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tossiah07's avatar

Views: 173 · Added: 4 days ago

I love a good booty rub.... I don't know why but I do. I feel so good and relaxing. A good otk spanking is one that has lotion applied booty rub. I know it sounds weird but after being spanked and ass is on fire. that lotion is the cooling agent that makes it feels all better. Even thou you know that it will only last for a few seconds before the soreness set in. I could go for a good booty rub right now without the a spanking then to be given a good emotional release spanking. That sounds real nice right now.

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Rocks51's avatar

Views: 213 · Added: 4 days ago

I failed miserably at beginning my spanking life with a birthday spanking so I looked back at what went wrong when I basically threw myself at my manfriend (at my age, I thought that sounded better than boyfriend, but I think I'm wrong) and he rejected any ideas of spanking me. Perhaps, I should have taken a little more time explaining my decades-long desire to be spanked. Instead, I went full steam ahead without the desired result.

Last night, we again went out to dinner. During dinner, the couple at the table behind us was discussing the Fifty Shades movie. Michael turned to me and asked if I had seen the movie yet. I told him I had not and asked if he wanted to go. He paused for a moment and said "Is this what it was all about"? I didn't get a chance to respond before he said, "You asking me to spank you last night". I told him my request had nothing to do with the movie. "Oh" was his response and the rest of dinner was spent with small talk.

The drive back to my house was pretty quiet too and I half expected him to walk me to the door and go home but he came inside. I made coffee and we sat on the couch to watch the 10:00 news. He was a little uncomfortable, I could tell. I guess he was half-expecting me to fling myself at him again. I finally said that I had a headache, which was the truth, and oerhaps we'd better call it a night. He stood up, pulled me to my feet, kissed me goodnight and walked to the door. He turned around and said "Perhaos we can revisit your request tomorrow night". Well, I jumped at that and told him I'd cook dinner and we could just plan on staying in.

Wish me luck.

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Views: 203 · Added: 4 days ago


Crimson escaped...

Well not entirely...

She went to visit her parents for what was going to be 1 day and ended up staying 2 days so she didn't get home until mid day on Friday.

Now, she did call and express her concern about the SHED... (not sure how sincere it was or if her bottom was just twitchin ;) but she asked for a 'few days' more. I said NO.

I said we'll see when you get home if there is any extension and so I have extended it to be at the END of the day on Saturday, which is today.

She is still sleeping right now and I know she'll have every excuse (too tired, too achey, too something) to not get started but no reason will be accepted and whatever status the SHED is in (and I will take a picture of it to share at the end of the day), is the condition her bottom will be in if it's not done!

Smoking...

Due to a LONG discussion and working out a more mutually agreeable solution. There has been modifications to allow Crimson to smoke but with a number of limitations and restrictions for the month of March while she gets her mindset prepared for quitting.

She has received an Attitude Adjustment spanking and scolding to reinforce the fact that she is still held accountable for each and every limit and restriction violation and it will not be pleasant in the least if she breaks one of our agreed rules.

She has also been reassured (during the same spanking) that quitting IS still going to happen, we will just see how she's doing by the end of March to see whether a pacing plan (20, 15, 10, etc...) or a Cold Turkey plan, will be the route we will take.

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Views: 122 · Added: 4 days ago

As many of you know, I am sole carer for my ailing wife 24/7 - But here in the UK, there is provision for carers to have time off, whilst (In my case) my wife is taken for 2 weeks into a care home (She is very happy about this!) Free of all charges!
So, some time in mud-March, I will be free to indulge my interest in Spanking - both receiving and giving!
So if there are any ladies in the UK mainland, who would like to join me in a little fun (Sorry, I ONLY "Play" with females, and NEVER relate that to sex) - Please let me know (If we are not already friends, we can always CHANGE THAT! He He!)
Sorry, but I can't afford to travel overseas! but hope I will get SOME who take me up on my offer?????

