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642 views · 21 days ago

I was staring up at the departure board, still frustrated that we'd missed the train by just two minutes, when in one motion, Sweetie suddenly appeared in front of me and  gripped my ear between her recently manicured thumb and forefinger. That her choice of nail polish colour in classic red also signified danger proved so appropriate for me now.

"What do you think you're doing, storming off from me like that!" Her voice wasn't raised, in fact you might say the opposite, but on a quiet, crowded platform, the resulting embarrassment for me was the same as if she'd shouted.

My immediate reaction was to try to laugh off the situation, to thrown our audience off the scent of a desperate man, literally under his wife's thumb. Sweetie, who doesn't suffer from embarrassment and loves the affect an audience can have on me, merely increased her pressure on my earlobe.

"But Sweetie, I didn't!", I pleaded in a hushed tone, instantly raising a slight smile of satisfaction from Sweetie. "You said you were going for a coffee and I went to check if the train was still at the platform."

"You stormed off because we were late, without telling me where you were going. Say sorry!"

"Really, I didn't, Sweetie, I mean this trip is for you to go shopping, why would I care if we're late?" I pressed my case.

"Say sorry! Unless you want me to tell everyone exactly what will happen to you when I get you home?" There was a triumphant glint in Sweetie's eye as she confidently upped the ante and let go of my ear, predicting I'd fold, which I certainly did.

"Sorry, Sweetie," I offered meekly, looking down at my feet, willing a hole to appear to swallow me up.

"Sorry for what exactly!" she demanded, stringing out my blushes.

"I'm sorry for storming off without saying anything."

"That's better. Look, here's our train now."

I was about to suggest we moved right down the platform before boarding, but Sweetie obviously wanted to remain with her audience, so I trudged on behind them, only to find that my humiliation wasn't yet complete, as there were no more seats and I was the only one left standing.

665 views · 21 days ago

I have one line of my essay done for my Sir ( DO NOT READ MY PREVIOUS DIARY ENTRY,ITS PRIVATE),it reads...' I do not think I should call you Master because you are a flippin' nut job'!!!
Only 1,999 lines to go. OOOOHHHH,this will never do, I must apply myself. Thank you to everyone who offered me ideas both in comments on my diary,which you should NOT be reading,and in messages. At this stage I think the best thing to do is scratch Sunday from my calendar and just do Saturday and Monday,I hope Sir will not notice!

664 views · 21 days ago

Missing my spanking friend. I know he has his reasons not to be in the spanking zone any more and I respect that, but it doesn't make it easier. A girl needs spanking and there's no one to do it. I looked on the couple of sites I know but simply everyone seems weird and untrustworthy. I expect one or two of them are ok. But the bottom line (no pun intended) is that they're not him and I don't want to be over anyone else's knee now. Oh well. My spanker's happiness is important and I'll just have to get over it. It just takes time.
Hope you are all well.

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636 views · 21 days ago

I always say i dont know what Master will do next.
This morning i checked my phone and found a new app that had been added.
It appeared to be a monitoring app. To show where we both were all thru the day.
When i asked about it, he said i read it on something last night, probably fetlife as he doesnt come on tube often, where the master could check up at any time to see where his sub/slave/serf was. He told me, i can see where he was but mostly its so he can see where i am. Hes also put up a chores list, which i tick as ive completed so he can check on it thru the day.
Ive a chores chart in my rules and naughty book, which i tick, date and sign as i do them, but this way he can be in work or away and see if ive completed my duties.

Now the only time my chores can be left is if my chronic pain is severe, for example, like today as im struggling to walk so my morning spanking was cancelled as he watched me try to get up and walk towards him, ready to recieve it.
Im NOT allowed to ask if i can leave my chores, consequences will be a severe caning if i do.

I dont mind this new app tho, its not like i ever do anything he doesnt know about, he knows where i would be going as i tell him my plans just in general chat. But if he enjoys it, then i shouldn't stop it.

