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Since tomorrow is often a travel day, let's start early.
American is a young country relatively speaking so while we can't go too far back in history, we do have Thanksgiving, a celebration uniquely ours. The story simply told is that on the first Thanksgiving some of the country's earliest colonists celebrated the survival of that beginning settlement with a harvest feast. They invited the local Indians who taught them much and helped them get a foothold. Every year since, we've been getting together with family and friends to express our gratitude for what we have, be it a lot or a little. Macy's has a parade and Santa Claus officially comes to town. The women cook and exchange recipes. The men watch football. The children sit at a table all their own, "the kid's table" most of remember from days of old along with those finger tracing turkeys we made in school.
Just for fun and to get in the spirit of things let's celebrate with songs that say thanks. Here are two from me, the first with a bit of international flavor and the second very much American:
!. "Danka Shoen" - Dame Shirley Bassey
(Dame Shirley who was born in Cardiff, Wales is probably most noted for her famous rendition of "Goldfinger." Here it is from her 1974 appearance in London's Robert Albert Hall,
2. "Thanks for the Memory" - Bob Hope and Shirley Ross
You don't get much more American than this,
If you can't think of a song, just adapt one for today. Twist the title a bit like, "I Just Called to Say I Thank You." *groan* Actually, you can give any number of examples of giving thanks in popular culture such as Scarlett O'Hara on her knees at Tara, "I'll never be hungry again." Okay, that one's a stretch but this is supposed to be fun and that's the whole point.
If you still can't think of one, that's okay, too. Enjoy the selections of others and leave a memory of your own like the year Aunt Millie dropped the turkey and the dog got it. At this point, Uncle Hank grabbed the dog and said, "Just wash it off!" But that's a whole other story...
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My parents always had the best advice. So when they spoke to me, I always had an open ear. I remember one thing in particular my mother told me growing up. She said to me, "Son, no matter what you do in life, strive to be the best at it. Even if you are going to be a garbage man, be the best garbage man the city has to offer". Being at a young age, I thought the idea of becoming a city garbage man was funny as hell. I was not seeing the bigger picture she was trying to paint for me. As I got older in age, I began to realize what she was trying to tell me.
When I started on the journey into the world of alternate lifestyles, I had not one clue of what I wanted to do or who I wanted to be. All I knew is that I had a thing for spanking and that was about the extent of things. My knowledge of spanking was purely discipline style. You know, that old school "Imma take my belt off and wear your ass out" style. I had no clue there was anything else to all of this. In the beginning, I did nothing but discipline sessions as this was all I knew.
For those of you that don't know, I have had previous pages before this one. With those pages were different videos that you do not see today. Not because I am ashamed of them. But, simply because I feel that I have evolved greatly since those earlier days. I remember exactly when my evoltuion started. I woke up one morning to an inbox from someone here on ST I never thought I would talk to. He complimented my videos and told me to start watermarking them. I asked why and he told me people used to steal his videos all the time and place them on other sites. Not knowing how to watermark a video, we began contact by phone. To be honest, this man was somewhat of a celebrity to me. I had watched damn near his whole catalog of videos and was always on the lookout for the next one. I didn't just watch his videos, I STUDIED them. Not because I wanted to be like him but, because I considered him the best at what he does and wanted to learn. Everytime on the phone with him was a learning experience. He would answer every question I had and with great detail to make sure I understood what he was teaching me. I quickly began to see this man as my mentor and teacher. He pretty much took me under his wing as a student and, MORE IMPORTANTLY, as a friend. Each time we hang out, he never misses an opportunity to teach me something new. In the video shoot we did together with Meela, he says "anymore questions?" at the end of a single tail whipping. That is because it was a demonstration to teach me.
The person I am referring to is Niko. I have learned in life, if you want to be the best, surround yourself with the best. I have also learned, when someone takes the time out of their day to teach you something, LISTEN. Over the past few years Niko has shown me the world of spanking that I never knew and I greatly appreciate him for that. The times that he answers a question and gives me understanding when he really doesn't have the time to. The time he takes to teach me the techniques and skills I need to be better at what I do. And even the criticsm he gives me when I need to do something better. He has helped me to take my own style and make it better.