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Mater25's avatar

Views: 179 · Added: 5 days ago

i just recently was laid off my job but we are playing it as i lost my job
my ex wife has already said i am gonna get a very hard spanking for it
so hopefully will have a new video before i get a new job

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Abitoffun's avatar

Views: 286 · Added: 5 days ago

Well I will be getting a good spanking tonight and tomorrow really looking forward to them hoping to have a lovely bruised bottom

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Wayne1975's avatar

Views: 145 · Added: 5 days ago

I just thought i d ask if people actualy bought from any who put clips up or sold items advertised here do speak up

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feelingnaughty's avatar

Views: 203 · Added: 5 days ago

Today I am going to have my first session with Matt. He is my new local mentor. I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous because I don't exactly know what to expect from him besides the obvious, a sore bottom. I trust him wholeheartedly so my nervousness is not about him. It is more about the unknown of how and with what and for how long. I also worry whether he will be able to push it to get through to me. I hope so, I really want to improve. Hope everyone has a great weekend! Huggies and cuddles!

Naughty Britches

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Views: 192 · Added: 6 days ago

The wife and I are still trying to figure out what all the hype is about. She read the book and didn't really think alot of the writing. Saw the movie and we were like meh. The only thing I can take from this is it's this decades 9 and 1/2 weeks. It seems there has always been a movie every few years that talks about what we do. The most three recent mainstream films I can recall is Exit to Eden, Secretary and the above mentioned. What made the books so hot that people couldn't put them down? Is society more accepting of kink than it was when Story of O was written and made into films? I think this may be it. As a veteran I remember reading about how the late Ed Lee (NuWest aka The Godfather of Spanking IMO) told tales of getting threatening letters from the government while trying to keep NuWest/Leda running, to where a novelist such as Anne Rice wrote a series of spanking novels under the name Anne Rampling (The Beauty Series). Maybe it can be looked upon as a victory for what past kinksters pushed for, mainstream. I just hope that people don't see the movie and just go jumping into this with no idea of what they're doing and knowing you can hurt someone. Let me get back on point, what do you think gives Fifty Shades so much hype?

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Mr_Moon's avatar

Views: 219 · Added: 6 days ago

She stares intently through the window of the coffee house. Her eyes nervously glance to and from the little red door across the road. Number 77, Salisbury Road. Bright red. Brass knocker and handle. Three steps up from the pavement. Not two. Not four. Three.

She traces the outline of her tea cup. A coffee girl by habit; double macchiato, maybe a cappuccino, but her beating heart and clammy palms had convinced her calm was good. There was already way more adrenalin thumping around this Tuesday evening than she was used to. A bored man in a grey suit briefly blocks her view of the door, and then it reappears. Bright red behind the dull street, the monochrome cars, the colourless commuter-belt terraced houses.

Her heart hop-skips. Did she see the curtain twitch in the little bay window? That’s him. Waiting for her. She glances down at her polished girlish shoes, and for an agonising second cannot look up. When at last she tears her gaze back to the window, there is no discernible sign of life, and she is suddenly aware of a cold disappointment quite out of proportion to the moment. She takes a breath and scolds herself inwardly for being childishly melodramatic.

Eight weeks. That is how long they had been chatting on line. Eight weeks of laughing out loud at the cleverness and wit of a person she had never met. Eight weeks of the highs and lows of opening her laptop to find if he had messaged her. Eight weeks of discovering fantasies she never knew were hers, of being shocked at her own sexuality, of daydreaming and drifting at her desk, of waking up in the middle of the night to find herself masturbating like a frustrated teenager, of shuddering orgasms that left her giddy, soaked, and shaking. Eight weeks.

It was she who had suggested they meet. She who had said she needed to know how it felt for real. The spankings, the slipperings, the canings that had been ever-present plot lines to their increasingly erotic correspondences had taken on a life of their own. They needed to take flight, to breathe their own breath, to take form.

“I want you to spank me like your naughty little school girl. I need to be over your knee. I need you to spank me over my panties, then pull them down, and spank my bare bottom with your slipper. And when you have me begging to be let off , pleading for mercy,then I want you to strip me naked and cane my bum until I can’t sit down. And then, Sir, I’m going to thank you the way a naughty girl should”.

The words were out, sent, flying through cyberland before she knew she had typed them. For what seemed like an hour she had stared at the screen, wondering if she had really just done what she thought she had done. Maybe she dreamt it. Maybe this was another of her 3AM half-asleep wet dreams. Maybe she’d wake up soon. Maybe.

Tuesday. 7PM, my house. 77 Salisbury Road. You can’t miss it, red door, three steps up from the pavement. I would advise you be on time.

Maybe not.

She blinks. The bright red door, or the Tube home? A life-long fantasy, or just another Tuesday. The Red Pill, or the Blue. Without another thought, she rises, and heads for the door.

