper and......
She was sobbing openly by the time the third stroke hit her upturned, frankly burning bottom. It felt as if someone had poured kerosene on it and lit a match! Her knees buckled by the fifth.
"Compose yourself girl. Now, get that bottom out"
Cat had no option but to obey. The muffled WHUMP replaced by a sharp CRACK!! The tawse will do that given the right circumstances.
Sir was as good as his word, 12 hard whacks later he stopped. He stepped back and admired his handiwork.
"Haven't lost your touch old chap" he chuckled to himself as he looked upon the girl's scarlet bottom. There was something satisfying after all about reducing this troublesome teen to a sniveling little girl courtesy of his trust old tawse.
She had to remain in position, humiliation upon humiliation, her bare bottom stuck right out. Desperate to return her knickers to a more traditional position but Sir was sat at the desk writing something on a piece of the school's impressive, headed paper. Finally she was allowed to stand. she immediately tugged up her knickers, her face screwed up as they suddenly felt overly tight and scratchy over her well leathered posterior.
Sir handed her the paper which she was allowed to read;
Dear Mr Hetherington (her uncle)
Today Catriona was caught cheating in maths class. As such, despite her seniority, she received corporal punishment in keeping with the school guidelines. She has received 12 strokes of the tawse on her bare bottom. I trust you will deal with her further. she is a bright girl who needs to know when she has crossed the boundaries of acceptable behavior within the school.
D Harding (Headmaster)
Cat looked first at the letter, then at the headmaster in horror. Didn't he realize what this would mean? Maybe he did. He knew that Cat's liberal parents were working in Dubai and he knew Mr Hetherington of old, his three daughters had been pupils and visible marks on their bottoms as they changed for PE had not been uncommon. He had no reason to think that the niece would escape similar chastisement
"You are to take that home and have it signed. I want it on my desk first thing."
Cat choked back a sob, nodded, "Yes Sir"
And with that she was allowed to leave. Severely punished despite her seniority. You can bet everyone in the school would know by the end of first class tomorrow. Cat looked at the letter and sighed. She put on her blazer and walked out into the late summer sunshine to face the music
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My previous blog was my opinion,which I do not apologise for. Unlike the Catholic Church I believe in freedom of speech but when I decided to enter into conversation with someone who left a two worded comment on my post ,I discovered that I was blocked. Why? I have no idea,I have never spoken to this person in my time on this site.
It seems a pity that some do fear freedom of speech! So to those who seem to think that blocking someone for expressing an opinion is right,without giving the right to reply ,well all I can say is that small mindedness seems to prevail...such a pity! Just hope that individual does not condone what was done to innocence in the name of the Church. Reply if you wish,I never block anyone!!!
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Here is a new pic from after yesterday's spanking. I don't know why it's up side Dow though. Lol
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A guy contacted me and said he was interested in spanking me. After an email or two, we arranged a date and time. I got to his place and after the usual small talk, he told me to strip down to my shorts. He looked me over and noticed I was semi hard. "We'll see if we can do something about that" he said as he grabbed my penis and gave it a stroke or two. He used numerous paddles over my briefs for the first few minutes. Wood and lexan paddles bounced off my ass. Then he pulled my shorts down and rubbed some aloe into my reddening butt. He made sure to cover the entire area including my crack. Then he had me bend over a chair with my shorts pulled down just below my cheeks. He used his hand for the next part and I never knew how strong the swat would be. Sometimes it was little more than a pat while others had the full force of his arm behind it. He rubbed more aloe onto my burning bottom which helped quire a bit. When he rubbed my ass, my dick started to swell. He had me totally remove my shorts and again brought out the paddles. I was still bent over that chair as one or two of my photos show. He laid into me with the paddles until I thought my ass was literally on fire. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he stopped and rubbed more lotion onto my ass, paying special attention to my crack and hole. When he told me to get up, I was rock hard. He put me over his lap and had me raise up a bit so he could start stroking my penis. He put more lotion on, and between his rubbing and stroking, I came within minutes. After I was finished, he wiped off his hand and gave me about 2 dozen more spanks. He then told me to get on my knees and service him. I started sucking and licking him, and he came in a few minutes. He rubbed some more lotion on my very red and sore ass, and with one final swat I was on my way home. I did not sit very well for the next few days, but enjoyed the experience!!
