Seems I have 10 "fans" who have visited my page and given me a "thumbs down". What sort of asshole does this? If I visit someone's page and find something I don't like, I go quietly away. I'm happy, they're happy. That includes the commercial trailers that proliferate here. +If I were selling clips perhaps I would feel differently about it. I believe I'm open to criticism if I intend to make money from my stuff. But I've never asked anyone here for a single dime and never will. I put the clips up simply for the enjoyment of others. Not for some pimply-faced moron living in mommy's basement to get his tiny rocks off by giving a thumbs down. Not that I think any of you cowards will come out, but I'll make a bet. I'll bet not one of you has ever posted anything of his own. If any of you are on my friends list, please make yourselves known. I'll be only too happy to get rid of you. And, since ST has seen fit to install this charming feature, it's pretty close to getting rid of me.
Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant. While having a bite to eat, they talk about their moonshine operation.
Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough.
After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, Kin ya swallar?'
The woman shakes her head no. Then he asks, 'Kin ya breathe?'
The woman begins to turn blue, and shakes her head no.
The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers, and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.
The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm, and the obstruction flies out of her mouth.As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his table. His partner says, 'Ya know, I'd heerd of that there 'Hind Lick Maneuver' but I never seed nobody done it.
Not mere seconda afterI posted my firt Blog or entry...
I was taken off comp. nad sent straight to bedrm where my shorts were taken down and ass exposed.
Well you can guess what happened nxt. yup (gulp)
I was getting an ass warming for not taking my meds & blood sugar
MMm has always told me tht she whoop me good if I forgot to take my meds and take my BS
After tht I won't be forgetting again
I hope i hvae no spelling mistakes
More to come...
Today I recieved an ass warming for being a bad boy...
I didn't do anything but MMm warmed my ass to be sure,I allowed her too to prove I was a good boy.
I recieved 100 swats.
MMm asked me if I had anything to tell? I said I loved her, and she asked again.. I thought I was to say something else but there was nothing to say.
.....more to come
I am going to be a good boy
...sucks. I really hate the thumbs up/thumbs down addition. People can be meaner than ever, now, and we get to see exactly how many haters there are. A whopping 48 people took the time to click the thumbs down icon on my profile. Really? What did I do to you? Meh.
You know, it takes the same amount of time to be nice as it does to be a dick/dickette. Just sayin'.
Wow I've been away so long, the whole look of the Tube has changed! When did that happen? It's just first impressions but I've got to say I preferred the old look... I can't see where everything is so easily... But maybe I'll get used to it. I don't like the "dislike" button on the profiles... what's that all about? Who are these people!? ;-)
Hope you all had a great Christmas and that Santa brought you some new paddles, hairbrushes etc. Wow, I have some news, well I can't help sharing it with you because who else would be interested?
Just an update to start off with, still job hunting (BOO!) But I have just started a life modelling thing where I posed for art students, they were mostly 16 year old girls (1 boy) and they were so nice to me so I didn't feel awkward for long. I figured, my bum's on the internet, what do I have to be shy about (it's naked poses). They drew me in different poses and I got to lie down for the last one - bet you aren't paid to snooze, right?! haha. Anyway it was fun because I felt like I was helping them and they drew really well, no one made me look too fat so that was the main thing haha.
I can't remember if I told you (probably not as I think that too much personal info will identify me one day) but I have a new interest that I started before Xmas and that went really well, and I met some lovely people. Anyway, one of them took a shine to me and I fancied him too, so we have now shared this information with each other. And - this is the exciting news - turns out he is into spanking too! What are the chances!? (I mean, who knows, but I know most people are not into it). I had decided never to look for a bloke who was into it because of narrowing down the field, but I had no idea this chap was into it, none at all. You can't tell by looking, can you and it wasn't like we'd made any weird references to it in passing. So one little reference made me question and then the truth was out. So that is sooo exciting, someone who actually understands. I may have shared my entire spanking history rather too quickly, even directing him to this profile, but then I've not done anything too weird.
I've not gone back to the spanking contact sites, and am no longer looking to make any cash from it (unless I really can't get anything and run out of money) but it's a relief in a way not to have to check the messages any more or keep up this alter ego. Can be tiring. I do have one contact I made who has turned into a penfriend (we've never met) and he's been very helpful just at the right time so I hope we will meet one day just for a coffee. It's so weird.
Hope all of you old friends, Gorilla Jim, Kissie, etc are all well and wishing you a great 2016.
I no longer seem to be receiving email notifications when someone has posted a comment to my blog, commented on a photo or sent me a private message. There's no issue with my email and nothing has gone to the spam folder.
Is anyone else having this problem?