660 views · 21 days ago

Once again, my babygirl has had a stressful day due to being up all night with extended family issues, and little to no sleep before work. Then more stress once at home. We got a few lines of text to each other, and I sent her to bed 2 hours early so she would be rested for our pre-work phone calls. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. I ask nothing for myself.

614 views · 21 days ago

Hello Everyone,
It is I (Ellen Marie) coming to you from my friend's computer.

My computer wants to say sayanara to everyone for now.

My owner (Ellen Marie) does not have the funds at the moment to repair me.

I just watched a video tonight that turned me on.

My friend said, Do I Want a Spanking Tonight??? I said, NO.

I know I am crazy turning down a spanking...BUT you never know the evening is still not over.

I have too much to do on my nonworking computer tonight.

So Farewell to you & you & you.

Have a splendid day!!!

Ellen Marie

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679 views · 21 days ago
619 views · 21 days ago

Here you go ladies....I do so enjoy teasing naughty girls hehehehe! Enjoy!!! ;-DDD

With a smack on her red-hot bottom, he pushed her hips into place at the higher padded end. "Spread your legs," he told her. When she was too slow, he grasped her ankles and fastened her into place. Lance pulled her forward until her belly pressed down on the padded bench. He pulled and secured the two straps across her back. One went tightly around her waist and he cinched the other just below her shoulders. Jen's restrained wrists dropped down in front of the bench and Lance fastened them securely there.
He rand his hand down her back and rested it on her red bottom. She closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and moaned, wishing he would continue moving his hand and reach further down. Jen tried to thrust herself up to him, but found she couldn't move her hips an inch. Goosebumps broke out on her skin as she realized she was completely restrained. Lance had never done this before, and she shivered with anticipation.
"I'm going to make sure this is something you never forget, my pet," he told her as he squeezed her bottom once more before pulling away. "You seem to need a reminder of who is in control of you and I think I know one way to keep me in your thoughts." Lance placed something cool on her rear opening and began working it into her hole. "Mngnm!" It was almost a squeak beneath the gag as Jen tried to voice her surprise at this unexpected intrusion. "Quiet!" he commanded and gave her several hard hand spanks.
"You'll accept this now, young lady!" and with that he slowly but inexorably inserted a butt plug into her virgin hole. Jen bit down and tried not to make too much noise as the plug, which felt huge, was pushed in and settled into place. She breathed hard, trying to accept this new sensation. It filled her and she was surprised that it only intensified the aching in her pussy. Jen's entire body was screaming for release but she knew Lance wasn't going to fulfill that need yet. Frustrated, she groaned, wanting to grind herself into the padding she felt just below her, but unable to move even a tiny bit.
"As part of your punishment, you'll wear this for the next week anytime you leave the house," Lance instructed, as he suddenly pressed firmly on the base of the butt plug. "If I catch you without it, you'll get another trip down here and another week tacked on. Understand me?" He moved down and watched as her head bobbed. "Glad you understand," he said softly. Then he picked up his old wooden school paddle and lined it up with her bottom. Lance raised his arm high and swung the paddle down hard.
"Aaaaahhh!" Jen tried to scream as her head jerked back. The burn from that swat had barely begun to sink in when the next fell just below it. She moaned and flexed her toes and fingers, wishing she could move more. Tied to the bench, blindfolded, and gagged, she had no way to escape the intense pain in her bottom. Lance applied a hard swat low on her bottom, pushing against her butt plug. "Agh!" Jen moaned and her pussy clenched and opened in response. Another swat fell, this one on the crease between her cheek and right thigh. She squealed under her gag. Lance treated her left side to the same treatment. Jen was breathing harder than ever, anxious and desperate. Every swat was tormenting her senses. Her clit was being rubbed against the padding ever so slightly and driving her mad with frustration. But at the same time, each swat brought her to new levels of stinging, burning, impossible pain!
A tear slipped out from under the blindfold and she knew she was close to her limits. Lance landed an especially hard swat to her sit spot and Jen's feelings overwhelmed her in a sudden surge. Now she began to cry in earnest. Lance looked down to see her head hanging down, and he heard the muffled sobbing. He gave her one last swat and set the paddle aside. Slowly he unbuckled the restraints and pulled his sobbing wife up into his arms. Then he led her over to a couch and pulled her down onto his lap. Jen jerked a little when her bottom met his leg but she settled in when she felt him removing her blindfold and then her gag. Lance then leaned back and let her cry herself out on his chest, as she apologized between sobs.
While he kissed away her tears, he praised her for taking her punishment so well. Lance began running his hands over her to soothe her. She stirred under his stroking and turned to kiss him full on the lips. "I want you!" Jen hissed, wrapping herself around him. Her reaction surprised him, but he returned her kisses and began exploring her body eagerly. She pulled up suddenly and gave him a look of pure fire and lust. "Over here, I want you over here!" she said huskily, as she pulled him toward the spanking bench.
Lance followed, shedding clothes and wondering what she was suggesting. As she gave him a saucy look over her shoulder, she lowered herself down along the bench and stretched herself out. Lance moaned at the voluptuous sight, and moved behind her quickly. "Tie my ankles back down," Jen demanded. As soon as they were tied, he reached for his discarded pants and removed his belt.
"Naughty little wench!" With that, he swung his belt down across her still-glowing behind with a crisp smack. "Ohh!" Jen moaned and pushed her bottom back toward him. He swung the belt two more times, but couldn't hold back any longer. Stepping up to her wriggling bottom, he grabbed her by the hips and pushed himself into her with one hard stroke. "Ahhh!" she cried out and Lance began pounding himself into her. He was slamming himself into her so hard he was moving the bench, but they didn't notice. Jen clawed at the bench's legs and was making unintelligible noises as her clit was pushed hard into the padding. Then she began to slap the legs and she threw her head back as she screamed out her climax. Lance grabbed her bottom with both hands and let himself come along with her. Breathing heavily, he pulled her up and held her tightly in his arms. Lance smiled as he held her close, happy to have his wife back.