In summary, I want to take the time to thank Niko for helping me to evolve into the person/spanker that I am today. Definitely a LARGE amount of credit goes to him. And it is because of him that I am very versatile in my styles and can administer the spankings that I do today. Big props to you bro. Thanks for all the advice and teachings you have given and continue to give. And last but DEFINITELY not least, thanks for the friendship!!!!
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I got a comment once from a viewer critic who said my videos cost too much and that he never pays for videos anyway. First, I don't accept criticism from someone about my videos, good or bad, if they haven't laid down money for the video anyway. That's how it's always been. When you see a critic review a film they didn't get in free, they paid like everyone else. That's what makes their view important or honest, because they paid like everyone else did.I've gotten tired of cheap shot comments on here from rude people who are getting something for free but feel the need to be rude anyway. It's like my mother used to say, "If you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all."At first it was fun sharing video shorts on here from my videos, over 100 now, but I started taking them down when I realized it wasn't worth the trouble. I've put the remainder on private status and will remove all of them except one so I can keep my name here. I know that if I deleted my account some jerk out there would start an account with it.
One last thing. I'm also tired of the stupid pop ups on this site and that in the almost 4 years I've been on this site showing my video clips, Spank Her 4 Real Videos is still not listed on the home page of this site along with all the other spanking video companies, amateur, professional or otherwise. So that gets me to thinking Spankingtube.com has a special relationship with other companies or they are just simply ignoring my requests to be on the list. Anyway, I'm pretty much done here. If you want to see my videos they're available, but nothings free anymore.
The hell with it. I'm taking them all off now.
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What a difference a day makes. Confessed the error of my ways yesterday after a little lie. Now in big trouble on Friday night. Going to receive a hard and long spanking. No mercy. Do the crime do the time. I know it wont be easy as I got a similar trashing eighteen months ago for a similar offence. Do i deserve it? I reluctantly would have to say I do. That doesn't mean It won't hurt like hell. The anxiety is building. What will I be like by Friday? I won't sit comfortably for probably a week after. I hope I learn my lesson this time.
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so jetzt werde ich mich erstmal wie ein Engel benehmen damit meine blauen Flecke mal wieder weg gehen können :P
Seit ihr auch alle schon so in Weihnachtsstimmung wie ich ???
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Sue administered a superbly applied 30 swat blistering with the Poplar Blister Paddle....but due to my lack of attention to detail, did not turn camera on to record. I am well blistered, after pic in my photos. As soon as my butt is ready, Sue will re-do it, plus an extra 6 with the Board. I can assure you, I will make sure camera on this time! Peace, Tony
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I have just been informed by my disciplinarian that I will be receiving two spankings in one day. I have been doing sessios with him because I want to lose some weight. He has been helping me with my goals. I not only lost weight this week, but gained 3 pounds! :( He was so pissed that he told me that I would be receiving TWO punishment spankings in one day. I really must have messed up!!!
And to make matters worst, he bought some new implements that he's itching to try so consider my ass toast!!
I hate disappointing myself and my disciplinarian. He will really beat my ass this time. Wish me luck!
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Goodmoaning Spankos! just poppin in real quick to say hello when I really need to be working on this paper thats due today! havent had much maintenance lately so i guess that contributes to my procrastination, that and thoughts of what i am going to do for the holidays. I was supposed to go to illinois to see my sons but idk if im still going because of obligations and if i do go i will have to get a loan to go ugh!!! anyway i should have been started on this paper, but I'm pretty pissed off and I guess I'm in FUKIT mode right now! hope everyone has a better day than me because i have to get started on this paper and turn it in before midnight. Just seems like everybody wants me to do what they want and screw what I want but whatever fukit! have a nice day everyone xoxoxo TyGrr
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Well looks like most people on here are into making friends and contact and of course exchange thoughts on this kink.
When it comes to ME, some people think I'm here for
- fulfilling their needs by providing a free service of cyber spanking
- spending my time writing messages back and forth with no other
purpose but to make them cum
- being there WHENEVER they need to jerk off and ask me for "help" to
- serving like a prostitute but without the pay
"I need a spanking... how would you spank me... please I need to go over your lap..."
You know how lame that is?! Especially when you get like 20 messages of this kind a day?
You want that kind of stuff? Go to liveJasmine.com.
But hold on, you won't cause they make you PAY for that crap!
Seriously, I've had it with that needy bullshit!
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I should be writing part IV of my fantasy but I am too darned in need of a spanking! I DON'T WANNA WRITE IT, I WANNA ACT IT OUT!!!
