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clg0413's avatar

Views: 469 · Added: 36 days ago

An example of equality for all to achieve.

Have a great day, C

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Views: 386 · Added: 36 days ago

‘Ricky, I think we’re ready, shall we begin’
The Sentence
I was secured, locked down, any opportunity for movement restricted by the heavy leather straps firmly and competently fastened around my ankles and wrists.
I became conscious of my position, the lack of protection, my vulnerability exacerbated by the flimsy material of my briefs which had ridden up as I had been placed over the bench and which now fully exposed my silky cheeks to her attention. I could feel her presence, behind me;
My ‘Tutoress’, My ‘Governess’, My ‘Miss’
Her voice was soft but sharp as a knife, ‘Do you know the meaning of judicial corporal punishment Ricky’, accentuating the word judicial. I did know, but I found it impossible to collect enough words to form an intelligent response, ‘No Miss’ I replied, it was easier. ‘Well my little Ricky it’s the administration of physical punishment, severe physical punishment, resulting from a sentence established through guilt in a court of law’. The words bounced around in my head as the gravity of the situation truly sank in, I flexed against the restraints in some feeble attempt at release as she continued, ‘In this case, your guilt was proven unilaterally by Emma in accordance with her law, the sentence however has been determined by me, in line with my law, do you understand’? I did understand, I understood fully. Choked by fear I again responded weakly, ‘Yes Miss, I understand’.For many months, possibly years I have been disrespectful and deceitful to Emma, never unfaithful, that I could never be, but if I had been a child, you would have labelled me as just inherently naughty, a trouble maker. Emma disciplines me frequently, across her lap to be spanked or paddled and when truly deserved, bent over for the cane. On numerous occasions she has sent me away for ‘correction’, but to date, I have never received a beating that has changed my behavioural focus or moral compass. As I lay shackled over the punishment bench, now, in real time, waiting, waiting, I knew that what I was to receive shortly would have that lasting effect, a level of permanency and deep down I was terrified.
Ricky, you are to receive three dozen strokes of the cane, that is the sentence however, the severity is in your control, you will count each stroke once it has been administered, if you miss one, I will return to the start, if you cry I will return to the start and increase the severity accordingly, do you fully understand the rules Ricky’. My heart sunk, ‘Yes Miss’, my acknowledgement was at best, pathetic.I could sense her to my left side. She rested the tip of the cane gently on the back of my neck and ran it slowly down my back until it reached the waistline of my briefs. She was now behind me, the cane skimmed my inner thigh and I felt it brush its way down the inside of my leg until it reached the heavy leather shackle at my ankle. She brought the cane back up my other leg, moving it smoothly, pausing every now and again to apply a sharp tap until she reached my private. She guided the cane beneath the elastic of my briefs and I felt its diameter invade me, caress me. She moved the cruel instrument back and forth, softly teasing, gently tempting, but I knew that the sense of arousal I was experiencing would be short lived once the her work began.The Tutorial
As expected, my sexual awakening was lost instantly as I heard the cane being tested. Over the years I have heard the distinctive ‘swish’ of a descending cane many times, but this one sounded different, unusual, unique, perhaps a product of its unyielding properties.
It began,
‘Remember the rules Ricky count them for me’.
I felt the cane across both cheeks, lined up, measured, it rested lightly for a split second and then it was gone, replaced by a brief period of calm before its furious descent. I heard the cane as it sliced through the air to meet its target. As the cruel rod carved its name into my soft skin an unbearable wave of pain washed over my body and my lungs emptied. As I gained breath I remembered the rules and feebly managed to utter ‘One’. ‘Good boy Ricky, but I can hardly hear you. I think you should try that again’? With my breathing partly restored, I again counted ‘One’.
After just one stroke, my cheeks were on fire, the pain excruciating but I could again feel the cane resting across my bottom for the next. My body tightened as I sensed the cane as it rose to its apogee and then, the sirens yet again sang their song of fire. The stroke landed with deadly accuracy and in anticipation I managed just to control my breathing, my reaction. The pain was agonising, sudden and complete, ‘Two’ I cried out, the agony evident in my tone. ‘Well done Ricky, this is a good start yes’?
Four then came in quick succession with the bite of each stroke fusing with the next to form a continuous stinging, like a swarm of ants ruthlessly attacking their prey. ‘Three, four, five, six’ my counts came at sufficient volume to avoid any possible confusion, I made sure of that.
I would not give her the pleasure of my failure.
A warm sweat had now taken hold of my body and in response to the agonising torture my cheeks were now shaking uncontrollably, as if in some strange form of spasm.
It went quiet, too quiet, I raised my head to investigate but the restraints limited my movement. Then she was in front of me and I felt the pressure of the cane tip under my chin as she lowered herself until we were face to face. ‘Are you focused now Ricky, we’ve quite a way to go yet haven’t we’? I was embarrassed by my inability to respond, beaten already after only six strokes.
She moved out of my view and again I heard the distinctive song of the rattan being tested. ‘The next twelve now Ricky, remember the rules, count them clearly’.
The strokes came quickly, each one raining down on my cheeks, each one testing my pain threshold. As each stroke landed she maintained the cane in place, applying pressure. I could feel the welts starting to rise and a tightness wrapping itself around my entire bottom. My counting was clear, my concentration acute.
I would not give her the pleasure of my failure.
She paused briefly to inspect her work and gently ran her fingers over the livid tramlines she had laid across me. I could feel her polished nails as sharp as needles.
Shall we get back to it Ricky, a little harder now I think’.
I had no time to respond before the next stroke landed.
The beating continued, stroke followed stroke, a brief respite between each as she studied her work and lined up the next to ensure no part of my cheeks escaped the fierce lash of the vicious rod.
But then there was a new sensation, she positioned the cane across the top of my thighs, just below my cheeks, a virginal area which up to this point had escaped her pitiless torment. In surreal time-lapse, I was certain I heard an exhalation of breath, a sign of the force used by the driver of the cane. It struck home, my back arched and my wrists and ankles strained, cutting against their captors, I cried out, genuine, the pain was intense and seemed to increase in intensity as the cane rested against my punished bottom, ‘twenty five’.
Six strokes in total were laid across the back of my legs, six brief episodes of agony which merged together in an orchestra of pain. My body slumped over the bench, my wrists and ankles relaxed, I had no energy left, my eyes were full, I was actually crying, ‘thirty’.
I will not give her the pleasure of my failure.
Her soft palm caressed my swollen cheeks; the tenderness of my inflamed skin was intense. From the waist down I was shaking as her hands moved to the back of my legs and across the angry weal’s she had just crafted onto my smooth flesh. ‘Mmmm, I am pleased with this Ricky, Emma will be very happy, but I think another six will help to ensure her satisfaction, what do you think Ricky’? ‘No, Miss, please’ I sobbed ‘I have been punished enough, please no more’!
The cane resumed its work as she returned to her mission, the strokes landed centrally across my bottom but there was no intensity to the pain. I was aware that the sharp ‘crack’ of the cane which punctuated the initial strokes had now been replaced by a ’thud’, dull and lifeless as my cheeks resisted the rattans brutal intent. My reaction to the strokes had also diminished and in response she increased the severity applying all the effort she could amass, but to no effect, I was now beaten. I counted the last six out loudly finishing at ‘thirty six’.I had not given her the pleasure of my failure.
The Release
Part 4 - To be Continued