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I remember when I was in the 6th grade, I was over at a friends house, and we were playing school. There were 3 sisters who lived there, and I was friends with the youngest two.
They lived in a split level house, the basement was partially as a garage.
So there we were in the garage playing school,and the youngest one had red hair like me. She was pretending to be the teacher, and I was a student.
Well she suddenly asked to turn in my homework. I was like, "UM I don't have it". She said, "Oh really, well you know what that means". She walked over to a shelf and grabbed a ping pong paddle that looked like it had seen a few rounds, and then told me to bend over.
I did and grabbed my knees.
She started in and gave me about 5 swats. They stung a bit, as she wasn't really going all in on it.
I played my part and yelped and "OWW'ed" like it was really hurting.
Just seconds after that we heard her mom yell down the stairs, "Hey whats going on down there?" We laughed, as she said, "Ah, were just playing school."
Her mom than said, "Oh,ok"
After that, my friend said..." Ok now its time for recess" So we ran out into the field by their house.
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I posed this poll question over on iPUN. being there isn't a polling option here, we'll just have to do it in long form.
So heres the question:
Which is worse for you?
A- Having your bottom bared by the spanker
B- being told to bare by the spanker
There is no "C either", for the purpose that proper spankings are all done on the bare, and in the situation of preparing to spank, the spanker will choose which to do
Comment long or short, doesn't matter...what say you?
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This week I met up with a local lad who I'd met on another site. He wanted a spanking. As he is not far away I thought it was definitely worthwhile and it means I can get some practice in spanking others. We met in town and then went for a coffee, so we could have a chat and see if we felt comfortable. It was nice chatting, because as I'm sure you find as well, other people often share the same feelings or thoughts about spanking. It is always nice to hear that other people understand you, and we talked about how you don't know who else is into it (how many others in the coffee shop were meeting to spank each other?) and how people who are not into it don't get it.
Anyway I was quite happy he was safe to be hanging out with and so we went back to where he lived to have some fun. I felt quite comfortable there; the place was spotless and he likes animals as I do. So my new spankee has a responsible job and feels the need to get spanked in order to be submissive and give up that responsibility, which I am sure many people can relate to. He likes an assertive and dominating woman to tell him what to do, and to put him in his place with a good spanking.
I find it is hard to judge how hard to spank someone for the first time, so I did not want to over-do it, not that I'm that sure I could. I started with a spanking over his clothes, then underclothes, then of course gave him a spanking on his bare. I hoped that I was building up okay and had provided enough of a warm up to spank a bit harder. I then moved on to my hairbrush, which I consider quite evil as it can pack quite a sting. However, my new spankee was taking all I dished out very well, quite submissively, and without wriggling or crying out. In fact I was impressed and surprised how well he took it. I gave him as hard a spanking as I dared to, and harder I am sure than I give my current spanker friend. We went on for a while, and I paused a little in between to rub and make sure he wasn't bruising. I decided his behaviour deserved the belt, so I tried giving him a dozen strokes of my belt. Wish I'd tried my belt before though as it was useless, really. It's too thin and light to make any impression and I found it was hard to control. So next time I will make sure a thicker one is to hand so he can have a proper thrashing :-) I know as a spankee that not having the spanking you crave can be very disappointing so I wanted him to have enough. When we were finished he seemed satisfied and his bottom was a gorgeous red colour with heat coming off it, so I felt I'd made some impression. However, we had a chat afterwards (over a nice cuppa) and he said that he could have taken it much harder and clearly I think he would have liked more. The last woman who spanked him had spanked a lot harder, so she must have hands of steel! I was a bit disappointed I'd not been able to provide this for him but he seemed happy enough and as a first go, it's a learning experience for both of us, isn't it.