636 views · 21 days ago

n not in the good way........ no time for Poppy n I yesterday cept for our morning phone call ... busy yesterday after work n just when I sat down n was ready to log in here n ready to shoot Poppy a text letting him know I was on my way here n that dreaded phone call came in about that ongoing family matter... sooo no time for the tube, no time for Poppy just filled my bottle of water n scooted out the door........ now mind u I get up at 3am every weekday n id already worked my full shift n I was sooo tired.. but I would sit a bit, drive a bit, sit a bit, drive a bit... my eyes did not wanna stay open... didn't get home til nearly 1:30am n I honestly don't remember anything other than crawlin into bed fully dressed n fallin straight to sleep til my alarm woke me at 3am again......work seemed to drag on today... home to dave who was a complete prick all day n I'm ready to commit murder lol...........anyways.. some ME time for now even thru the yawns.......

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647 views · 21 days ago


YOU must be a dear friend to answer this question for me.
IN PRIVATE MESSAGE ONLY,so as not to give the game away.

Please describe ME using a 4 letter word,which contains the letters C,U,and T.

Thank You.
SRC

585 views · 21 days ago

Once she was back in position, Lance continued spanking her. Not being able to see caused the spanking to seem more intense, each swat hitting as unexpectedly and painfully as the last. Jen bit down on the gag in her mouth and tried to keep from moaning out loud. Lance was covering her entire bottom and upper thighs with hard swats, one right after another. The sting was building, until finally Jen couldn't hold back any longer. She threw her head back and moaned loudly around her gag. Lance knew she was feeling it now and was tempted to reach between her legs again but he wanted to make her desperate for it first. He released her nipple and stepped away again.
Jen made a slight noise as he pulled away. "Keep your legs apart, young lady!" he commanded. Doing so meant teetering on her tiptoes but somehow she balanced herself. Lance watched as Jen's breasts thrust themselves out with every ragged breath. He enjoyed the sight of her struggling with her desire. As for Jen, her whole body was alive with sensations and she wanted to scream at him to continue. She was sure anything was better than the waiting.
That is until the first burning slap of the tawse struck her naked rump. "Aaahh!" she groaned and twisted her hips. Lance began applying the heavy leather tawse randomly across her behind, striking in with hard fast slaps. "You've become a little too big for your britches," he scolded her. "It's time to remind you who's the boss here, missy!"
Lance swung the tawse harder, enjoying watching Jen's jerky reaction to every swat. She moaned and twisted, trying to relieve the sting in her behind. He knew exactly how to apply that supple piece of leather and he had her dancing beneath her restraints in no time. Jen was becoming frantic. Each spank stung and then burned, making her gasp and twist her body up onto her tiptoes. Jen felt her desire becoming stronger as her husband continued her punishment and his lecture.
"You're going to keep more reasonable hours, you hear me?" he asked, without ever breaking his rhythm. "You'll behave yourself or find yourself back here again. Do you hear me, missy?" Jen moaned and tried to nod her head. She was being overcome by the burning fire in her rear and her desire for her husband's control. As if he could read her mind, he continued. "You'll follow my orders or you'll suffer the consequences, understand me?" Lance growled this last question into her ear. Jen felt his hot breath on her neck and nodded. "Good girl," he whispered, and reached down to grab a rough handful of her blazing bottom. She groaned and arched her back, which caused Lance to smile as he raised the tawse again.