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I much prefer to receive paddlings nude. Not embarassed, humiliated, or feel more vulnerable when I'm naked for paddling. I am comfortable in my own skin, and it just seems right that I present, not just my bare butt, but myself as I am. Explained this to Sue...and from now on, all the paddling posted here will be done with me naked...YAY! Hope y'all enjoy that..he-he-he...I know you will! Peace, Tony
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I went to the barber one day one day,
I went to the barber one day.
He really got angry, hooray hooray,
He really got angry, hooray.
I told him to skip the shampoo shampoo,
I told him to skip the shampoo.
He spanked me so hard that I cried, boo hoo.
He spanked me so hard, boo hoo hoo.
I waited a week to go back go back,
I waited a week to go back.
I asked him to marry me, whack whack whack.
I asked him to marry me, whack.
Do you take this spanko? I do I do.
Do you take this spanko? I do.
And never again was I blue blue blue,
And never again was I blue.
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After finishing the punishment with the "Board", today, realized she had not used the "Poplar Blister Paddle" for the 6 penalty swats. "May I have a dozen swats with it later?" Sue said,"Make it 20!" Before I realized this was not the best idea, "Twenty? Why not make it thirty?" She said that would be fun for her, she almost felt sorry for me. It will be posted here, in a close up view, if I get it right, my butt will about fill the frame, should give a close up of what is happening to my butt. A 30 swat blistering, FAR worse than 20 swats, seems to go on forever, and she is gonna be laying it on to the best of her ability. Hope y'all enjoy the vid!
Sue administered this one for uploading videos without permission, was pissed about the one with her in panties. She really laid the "Board" on me too. All I could handle, and then some, each swat. Due to misunderstanding, the 6 extra swats given with the "Board" also. Hope you enjoy. She feels I should not be nude for uploaded vids, so was wearing thong.
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Have you been in a relationship before with domestic discipline? I was asked this question by a friend of mine on this site. It was such a good question that I asked if I could use it as a topic for one of my blog posts. I am interested in hearing your thoughts on this.
But before I ask for your input I figured I would share my experiences in this area.
I have been in a relationship where some spanking was part of the relationship. It was mostly in the bedroom and not really to the level or intensity that I do with others. It might be because of the familiar nature of the person and it being a relationship that causes the discipline sessions to be different for me. I am sure it is different for others since there are many types of relationships.
For me I do have someone I play with on a regular basis and we are kinda friends outside the discipline aspect of our playing. But it is not the same as a relationship, we are both not looking to hook up with each other. However the discipline sessions can be quite intimate and we do care for each other. Myself - I like to separate the relationship from the bedroom / game playing so I too look for an equal on certain levels and a “bottom”/”submissive” in the bedroom with intimacy.
I would love to hear other people’s thoughts on the topic.
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As some of you may know, I'm very fond of poetry - so this is one I really like. Even though it's off-topic, I hope you enjoy it (I don't post poems very often)!!
The author is Rainer Maria Rilke (I have blogged some of his writings before).
YOU WHO NEVER ARRIVED
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start.
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods -
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house -, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
P.S. The poem is meant to be single-spaced and with a double space after the line "you, who forever elude me", but for some reason, I always have to double space to make a new line. Any advice there?
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Da veryBadGirl zur zeit Stubenarest hat, mit Pc ( Internet) und TV Verbot. Sich natürlich nicht daran gehalten hat. Gab's gestern erst was mit dem Kabel und anschließend um sicherzustellen, dass sie es verstanden hat, tanzte auch noch der Rohrstock auf ihrem Hintern.
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What follows is the account of my first experience with being spanked to tears. Please read, enjoy, and comment if you'd like. ~Leigh
I love lying in his bed. It is the most comfortable bed I have ever been in. It's comfort is part physicality...the perfect blend of supportive firmness, with a surface soft enough to sink into, making me feel cradled in a deeply nurturing way. The total peace and safety of his bed is almost magical...I imagine it's the way a baby bird feels in it's nest; totally unaware of the world that spins beyond its borders. The other part of this deep comfort lies in the fact that it is HIS bed...and that I am with HIM and my heart is at home.