I would be very happy to spank him again and I do get into it when I am spanking; I find it very enjoyable. I hope that I can learn to spank harder, or there is the possibility of trying new implements. I thought he might like the wooden spoon as I know that is pretty hard too. So I hope that we will get to meet again, in the new year. I would like to give him another harder spanking and to get more into the dominant, assertive role, because it will be fun to tell him off and to tell him what to do. It's all good fun and I actually really enjoyed the day - shame I could not say what a nice day I'd had when my folks got home!
It's been a weird year for me, job-hunting and trying to decide what to do with my life, but exploring the world of spanking for the first time is the best thing I have done this year!
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I want to go home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!the weather is great, but I am missing so much more, thats one of the reasons I was smoking so much, just stressed and lonely here. I miss my family and friends....Florida is like a bad dream to me sometimes! I really miss the mill ! I miss the food we have in the midwest, they dont have here. I hate Floridas laws, and the fact they wont give me healthcare....wtf happened to obamacare? I guess Florida one of those states that wont cooperate! I miss home! sighs.................
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I was absolutely horrified,depressed and really angry yesterday to see that "Pope Francis" has been elected Person of the Year. What a disgrace in this day and age that a person who stands for so much corruption should be given this title! I mean there are thousands of people who go about their daily business everyday and put themselves in danger,help others, are there for others and do so much good,making a difference in other people's lives.
There are people sleeping on our streets everynight,people stuck in abusive relationships,children the victims of abuse ( alot of that abuse came from members of the Catholice Church);but there are also those who go that extra mile to help and take care of others. Why has People Magazine decided to ignore so many and instead choose to feed the over inflated ego of this guy? I think people seem to hold people like "Francis" in too much esteem and make these people believe that the sun,moon and stars shine from their own arses.
What exactly has "Francis" done? NOTHING. The Vatican is still one of the wealthiest nations on earth while people starve to death;the Vatican has protected the abusers while condemning the victims of abuse that took place in religious institutions in my country. Doubt "Francis" has a mortgage or has to worry about any bills coming through the letter box. It sickens me to see someone like that get this kind of recognition;okay you may say that there is good and bad apples in every walk of life but the Catholic Church seems to have enough bad apples to warrant the whole orchard being cut down. Their insaitable greed has been fed time and time again. The property alone that the Catholic Church in my country own,if sold, would feed most countries and free them of debt! In all this greed and in all this cover up of abuse...wonder where exactly does the "message" the Catholic Church,headed by "Francis" ,purports to live by come in. I for one will never buy People Magazine...never had anyway so I feel vindicated.
Sorry for the rant but bloody hell this really pisses me off. Let us stop feeding the egos of these type of people and instead keep pointing out to them where they are wrong...although "Francis" in his ivory tower probably doesn't give a shit about what you or I think! Just hope no one mentions this to me today while at work or I will explode ! aaaarrrggghhhh!!!!!!
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Today was the day I got my promised spanking... I was promised one a couple of weeks ago... If you remember from my last blog. I had told my spanker that I had considered meeting someone for the first time and had not discussed a safe word. Saying he was not happy is an understatement. So today's spanking started Otk... Directly on the bare... No warm up....! With the hand and ended up with the hairbrush and me promising never to even consider doing that again!! Yes, I was kicking and squirming... Sooo embarrassing.....
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(Author's note: I don't know if anybody is still interested in this story - I haven't exactly been inundated with queries as to when the next instalment was coming! Anyway, I hate unfinished works so here is the next bit, even if it is only for my vanity.)
Continued from Part Six, which is still hidden in the blogs somewhere.
The Queen surveyed the mess that had become her boudoir and called for her Chambermaids Rachael and Cynthia. They came in looking aghast at the scene before them. It looked like an Oxfordshire rubbish tip after Miss Boohoo had been spring-cleaning – not that Miss Boohoo ever did much in the way of cleaning, but you get the idea.