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naughty_butt's avatar

Views: 374 · Added: 36 days ago

was inboxes earlier and its had me thinking a lot all afternoon about giving a nice ass a good warming- this could be my solution

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maketheputt's avatar

Views: 399 · Added: 36 days ago

Am I the only one who recent added friends names nor avatars are appearing in my "friend" list? It started a few days ago and I sent a query to the ST gurus and have not heard back from them yet! Is anyone else having this issue?

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naughty_butt's avatar

Views: 464 · Added: 36 days ago

Really can't get hubby into this lifestyle the way i want,
always seems to be something going on- like tired, not well,
or we start off and he really doesn't do it for me-
don't feel convinced he's in charge one little bit
thinking i might need to do my playing away from home, which i don't want to do but I'm not sure what else to try

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Views: 333 · Added: 36 days ago

(From Part IV)
“It's Tempy time Angela! You brought this on yourself. The boys are smiling and giggling watching you treated like a toddler. They can see me inserting the thermometer in your bottom and sliding it in and out. Now hold still there with the thermometer sticking out from those big round chubby coo coo cheeks, Isn't that what you called your bottom when you were a little girl?!”
“Yes Uncle Fred, my bare coo is being punished.” Angela let the shame wash over her and she began bawling like a toddler and the boys were getting quite the view.
Fred turned to Sue Ann.
“Your turn little toddler girl!”