I am lying on my stomach and he is sitting by my side. Suddenly, and without warning, his fingers are inside the waistband of both my pajama pants and panties. In a single, fluid motion he pulls them to my knees. This is not the slow, sensual method of being bared before him that I am used to, but rather, there is a deliberate forcefulness in the gesture. Not rough or cold...but forceful. At once, I begin to feel a submissive calm start to rise in me. Inwardly, I smile and begin wondering to myself, what this will mean? Of course, I knew he was going to spank me...but to what extent? A nice firm hand spanking perhaps? Or maybe, like times past, it would be some light loving smacks, that sting but don't burn, and gentle stroking while we lie with one another and watch TV. All of this could then lead to any number of wonderful things. The best part is....I. Don't. Know.
I watch as he moves with purpose to the corner of the room where the implements are stored. He reaches...and then he turns. My insides begin to tumble and quake when I see the strap in his hands. A single strip of leather...smooth and black, attached to a sturdy handle. It's the kind of thing designed to fully capture one's attention. He comes back to my side and stands by the edge of the bed. I feel him lay the strap against my skin, and begin to rub it gently over my bottom. The cool flexibility of the leather is a relatively new sensation, and I feel my nerve endings come alive in anticipation. I close my eyes as he glides it across me, subconsciously dulling one sense to enhance another. He's letting me feel it...letting my nervousness build. I lay in wait for the first strike of the strap to land against me...but it does not come, not yet. Instead, he places the strap on my bottom, letting it lie right across the middle of my cheeks. He leaves it laying there, balanced atop the supple mounds of flesh that I have given him for his pleasure, and as a display of my affection and trust. In an instant I become completely motionless. All of my instincts tell me to squirm, as I'm just beginning to detect the mood of his dominance...but I don't. Although no words were spoken I have the clear impression that both I and the strap should remain just where he left us. I have been effectively anchored to his bed by profound respect and a piece of leather weighing no more than a pound.
I watch as again he moves to the corner, and feel the steady drumming in my chest quicken just a bit as he turns to face me again, and I can see the belt dangling from his strong hands. Suddenly the realization that this is not fun time, or sexy time begins to really hit home. This is about me and him...it's about a time for him to display his dominance and for me to give him my submission. I'm starting to think that this will be a time of testing, a time of growth and the stretching of limits.
To be honest, I don't remember if he spoke. I don't think he did, but if so, any words were lost in the intense energy that was building in the room and the submissive glaze that was beginning to swirl about at the backs of my eyes. What I do remember is the first crack of leather against unprotected skin. This first stroke was intense, but not unbearable. But knowing how my Sir builds intensity over the course of his lessons, it did set a benchmark...he had something to say. Again, he swings the strap down, and already I feel whimpers rising from my chest. Then he lays the strap down and picks up the belt. The first swing of his belt seems a relief, because the sting is less intense. But by the time he has landed a few lashes in succession, I remember the deep respect I have for his belt, and why. Then he switches back to the sharper sting of the strap. He keeps this pace for a bit, alternating back and forth between the belt and the strap. Every time I part my lips for air, a yelp or cry involuntarily comes tumbling out, and he continues on. Then, all of a sudden, my world goes into slow motion...
The strap comes blazing down. When it lands it is as if the entire length of it is made of fire. I notice the way the feel of it is sharp and seems to land deeper inside me...but then spreads out on the surface of my skin. The heat builds and builds with each stroke so that I have no choice but to squirm. My legs, my arms...every appendage that I have wishes to fold backwards behind me to protect my bottom from the searing heat of the leather. And yet my devotion and my trust keep me as still as I can manage.
As my whipping continues I begin to notice a distinct awareness rising from somewhere in my belly...somewhere near my core. It is a strange sensation...and it seems that with each lash of the strap I'm driven closer and closer to it, until finally, with a couple of white-hot whips of leather it comes into full view...
It is...a wall. The wall. The wall that I know I do not need with my Sir but have been unable to let down. It is the wall I have wanted to tear down, but have been unable to find. And now here I am...my Sir has called it forth in me and it is mine to face...but ours to conquer. I realize that the destruction of this wall will make me more vulnerable, more real than I have ever been before. I realize that it means losing that last tiny shred of control that I've been selfishly keeping for my own. As he continues my chastisement I stare down the thing I want to destroy but don't know how to let go of...and panic sets in. I begin to beg...and I mean really beg for him to stop. Of course my bottom is a fiery blaze of reddened flesh...but I don't beg because of the pain. I'm begging because I'm afraid...I'm afraid of really losing control. I'm afraid of being so bare without the protection I've built within me. With my begging I start to scramble, but quickly feel the firm pressure of his hand in the small of my back holding me in place, and I know then that he isn't going to let me back away from it...not this time. The sensation that I initially felt rising from my belly has made it's way through my chest and is now tearing at my throat, begging to be freed. He begins to bring the strap down with more determination, and after a few more strokes, I finally surrender.