“Right you two,” barked the Queen. “Get this fucking mess cleaned up and then fetch my cane. I am going to teach you both a lesson this time. I pay you good money to keep this place tidy and just look at it! It’s a bloody tip!”
The two maids exchanged terrified glances. It wasn’t their fault, but neither dared contradict the Mistress or they would wind up being flogged in the castle dungeons. So they set to work as quickly as possible whilst the Queen sat and watched, a sadistic smirk on her face. Every so often she shot a malicious glare at the mirror, which pretended not to notice. But he was taking notice, because he loved seeing naughty chambermaids in black uniforms and white filly knickers, especially when the Queen was putting crimson stripes on their bums with a swishy cane.
Still strapped to the spanking bench, Snow White had no choice but to stare at the blank wall in front of her and wriggle uncomfortably whilst The Dwarves finished their evening meal, and then moved on to coffee and liqueurs. There must have been at least a dozen cane stripes biting into her arse. They throbbed and burned; Fartypants certainly knew how to use a cane alright.
It was very embarrassing having them gawp at her in such an unseemly manner, especially when they kept coming out with the wisecracks. She pulled on the handcuffs but they were tight – their prisoner was there for as long as was the Dwarves’ pleasure. She hoped they would let her go soon because she would was starting to need a piss.
Unfortunately, her trials and tribulations were set to continue for a while though. “Clammy” (the Dwarves’ pet Wolfhound), unable to control himself any longer, decided to take an active interest in the proceedings.
He padded up behind Snow White and began sniff around her arse, sticking his long rough tongue into places she would have rather he didn’t. Then, apparently deciding that more positive action was called for, he reared up, putting his two front paws on her back, and proceeded to engage in the kind of things that all randy sex-starved dogs tend to do whenever the opportunity presents itself. Snow White’s eyes assumed an expression of horror as she recognised the furry creature’s presence (it wasn’t the first time alas – the days in the cottage were long and boring) and she screamed as loud as the gag in her mouth would permit.
The dwarves rolled about with laughter.
“Oi Clammy! Leave her alone – you don’t know where she has been!” roared Fartypants amid the helpless giggling of his companions.
“Hey?” interceded Igor, (he was one of the illegal immigrants staying with them). “Why your dog is called such an idiotic stupid name? In Russia we give our dog strong name like Fuckoff and Pissoff. Is good yes?”
“It’s short for Chlamydia.” replied Fartypants. “It’s just about the only STD he hasn’t caught yet! But it looks as though he is doing his best to rectify that now.”
“Mmmmmmph! MMMMMPHH!” gurgled Snow White, her eyes bulging!
“HA! HA! HA!” roared the Dwarves in unison.
Having thrashed her hapless chambermaids until their little pink bottoms were covered in thick crimson welts, the Queen turned her attention to what needed to be done about Snow White. She had reached the limits of her own ingenuity ; it was time to bring in the heavy artillery. Her hand hovered over the cover to the red telephone which would summon the kingdom’s very own bespoke superhero. (or to be precise – super-heroine, for the personage in question was none other than the indescribably awful Miss Boohoo herself!)
The Queen hesitated. Was this a wise move on her part? There was no doubt that Boohoo would get the job done, but her methods were often outrageous, and the end results unpredictable. It could all so easily backfire, with disastrous consequences.
But there was no choice was there? Desperate situations needed desperate measures. Lifting the phone cover, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, lifted the handset and dialled 99999.
Within milliseconds there was a blinding flash and a bang; a puff of smoke appeared beside her bed. From out of the fog swayed a very, very unsteady Miss Boohoo.
Alas, she had been drinking in the Red Lion Tavern since lunchtime (having been ejected from the Blue Boar earlier on in the day) and she was almost paralytic as a result. She could “hold” her drink well of course – but only for long enough to pour it down her throat.
“Heyyyy Queenie! You called Me? Washa matter Poppet? Tell yer old mate Boobs all about it?”