Part V
Fred handed the Vaseline to Bertha and she walked over to Sue.
“Get in the same position as your sister Sue Anne, right this minute!”
Sue started crying. She didn't want the boys to see her punished like this.
“Please mommy, please don't take my tempy in front of Mark and Sean. It is too embarrassing.”
Her mother scowled.
“You should have thought of that before misbehaving and acting like a naughty little girl. Now do as I said or so help me Sue Anne...”
Sue tried to run for the door but her mom grabbed her by the arm.
“You just made it worse on yourself young lady!”
Her mother laid her on her back and Uncle Fred held her down by her arms. Her mom lifted her legs by the ankle with one hand effortlessly.
“If you don't want me to take the hairbrush to your fat little bare fanny you better hold still and keep your legs straight!”
She began spanking Sue like a toddler is spanked, legs in the air held by the ankles fully exposed for all to see.
“You need to be spanked in the diaper position Sue! You just do not listen do you?!”
“I'm sorry mommy!”
“Show me you are sorry and ask for your punishment like a little toddler and take it without fussing too much!”

“Mommy spank my chubby, bare coo coo like a toddler is spanked! I am a naughty girl. I will learn my lesson and learn to behave.”
“Yes you will!! Hold still and take your spanking! I am not going to stop until you are bawling like a toddler then you still will get your Tempy taken. Do you understand?!”
“Yes mommy! Whaaaaa! Whaaaa! I sorry mommy!”
Her mother spanked rythmically and firmly covering both cheeks. Sue's bottom turned crimson as she bawled like a little girl. Tears streaming down her face. The shame and humiliation of hearing and seeing the boys giggling and pointing at her was just washing over her in torrential waves.
Whaaaaa! Whaaaa!Whaaaaa! Whaaaa! Please Mommy, please no more!Whaaaaa! Whaaaa! I let you take my Tempy like a toddler!”
Her mother let her legs down and swiftly turned her over on her tummy. Sue Anne easily acquiesced. Then she put some Vaseline on her finger and lubed Sue's crack and hole well.
“Hold still while mommy lubes up your coo coo for the thermometer sweetie. You need to learn your lesson.”
“Yes mommy. Learn me a lesson right in front of Mark and Sean. I deserve it. I was so naughty.”
“Yes you were. Tonight you are going to bed bare bottom naked after I finish with your tempy. You better be a good girl or I will punish you more in front of them.

{to be contd}

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Views: 356 · Added: 36 days ago

Sometimes you just need a blowjob.

I mean maybe not if you don't have a dick.

But sometimes I just need one, anyway.
and not having anyway to get one right now is extra frustrating.

So now I not only need just a blowjob, now I need a blowjob while I spank the someone's ass to a deep red (or in cases of ethnicity variance, whatever color is the equivalent)

or just a deep throat fucking to someone who is good at suppressing it but can't totally pretend she doesn't have a gag reflex...I like those girls, and that satisfies the same urges as I have going on here, so it works.

Ugh. impatience is not a virtue, but it's worse when the horniness is preventing me from getting much done.

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Views: 413 · Added: 36 days ago

Well it's late, I should be sleeping, but I am restless, so I guess I will write my first blog..ever.

I have a question, I have asked my daddy (who I am positive is reading this and isn't impressed that I am up so late - xoxo), but I would like some other opinions as well.
Spankers - when disciplining, how do you know when you have gotten the message through? Aren't you afraid that you may not have gotten it through? Or the opposite, afraid that it was too much?
That's all for now, curious to hear/read the thoughts of others...

Have a wonderful night :)

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RicRonin's avatar

Views: 328 · Added: 37 days ago

(From part III)
After she finished her bath and dried Sue as well she marched them to their room to be dressed for bed.
They saw a nightshirt on each of their beds with a little writing on the front that said.
The put them on and realized they were very short. On both of them they only came to the top of their chubby bottom cheeks leaving them exposed.
“Now you two sit on your beds and wait for you mother and Uncle Fred to come up and give you your bedtime punishments.

Angela Marie and Sue Ann sat there on their beds. The wait was almost as bad as the punishments. Knowing that you are going to be punished and humiliated like a child. Sitting on the bed, Barefoot and Bare Bottomed in a shirt that says “NAUGHTY PUNISHED LITTLE GIRL” in big bold print on the front.
A few minutes later Uncle Fred and their mother Bertha walked in. their mom looked sternly at them.
“ Your Uncle and I have been seeing each other for some time and He may just be your new father. I would like you both to realize that I am going to allow him to punish you and scold you and teach you a lesson like if he was your father.”
Fred looked moved in front of them.
“You two are old enough to know better! You Angela Marie are 21 and you Sue Ann are 19! I have to treat you both like naughty disobedient little toddlers because of your actions!”
He turned to Bertha who handed him a jar of Vaseline and a thermometer. They shuddered and whimpered. They knew what was coming.