What is the most unusual thing you have had up your butt? What is the thing you liked the best up your butt? What is the biggest thing you have had up your butt? How old were you when you started putting things in your butt? Answer any one, or all of these questions if you like. This may be interesting.
Hey A/all, its me i am back, I am thinking of reloading all of our previews and even some of our full versions for the site and maybe even going back into the industry of making the videos again part time. I was just wondering what every one would think about that
So I did something really stupid the other day I could have died it was reckless but without a disciplinarian it's hard to be kept accountable so I would like to know honest answers about what the consequences would be if I belonged to u please don't sugar coat anything and tell as much detail as possible thanks
my external hard drive that had pretty much all my spanking videos on it just bit the dust
i think i accidentally dropped it one day and just now got around to plugging it in and now its not reading
why are they so fucking fragile!?
i do have some backup else where but for the most part i lost all of them
at least i have some left
There must be plenty of other people,who look forward to a time your child grows up and starts going out. After years of not wanting him to go out, i now cant wait for him to go out for a few hours and so when parties are mentioned, including sleepovers, my mind is doing circles thinking on what fun could be ahead of us. BUT, Master has woken with a stonking migraine, something he suffers with badly, but this was worst its been in a few years. He even went back to bed this morning. So my morning maintenance spanking never happened. I felt guilty feeling so disappointed my spanking never happened, even more disappointed when i thought our night alone could end up being a quiet one as Master felt so sick and was really hurting. Eventually come middle of the afternoon, he started to feel slightly better. YES i thought to myself, he seems a little better with a bit more liveliness in him. So YIPPEEEE fun is on. UNTIL i wake our son up, asking what time he was going out. Im not, he says, sounds boring. To say i was even more disappointed was an understatement. Why is it when i make mental plans on what treats id like to give Master, plans get cancelled.
Bloody hell im disappointed now.
But i then got a message from my Master, our usual way of "talking",
I think the strap again this evening, if i go hard enough it will make up for this mornings missed session. Bit of stress relief may ease my head too.
I replied asking if we could have a longer session, using something else too, i dont think i could cope with a long hard session with the strap.
He said, it doesnt have to be long if its very hard.
Not long after, he came down saying, our son was in the shower, so lets get some strapping done. Walking into the kitchen. Shutting the door to keep the digs out, he pushed the stool to the door.
Assume the position he told me.
Bending over the stool, keeping my pyjamas up, he strapped my ass and legs half a dozen times.
Then pulled my bottoms down, hitching my knickers up into my crack.
Master thrashed my butt and legs hard, but i noticed not quite as hard as the other day, and changed his aim to hit mainly butt not the sides of my legs like last time. But only as i asked if he could miss the sides out. As the bruising was still very very sore. But i think he found it difficult as the strap we have he says is not easy to get the perfect aim. And i know he prefers to go very hard, and wherever it hits is fine.
I got maybe 25 with the strap this way. He pulled my bottoms up saying, round 1 is done.
Round 1, i said, i thought it was over quickly.
Yeah i need a break before the next one. So was that hard enough ? He asked.
No, i said, i preferred the last time, so if its easier to go very hard and not worry bout the aim, make that for round 2
Are you not hurting then ? He asked.
I just smiled and said no.
But i know for a fact i will be after round 2, and i reckon if coukd be worse than last time too.
Yet i really looking forward to it.
I wish you all a Happy Spanky New Year. I'd love to hear from anyone who would like some fun chat and I hope that in the year ahead you all find just what you're looking for, hoping for, wanting, needing . . . Love to you all
P.S. Apologies to anyone that I have unintentionally offended over the months/years, I was just getting used to this strange world that we're all part of. Thanks for your patience.
I am a 31 man from the woodlands texas. But I just moved to the Denver Colorado area. I am looking for a female or females. need l title spanking in her life. Add me please if this is something you would like. Email me at Mattnwood@aol.com ...and here to make new friends as well.
Ive had this one for years and I make a point of reading it at least once a year... just wannna share it this time
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!!"
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction.
If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.
If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful,
well liked, beautiful, but for me...
I will always try to be Ugly.
Standing before me with a worried look on her face.
Turning up the heat, I remove her shirt with grace.
Her eyes come alive as more skin is about to be bare.
Turning up the heat, slowly peeling her jeans from her derriere.
Still defiant, yet I detect a trembling jaw.
Turning up the heat, gently unclasping her bra.
A flicker of doubt sweeps across her face.
Turning up the heat, lowering panties of lace.
Ashamed and bashful she lowers her head.
Turning up the heat, piling the pillows on the bed.
She climbs into bed before I can count to three.
Before we drift off to sleep I turn up the thermostat another degree.