Jen jumped and yelped as he began another vigorous assault on her rear. The intense burning sensensation now had Jen continuously moaning behind her gag. She couldn't believe how much it burned! Her gyrations amused him but he still scolded her sternly, "Be still, you naughty girl!" Lance then slipped an arm around her front to hold her steady and, swung the tawse hard several more times. Jen's feet kicked out behind her, and she tried to yelp beneath her gag. Lance stopped, and ran his hands over her flaming behind. Jen moaned and pushed herself back into his hands, suddenly desperate for his touch. Lance pulled away again and Jen, feeling suddenly abandoned, made a sad noise into her gag.
"Soon enough, love," he thought to himself. He put the tawse down and looked toward the spanking bench he had recently built, then reached up, released the tie holding Jen's wrist restraints, and began leading her toward the new bench. She followed blindly and he guided her into place. The padded bench was long with leather straps that went across it to hold her in place, and had inverted V's at each end with attached restraints for her ankles and wrists.

625 views · 21 days ago

Jennifer chewed her lip as she weaved through traffic, anxious to get home. There had been something ominous in her husband Lance's tone this morning. His voice was cold and distant when he told her at breakfast that they needed to have a talk after she got home from work. She sighed and wished she knew how to fix all the things that seemed to have gone wrong between them. How long had it been since they were happy and crazy in love? Those times seemed so far away she could barely remember them. Once upon a time, just having Lance near her was enough to send her pulse racing. Now, Jen couldn't even remember the last time they'd made love. It used to be so good, too!

Lance was the strong, take-charge kind of man -- the type of man Jen had dreamed of from the time she got old enough to start dreaming about men. The first time he flipped her over his knee and spanked her bottom into a glorious blaze of heat and lust, she knew he was the only man for her. Remembering, now, Jen squirmed against the leather of her car seat. In those days his grin and his strong hands and his cheerfully unrepentant spankings made her feel small and prized and special and safe and above all, loved.

Somehow, now, those feelings had slipped away as Jen spent more time on her business and less time with her husband. Lance warned her more than once, in the beginning, that although he was proud of her and supported her completely, her desire to succeed wouldn't be allowed to come between them. But between his job and her business, their relation got neglected. Now, Jen was very afraid it was in jeopardy.

Jen's stomach twisted and her bottom tingled as she wondered just what type of "talk" Lance had in mind. She was a grown woman and a competent businesswoman, she thought to herself. She was not a child who had misbehaved! Jen became irritated and resolved to stand up to Lance no matter what. "He should be proud of me," she fumed to herself. Still she couldn't stop feeling nervous as she pulled into their driveway.

Lance's car was in the driveway but the lights in the house weren't on. Jen took a deep breath and forced herself out of her car and into the house. She figured he was in his basement office, waiting for her. Jen flipped the hall light switch and was startled when nothing happened. "Oh, no", she groaned aloud. "Dammit! Lance, where are you?" Hearing nothing, she stomped over to the basement door and called down. "Lance? Are you down there?"