"Queenie" looked aghast at the dishevelled figure before her in sheer unadulterated horror, burying her head in her hands. The alarm bells in her head started ringing. Oh God, what had she done?
At the cottage meanwhile, Snow White was hopping mad. The dwarves crockery was being hurled about in all directions, in-between pauses to wipe the evidence of Chlamydia’s unwelcome attentions from her thighs.
“You evil fucking bastards!” she screamed, slinging a china teapot at Fartypants’ head. Fortunately it missed, and broke the window behind him instead. “What the fuck did you do that for?” She aimed a kick at the dog, catching it square in the bollocks. It squealed pitifully and collapsed in a heap on the kitchen floor.
“Now hold your horses,” said Fartypants crossly. “We were only teaching you a lesson. If you had done as you were told, then none of this would have been necessary would it?”
If looks alone could kill, then the big dwarf would have been rendered a smouldering corpse. But Snow White considered the position and scowled sulkily.
“Suppose not!” she admitted grudgingly. “I have been a “bit” naughty. I did deserve to be a bit punished, now that you mention it. I won’t do it again Sir – biggest best-est promise!”
But …. she was careful to keep the hand with the crossed fingers, firmly hidden behind her back as she said it.
Back at the Castle, Boohoo outlined her fiendish plan to the Queen, who was doing her best not to recoil from the drink-fuelled breath that engulfed her. She didn’t know – it all sounded plausible enough. Fool proof … almost.
“Are you sure nothing can go wrong?” she asked cautiously. “Are you sure that Snow White will take the bait?”
Miss Boohoo tossed her head imperiously to one side, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Coursh it will Poppet!” she slurred. “Thish is me we are talking about. I aint no fucking amateur!”
She burped loudly, lost her balance, and slumped down into an armchair.
The Queen was not so sure. It all sounded okay, brilliant in fact, but somehow she could not shake off the feelings of deep misgiving.
In the corner of the room, her mirror also had his doubts. Having the magic gifts of televisual surveillance as well as amazing powers of foresight, he could (and had) witnessed the disgraceful antics of Miss Boohoo on Saturday nights from the safety of the castle. It was time to make himself scarce.
He surreptitiously logged on to the internet travel agency and booked a long holiday in the Palace of Versailles. There was a big hall of mirrors there where he could hide from the fallout, should it become necessary. It seemed like the sensible thing to do. There was nothing breakable remaining in the Queen’s boudoir now but him, and it was a most uncomfortable feeling!
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All in all, a productive few days. My very nice disciplinarian from Cumbria got back in touch and suggested a get together when back in the UK. We chatted on Skype and he showed me his new cane (36" 12mm) and the damage it could do to a cushion (never in my life have I envied soft furnishings until that moment)
He favours a mixture of roleplay and "real" discipline as do I. And there's no erotic element to it. Again, I prefer this as I can get "the other" elsewhere. He suggest I write him a couple of scenarios as I had the last time we met. I thought the muse had escaped me but it came back in full-force. Just needed a little encouragement obviously. Let's just say that I'm in for an especially sore bottom when I get back!
One of the things that surprised me was that this man is one of the only people to ask me how I actually, really deep down felt about my son going to uni and my ten year relationship with the love of my life imploding. Most people I know have simply preferred not to ask or pry too deeply. What's more, he listened.
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Why is it that some people, not think they have the right to criticize others for their hobbies both online and off? I'm not going to pretend to be innocent because I have done it myself.I guess my question falls to the subject of why people do what the do I don't pretend to understand why, but I won't criticize anyone for any beliefs they have.I ask this question because I genuinely want to educate myself about everything I don't quite understand.
(I hope that didn't sound rude.)
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The wooden hairbrush has two practical uses, the bristle side to be used on her silken locks, and the harsh, wooden side to be used on her sexy,, voluptuous seat of learning.
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It's strange being in a foreign land with foreign customs this time of year. Despite the snow, it doesn't feel like the festive season but then every Brit knows it doesn't start until Noddy Holder announces "It's CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAS!" (clear)
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