I open my mouth and a great heaving sob rises forth from me, like billowing smoke from a fire. Tears...real tears...long over due, come streaming down my face. For the briefest second I marvel at them in all their salty splendor...and then I am overtaken by relief that they are leaving me. My body begins to soften as I give myself over completely in tearful submission to him. My Sir does not stop immediately, but rather gives me just a few more lashes. This gives me time to get my head and my heart around what I'm feeling...and I find that being spanked while tears flow from my eyes is cleansing in a way that nothing else is. Over and over I cry out in relief, and gratitude and humbled devotion.
It was then that the most magical thing of all happened. My Sir laid down that strap...and he reached for the woman that had been reduced to a sobbing little girl. He slid his arms up under me, and pulled me tight against him. I felt the warmth of him as his loving arms enveloped me. I, in turn, clutched at him...eager to hold on. The hands that had just been so firm and determined now stroked my hair and soothed me. While he rocked me gently in his arms he encouraged me to let go of the tears that had been poisoning me. I buried myself in his chest wanting never to leave the strong safety of his arms. I had never felt closer to him than I did in that moment....it was as if the intertwining of our spirits had become tangible. He had believed in me and pushed me beyond where I thought I could go. He had helped me face my fear and deepened my submission. He had done it for me, and for him. He had done it with firmness...and with pure...unfettered...love.
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A couple of months after my girlfriend, who I will refer to by the name Regina, and I got together I confided in her my desire to be spanked. At first Regina was understandably hesitant, she had never spanked someone before. The thought of spanking me caused her to fear hurting me so as a result my ass never got darker than a shade of pink. You can probably imagine how annoying that was for me. You see, gentle reader, when I get spanked I’m not satisfied until my tushy is on fire, and I’m kicking my feet like a little girl. Not having that need fulfilled nearly drove me mad. Sure I could spank myself but much like masturbation it’s nowhere as good as what you want. So I gently guided her into it as best I could. Before long she could spank me without the nagging fear of causing me unwanted harm. Now I told you that to tell you this…
Today marked the day Regina and I acquired our first genuine leather, high-quality, riding crop. I was incredibly excited to put it to get use, needless to say I didn’t have to wait long. When Regina got home from work I gleefully showed it to her. Plucking the crop from my hand within seconds Regina gave it a few practice swings while a sinister glint emerged in her hazel eyes. Before I knew what was going on I wasdragged into the bedroom by my hair. When we got into the room I was forced to bend over the edge of the bed my skirt flipped up and my panties pulled down. I felt Regina slowly stroke my bottom with the riding crop before striking my flesh with a quick snap of her wrist. At first her swats were slow, however like an orchestra conductor she picked up the tempo until she was all but making my ass bounce. Thirty minutes and a sore ass later Regina ordered me fully onto the bed with my legs spread. Needless to say I complied without much hesitation. When I got situated (which hard to do with your ass on fire) she began gently swatting my clit just hard enough to nearly carry me over the edge. Just as I was on the threshold of a mind blowing orgasm she stopped. Regina climbed on top of me then kissed me lightly on the cheek before telling me that we were going to go see Mockingjay Pt. 1 and I needed to be in the car in 2 minutes. Regina proceeded to jump off me and skip out of the room with the most wicked smile I’ve ever seen leaving me a frustrated mess. I could barely focus through the damn movie and Natalie Domer's sexy ass did not help matters.
Thankfully, when came home she more than made up for the earlier orgasm denial. Which is good because I'm pretty sure I was going to implode like the event horizon of collapsing star. Lucky for me, Regina doesn't let me stay frustrated for very long
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I'm a little nervous and VERY excited. I've never been to anything like this before - hope it's as much fun as I've heard. The lady who spanked me in the pictures I posted recently is hosting the party, so at least I'll know one person there. Wish me luck - hoping to meet some new friends.