Nothing. The silence was eerie, and it was getting darker in the house by the minute. Jen tried the basement light without success. She turned and opened the utility drawer where they kept the flashlight. It barely worked, but with any luck it would be enough for her to see her way down the stairs and to the breaker box.

Slowly she eased her way down the stairs, holding the railing tightly and catching herself wishing that Lance would suddenly appear and take care of things. "That's fine. I can flip a breaker without his help," she said out loud. Hearing her own voice reassured her, and she boldly made her way to the breaker box on the far wall. As she opened the box, Jen could see that some breakers were turned to "off." She flipped them quickly.

The next thing Jen knew, she was being pushed against the wall from behind. Whoever it was pinned her there using his body, and she struggled and twisted her head violently, as a blindfold was pushed down over her eyes. Just as she pulled her head back and opened her mouth to scream, he jammed a gag into her mouth and pulled it tight behind her head. She began to fight, frantically kicking and trying to push her attacker away. The man pulled her away from the wall and wrapped his arms around her, seized her wrists. He roughly yanked them across in front of her and half-carried, half-dragged her across the room.

"Calm down, and quit fighting me!" a deep voice growled into her ear. She almost slumped in his arms in relief. It was Lance. "I surprised you like this for a reason, but I'll explain that once I have you ready." His voice was so stern it sent shivers down her spine.

Confused, Jen was still struggling with questions she couldn't voice when Lance slipped something over her wrists and pulled her arms up and over her head. "Aaaaahhh!" Jen's muffled yell caused a smile to play around her husband's mouth. She felt him hook her tied wrists somehow so she couldn't bring them down or move away.

Lance stood back to view his handiwork. His wife stood unsteadily, dressed in one of her business suits, blindfolded, gagged, and her wrists bound and pulled tightly above her head so that only the front half of her dress shoes rested on the ground. It had been so long since he'd had this pleasure that he wanted to stand there and gaze upon her loveliness, but he knew he had a job to do. He grinned, and decided to start by exposing a few more of her helpless charms.

"Do you know why you're here like this, Jen?" Lance asked as he walked over to his workbench and picked up a pair of scissors. Jen shook her head and tried to protest around the gag. "What was that, dear?" Lance asked as Jen's garbled noises filled the room. "Well, I'll go ahead and tell you then. You've been a naughty girl. I'm your husband, remember? You're supposed to be my wife!" Lance began undoing her skirt, then pulled it off along with her slip and tossed them aside. "But lately, you've been so busy with your career and your social antics that I've been forgotten. And you've let your friends convince you that being a modern woman means you no longer have to submit to your husband."

While he lectured Lance continued his work, pulling off Jen's stockings and panties and slipping off her shoes along with them. He took the scissors and began carefully cutting up the back of her suit. "Mngnmmaaann!" Jen tried to voice her objections but Lance kept on cutting and talking. Now his voice was a low growl. "Your neglect has hurt me deeply, Jen. But it's my fault, too, for letting you get out of control, and for not fulfilling my duties as your husband." He continued cutting and snipping, making quick work of Jen's suit, blouse, and bra. "But that ends tonight, young lady!"

Lance ended his speech, gave a sharp slap to her bottom, and stepped back to indulge himself again. She really was lovely like this. The flush on her face even gave her a nice glow. "Tonight, you'll be punished and reminded who's in charge in this house...and of you!"

With that announcement he walked up and placed his hand between her legs. To his complete surprise, his demanding fingers found her already wet, and he fingered her roughly. Jen moaned and twisted but he quickly pulled his hand back and stepped away. Now the fun could begin.

Throughout Lance's speech, Jen's emotions were betraying her. She went from fear to relief, and then to apprehension, as her clothes were methodically removed from her body. Lance's stern voice and lecture reached a place inside her she'd tried to forget. Embarrassed, Jen felt her face flushing. Not because of what he was doing to her, but because she felt herself responding to him. Despite her jumbled feelings, she felt herself becoming excited as she thrilled to his rough touch. She knew she needed what he promised her, and she dreaded and craved it at the same time.