“I want you both to lay face down on the bed with a pillow under your tummy to raise your ample bottoms up. Then prop yourselves up on your elbows, spread your legs and point and curl those toes. I want you to look like the naughty little toddlers you are in front of an audience.”
Just then in walked Mark and Sean.
“Mark and Sean will be staying over a few days. Their parents are leaving town and I and your mother are watching them. They will witness you two being punished tonight and be sleeping in the same room here with you.”
Angela and Sue pleaded.
“Please Mom, Uncle Fred, don't let them watch! It will be so embarrassing and humiliating!”
Bertha said.
“Yes it will be and that is the point! You both earned this! I am sure after a while being punished you both will behave better. And do not think these two little boys here won't be punished. Their parents are the same as us and punish them almost as hard as we punish you. They have learned to behave better though.”
The girls did as they were told and assumed their positions. Fred went to Angela first.
“Now hold still naughty little toddler girl! I need to put some Vaseline on your bummy hole.”
He spread her plump cheeks and applied the lube to you crack and hole. He then inserted the thermometer in the lube and spread her cheeks again.
“Naughty little girls get their Temperature taken in their bare bottom don't they Angela?!”
“Yes Uncle Fred!”
“It's Tempy time Angela! You brought this on yourself. The boys are smiling and giggling watching you treated like a toddler. They can see me inserting the thermometer in your bottom and sliding it in and out. Now hold still there with the thermometer sticking out from those big round chubby coo coo cheeks, Isn't that what you called your bottom when you were a little girl?!”
“Yes Uncle Fred, my bare coo is being punished.” Angela let the shame wash over her and she began bawling like a toddler and the boys were getting quite the view.
Fred turned to Sue Ann.
“Your turn little toddler girl!”

{to be contd}

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Views: 344 · Added: 37 days ago

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain

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Views: 1161 · Added: 37 days ago

There are many things I love about spanking, I am a masochistic and can enjoy pain. Spanking has always been an arousing experience for me, I cannot relate to spanking as domestic discipline. I don't need spanking to achieve better results. I just crave the sensation, the intimacy between me and the one giving me a spanking....

And there the sadness sets in, for me it was strongly connected to love. Getting spanked by the one I loved, knowing he enjoyed it as much as I did, made it even more special.

Having had a lot of experiences in bdsm, with different males throughout 12 years (before I got married) I sometimes got frustrated during those twelve years. I knew I was missing something, the bdsm was great, some guys were great (others not so great) and there was always that misty feeling afterwards that made me sad. At a certain point I stopped all the explorations with various experienced and less experienced male (Dominants). I knew it had to be different, I had to make other choices. So I tried to open up and soon I got involved in a relationship. He was more into bondage and humiliation, the last one is not at all my thing, there were some other issues that finally lead to the end of that relation after more then two years.

Soon I fell in love with my ex husband, and with him it felt from the very first beginning like I had always dream of. It felt good, we connected on various levels. I don'r recall the exact moment I told him about my spanking desires, at one point I just did. I think he recognized the little girl in me. That part of me that was able to follow her instincts, live out her spanking needs and create her own secret world. I invited him into my secret world, we built one of our own. He allowed me to be the teasing girl I can be, inspired me to be the sensual woman I am, made me feel safe so I was able to connect with my submissive needs. It is hard to explain, it is almost like their are these different parts of me, every part has different needs, communicates in different ways. He could connect to all of them.

I miss it, so much. And then I know it is ok, I have so many great memories to cherish. Perhaps in time I will share some here :-)

But back to my love for spanking, for me it is a sensual experience. The pain arouses me, sometimes I could get spontaneous orgasms when being spanked. It was as if my body connected in a very special way with spanking. It would set me free, I could feel and follow those strong waves flushing through my body. Desires, lust, craving for the pain, various emotions, it was all there and then exploded into various orgasms, even squirting ones.

I am not writing this to share an exciting story, for me it is important to feel safe so I can truly open up. When I do open up, the result is obvious. My body becomes one giant erogenic zone, the pain from a spanking, but also other varieties of pain, would built up direct connections inside me, that lead to ...well I said it before no need to repeat myself.