Jen shivered with anticipation as she half hung from their basement ceiling, waiting for Lance to begin. Lance approached her from the side, reached up and pinched her left nipple, deftly rolling it between his fingers and making her groan. He smiled and began spanking her, hard, with his right hand.

"I knew I'd have to trick you to get you into this position, but this is for your own good!" Lance scolded her. "Your behavior has been unacceptable and I'm not putting up with it another second! Do you understand me, young lady?"

He punctuated this last sentence with even harder swats. Jen swayed forward slightly with every spank, but the pain of Lance's tight grip on her nipple kept her from twisting away. The spanks stung and surprised her. She'd forgotten how hard he could spank with his hand, and how good it could feel. Jen's bottom was becoming warm and she was beginning to gasp aloud with every swat. She felt herself getting more excited, and he noticed her twisting her body in an attempt to rub her thighs together. "Get your legs apart! Now!" he ordered her as he began spanking her thighs. "Mngnm! Ahgn!" Jen mumbled around the gag as she struggled to obey.

Once she was back in position, Lance continued spanking her. Not being able to see caused the spanking to seem more intense,

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701 views · 21 days ago

Good morning Spanking Tube. You were in my dreams last night. I mean literally, I had a dream that involved the people of Spanking Tube.

It was a grand garden party, possibly even the Queen’s garden party.

The eats included jello/jelly balls made with wine - delicious. There were also tiny circular sandwiches, also delicious in an indefinable way.

The swimming competition was won by the gorilla (Old Jim Slipper), who swam the whole length of an Olympic-sized pool under water.

In his acceptance speech, he emphasised that I was the one who taught him to write poetry. (Only haiku, Jim, and never did teacher have a more apt pupil).

Once the competition was over, I was swimming in the pool and found that the bottom was littered with cutlery. It seemed obvious that the gorilla had been snacking as he swam.

I headed towards the reception area among all the women in their lovely summer dresses and big straw hats. I knew I knew everybody, but somehow I couldn’t recognise their faces (Duh! How many faces of STube members do we know anyway?). I accidentally photobombed a photo someone (you know who you are) was taking with a camera disguised as a Christmas tree light. Julie’s hat fell on my head, but I gave it back and she was completely gracious about it.

The stairs when I started down them were a fabulously ornate metal spiral staircase . . . and then my alarm clock went off.

A grey, drizzly November morning on Canada’s east coast is no balmy English summer day. And the party is going to be a small club get-together at our place with a few modest nibbles. Only in a dream could that morph into the Queen’s garden party. Pity!

529 views · 21 days ago

bare derriere - a celebration of a woman's best asset, her bottom

510 views · 22 days ago

Hi, thanks to all who seek friendship. I am going to only share photos and video of us with other that also full profile.

In addition he or she should, even if private share r/l photos, plural. Video's a plus.
Sorry but have across to many who do not seek friendship with similar minded individuals but only seek friendship to get images or videos for self- pleasuring.

G-d Bless
Spencer Plan Dad

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721 views · 22 days ago

What was I going to do??
If I didn't put the lighter back, I was doomed. The only way to get the lighter, was from,Mr Stern. He said he'd give it back, if I agreed to another spanking tomorrow...a hand spanking on my bare bottom. That would make me late getting home, which might get me a few swats. That wouldn't be so bad, except Daddy would, certainly, see the bruises on my fanny from the paddle & would demand an explanation.
No, I was going to have to come clean, as frightened as I was. I'd have to tell my Daddy, that I'd nicked two cigarettes and his lighter from his study. I took them,and smoked them, on school grounds and was caught! Worse yet, I'd been to the Principal's office for a spanking, and a bare bottom paddling over Mr Stern's lap.
I've never been in trouble at school, and even at home, I grew up under his strict hand. No one else had ever laid a hand on me. I imagine the thought of my bare bottom across another man's lap, was going to make his blood boil.
My Daddy, David King, is a formidable man. He is well over 6 ft tall. He is naturally thick and muscular. He's very prominent in our community. In fact he is the Master of the Dragon Lodge, a powerhouse of leaders. A sucessful Barrister,he is not one, to be taken lightly. His peers affectionately refer to him, as The Dragon King.
I was so tired of standing, but my rear end was too red, hot and sore to sit. The other girls snickered, knowing beneath my tartan skirt was a freshly spanked and very red bottom.
Sassy was at her desk, sore or not, she was in her seat. She was braver than me. She was quick to talk back. That's where She got her nickname,"Sassy". Maybe her Daddy wasn't as strict as mine. There was no talking back to the Dragon King. He'd light a fire in your knickers the very first time
you spoke out of turn. I loved my Daddy, of course, but I had great respect as well as fear of his authority.
Finally, the last bell. Sassy went with me to talk to Mr Stern, but waited on the bench, while I tapped at his door.
"Why, Miss King, I, didn't think you could take another spanking today, but I'm very happy to do it. Let's get started!"
"No,no, Mr. Stern, I'm telling my Dad everything tonight. I don"t want any of this to be hanging over my head. I mustn't ever lie to him. Will you give me the lighter so I can return it? I will admit to everything I've done & tell him why, and how you punished me... Or my Dad can come here and see you himself."
I could see I'd turned the tables on him, slightly. He wasn't going to have my bare bottom to ravage again, at least not this time.
Considering his options, he wrote my Daddy a note & put it and the lighter in an envelope.
"Have your Father either sign the note or reply. You can go Miss King. Even so, I bet you are going to Have a very sore bottom soon. Not that I didn't warm it up, good and proper. Hahaha."
As I walked to the door, he flipped up my skirt to see his handiwork, and land two sharp, hard.slaps on either cheek. "Just a final reminder, you naughty little vixen!"
Oh, that man!! I thought, He knows how to get to you.
"I got it, Sassy", I said,holding up the envelope, "He wrote my Dad a note that's in with the lighter. Now, I'm late. I've got to get right home. Who knows what the letter says. He was mad I wasn"t there
for another spanking."
We walked quickly down the hallway & out to the yard. We half ran towards home. I gave her a quick hug and then continued on home.
I'd just gone through the gate, to the walkway and I froze.

There stood Daddy's car. The light was on in his study. Did he already know his lighter was gone??!
Inside, the Dragon King waited. He had gotten a call. earlier, from a friend at the school. His rage & disbelief bubbled, quietly, beneath the surface. His face showed little emotion, but his anger had been growing by the hour.
I was home, but Lord help me, what was going to happen to me! I had better be proactive.
I went to his study door and knocked. He waved me in.
"Daddy, I've been a very naughty girl. I want to tell you everything." I stood in front of his desk, with my head hanging down. I was already in tears." I did something very silly and foolish and it turned into something very serious."
"Come here, Janie", he said quietly & furiously, "Right here, now!!"

597 views · 22 days ago

Today, i hit someone. I throw the first punch. When i got home i took my clothes off a layed around naked. I didn't even do my home work

631 views · 22 days ago

My Sir wants me to call him 'Master' I don't know about this,'Master' gives me the impression of something more heavy,like a 'Master'/Slave relationship in a bondage setting,something more heavy duty to what I like,I like a bit of spanking and some fun,perhaps some dressing up. As a result of my refusal Sir has ordered me to write an essay detailing why I will not call him 'Master'. The essay has to be done by Sunday and is not to be less than 2,000 words,as if,he will be lucky if he gets 20 words!

HELP ME SPANKO PEOPLE,I NEED IDEAS ON WHAT TO SAY!

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1055 views · 22 days ago

I have been on here for several years, and it has been great fun, but, I feel it is time to go, so to all the folks out there that have made this a good experience, thanks. I will miss many of you, some of you are a real kick! I will be here for a little while more, kind of checking out with folks, before I vanish into cyber oblivion. Take care, enjoy life, and be good! Bye bye.....

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