So now I am just curious, are there more like me?

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Views: 463 · Added: 37 days ago

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” (Williamson)

P.S. I added a picture of Kissie because she is brave, shiny, gorgeous, brilliant and fabulous (to name a few)...also an excellent tree climber! :-)

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Views: 310 · Added: 37 days ago

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES.....( non spanking )

The spring equinox winds threatens to blow
Now is time for making kites you know.

Here's the way I make my kite,
Watch and help me do it right.

I cross two sticks so thin and long,
Twined together good and strong.

A string I fasten to each end,
Then across the middle to make it bend.

I measure and cut the paper straight,
Then glue along the edge and wait.

A ball of string to hold my kite,
Will let it sail almost out of sight.

Now here's my kite all ready to go,
Please warm equinox winds begin to blow.

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Views: 427 · Added: 37 days ago

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daddymole's avatar

Views: 389 · Added: 37 days ago

I decided today that my new years resolution will be to not procrastinate

and im going to start that tomorrow

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revmother1's avatar

Views: 440 · Added: 37 days ago

Well we all went paint ball shooting yesterday.We had to dress in these horrible camouflage boiler suits,although the pea green camouflage did suit Jen. First there was this long safety talk before we were told to have fun and enjoy "the experience". I must admit I was hesitant about going but very quickly got into the swing of things. There was fourteen of us,so it was going to be really good fun. We all split up,but as I ran in one direction I noticed Jen and my niece staring at me,they were up to something. I decided the best strategy was to wait for some victim to pass by so I lay face down in some undergrowth and waited.

I must have been there for about five minutes or so before I heard my niece's voice saying,"She came this way!". Then I heard Jenny's voice,"Watch out,she could be anywhere!" It seems the two knuckleheads had teamed up against me. I waited until they came into view: it was clear they had not seen me yet,I decided it was time to take them out. I fired a paint ball,hitting my niece on the left arm.Before either of them could react I fired again this time hitting Jen on the shoulder area.They unleashed a barage of paintballs in my general direction,but remembering my Starsky and Hutch I actually rolled about five feet to my left and fired again;my camouflage boiler suit was caked in mud at this point. I fired agin but missed them both. They fired agin but suddenly our friend Amy came bursting through a hedge screaming a blood curdling scream and saying what appeared to be "Die mothers-fuckers!",now,I could be wrong but it sounded like that,she was really getting carried away. Jen and my niece spun around,my niece got hit by a paintball,amazing really when I think of it because most of Amy's paint balls hit trees.As my niece engaged Amy,I saw Jen run off into a hedge,so much for helping her comrade in arms. I decided to give chase. I ran after her.As I rounded a pathway in the forest I was just in time to see Jenny on all fours,crawling through a bush. Without even aiming I fired,determined to get her. I fired again and this time,much to my surprise the paint ball struck Jenny on her right buttock. She squealed,she got to knees and half turned in my direction and fired.She hit me in the chest and abdomen,but I could not return fire I was laughing so much.Matters were made more hilarious when our friend Tommy came through a hedge doing the Tarzan cry.He fired wildly,but as Jen turned her attention to him he tripped over a branch and ended up sprawled on his face and hands,he hit the forest floor with a sickening thud,Jenny showed no mercy and opened up on him.He was hit with many paint balls. I sat by the side of a tree laughing so much my stomach ached. Jenny stood up and fired at me,but she was hit from behind by Louise.

Our time ended and we came back to the hut and got out of our camouflage boiler suits. Scores had been settled.My niece's boyfriend had hunted Jenny's poor Dad through the forest,both were almost covered in paint. All in all it was a great day. We have decided to go again in two weeks time,good fun and excercise!

Have a great day my friends.

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LittleTeaser's avatar

Views: 572 · Added: 38 days ago

Somehow I feel the need to write, the need to create this little place of my own where I can connect with myself, with my innerneeds, my thoughts, my desires.

Thinking about spanking brings up mixed feelings. Not because I have troubles accepting my own desires, but since I recently got divorced. A marriage of eight years ended, a D's ended. For those who are unaware of this term, it is just a way of label a relationship where one is in control and the other one follows ;-) he was husband, Dom, sometimes a bit of a sadist (in a good way matching to my masochistic desires) and he loved to spank me.

There...I said it. I am sad for all that is gone. It has been almost five months and I am still sad. I feel like my wings are broken. Once I could fly, I am sure one day I will fly again but for now I just try to heal.
I can almost hear you think...why come here being this sad...

It's my way of making sure I won't neglect those things that make me ..well just me I guess. Spanking has always been a part of me, it is one of the first desires I became aware of (at a very young age) and I felt I was in need of getting back to my very core. I need to rediscover myself, find out what is truly me, and what is not. Spanking was one of those elements that always has been mine, for as long as I can remember I fantasized about it. I experimented and discovered the nice feelings it gave me. It took me years however to admit these desires to a partner, I could talk about all my submissive desires but the spanking part somehow always remained my own secret. That is until my marriage, somehow it felt safe to tell him it about it and we had a great time discovering both our desires and boundaries due to spanking.

I miss those moments. The pain I am feeling make deep wounds, it has a strong influence even on all those things that always were mine,and mine alone. Until I told about them, and now it is as if I lost some essential things of my own. The ability to enjoy fantasizing about spanking, the ability to enjoy auto spanking, it all seems stuck behind a thick wall I cannot tear down.

Which brings me back to my sadness. I cannot explain the courage it took me to sign up here, to write this blog.
So if you feel the need to comment....please be gentle with me.

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Views: 438 · Added: 38 days ago

Hope everyone has a great Holiday, this Irish Gal is not drinking today but have been teaching my daughter songs and she got to see me do a jig "not as well as I used to do" lol

Stay safe but have fun too ;-)

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Views: 484 · Added: 38 days ago

Today is one of my favorite holidays. Despite having a rather sour taste in my mouth when it comes to organized religion, I still love St. Patrick's Day. Not just because it is a good reason to sample whiskey at the local pub, which I seriously plan on doing tonight. It also re-awakens my fighting rebellious side when thinking of my ancestry.

I know most people reading this don't mind following rules and norms, unlike yours truly or have a more authoritarian mindset with the whole spanking thing.

But one thing my old man taught me was that most laws are only in place to protect and serve the ruling class. Not trying to alienate all of the British members as I have a few great English friends. But the Draconian laws imposed on the Irish people for a very long time was to serve the crown, not the people. Wasn't just the case between Ireland and the British either. You can look at almost any country in the world today and that is pretty evident by the social stratification and policing policies. While I am at it, I am aware that founders of the Republican movement in Ireland were themselves Protestant, like Wolfe Tone for example.

While I am not a supporter of Communism in anyway, Che Guevara is one of my heroes with his overall rebellion towards Capitalism and the inequality it brings to people. Not like Communism is any better, just saying.

Che once said "Cruel leaders are replaced only to have new leaders turn cruel."

The again, Che's father once said "The first thing to note, is that in my son's veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels." Funny, think my dad said that once to a school administrator when I was a kid.

Which is why I might go on the occasional anti-authority tear here. Sometimes the authoritative nature of some spanking videos irk me and I don't enjoy acting in that manner as it makes me feel supremely hypocritical. But as a great Englishman by the name of Sir Red Cheeks states on his wall, spankings should also be for fun.

Speaking of fun, what kind of hell does everyone plan on raising tonight? Hopefully raising a pint of ale or a skirt to spank a cute girl on the bare bottom. So let's all be merry, drink, cheer and spank until we pass out tonight.

With that I would like to leave you all with my play list for today.

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday
Luke Kelly - The Foggy Dew
The Dubliners - Whiskey in the Jar
Dropkick Murphys - Flannigan's Ball
Flogging Molly - Rebels of the Sacred Heart
The Pogues - Young Ned Of The Hill
The Mahones - Shake Hands with the Devil
House of Pain - Top O' the Morning to Ya
Orthodox Celts - Star Of The County Down
The Wolfe Tones - The Men Behind the Wire
Dropkick Murphys - I'm Shipping Up To Boston
The Rumjacks - An Irish Pub Song
Sinead O'Connor - Drink before the War
Wicked Tinkers - The Bog (OK it's Scottish but still bad arse)
House of Pain - Running up on Ya
The Pogues - The Rocky Road To Dublin
The Wolfe Tones - Paddy Works on the Railway
The Tossers - Ballad of NATO
The Hollow Points - Pieces of Eight
Selfish Murphy - Ramblin Rover
Luke Kelly - Kelly The Boy From Killane
The Cranberries - God be with You Ireland
The Man From Mullingar
Flogging Molly - The Worst Day Since Yesterday
The Rising of the Moon - song about the 1798 Rebellion

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Views: 477 · Added: 38 days ago

hey where are all the NY spankos

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