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Scorpio's avatar

Views: 231 · Added: 6 days ago

Good Morning Folks,

Today I wanted to start a discussion regarding any special implements that would be considered the crowning piece of your collection. Not just favorite to use or have used on you, or not just the one that is the heaviest, but a implement that is unique, rare, or has a certain sentimental quality to it.

Example A. Nu-West founder Ed Lee frequently used what he called an "Australian dog whip" in many of his productions, 3 Whipped Women being the best example. Before his passing Ed had a monthly newsletter, and in one of them he told the tale of purchasing three of these whips from a Aboriginal tribe in rural Australia. Two of these were lost or irreparably damaged, so the third was "guarded with my life" as he put it. Of course this was due to the fact the last one couldn't be replaced.

My example is somewhat similar, although not as exotic. Back in 1994 I went to an old school "adult bookstore" or creep magnet, to see if any spanking videos caught my interest. This dump also had a small selection of overpriced bondage gear. When I approached the fetish area I noticed this box in the corner with a bunch of bamboo sticks.

Walked over to take a look and turns out they were judicial canes imported from Singapore. There were stamps on all of the canes proclaiming "Made in Singapore" and the box appeared to have international shipping labels still stuck to it. Upon closer examination these were not hallow bamboo sticks for home decoration. These are much longer and heavier than English school canes.

Being that I was only 21 I didn't have much money to spend on this kind of stuff, but if memory serves me correctly they were around 20 USD. So I grabbed one for the hell of it.

My girlfriend at the time (Mara from a previous blog entry) could take an insane amount of spanking and loved every second of it. But with the Michael Fay caning case in Singapore being all over the news, along with descriptions of that caning, she was very apprehensive to try it. The first few times we treaded lightly and after a period of time built up she was able to take close to or over 100 strokes.

Before I ever used it on Mara I practiced swinging it on pillows because due to the size and weight the Singapore cane is much harder to control than the UK variety. Having practiced more than one style of martial arts that involves weapons I always had to keep it in the back of my mind that it didn't take much for me to deal an effective cane stroke.

Of course these were not ever, in any way, full fledged swings to cause deep purple bruising or draw blood. Personally, all of the severe stuff makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit and if someone reading this does enjoy making a woman bleed from the ass then get your frickin head examined. Seriously, WTF is wrong with you?

This thing also made a fun conversation piece. A kickboxing training partner of mine wanted me to get them one to add to their collection of martial arts memorabilia. When I went back to the scumpit bookstore I bought the last two they had. One for my sparring partner and one for my own back up.

Few years later a really sexy Dominatrix friend of mine asked to borrow one. She did have a submissive side due to being in control too much of the time. So made her a deal, I would borrow it to her but only if I can use it on her first, bent over her spanking bench.

Again, she asked to start off light and build up, not just start flailing away like some idiots would do. She became quite fond of it being used on her as well. Then a couple months later, supposedly the cane broke. Thankfully she let me give her a dose of her college paddle on the bare as method of repayment. Although to this day I suspect she still has it in her collection.

So now I am down to one of them. Glad I bought the second one because I never came across another. Over the past 20 years that I have owned this I have only used it on four women. Two loved the way I applied it, one was so-so and one girl took a single stroke and said forget it. These days the Singapore cane occupies a place near a European broadsword. While I may not use it very often, if ever, it is cool to see and know that it is a rare piece.

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dfantasy2live's avatar

Views: 157 · Added: 6 days ago

I was so very excited to wake on Tuesday to high 20's outside. A HEAT WAVE! I got dressed and was happy to run. Outside sunshine it was a GREAT DAY! Then Wednesday arrived with temps bellow 0 again. Ran on a darn treadmill inside and did a cardio workout inside. And now today is another frigged day. 11 weeks is all I have left. In my mind I will not get there. Do I just drop to the half marathon and know I can run it or do I just fight throw my fears and finish what I started? I am not one to quit something after I have already started. I am just worried I will not be able to complete this so early in the year. I guess I hope for nice weather for the weekend and go out for my long training and push myself to see how far I can go at the moment. I know I have done all I can up to this point and I have not let BackonTrack down or myself down for that matter. I just am questioning if this was a goal set to high?

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RosyPickwicket2's avatar

Views: 380 · Added: 6 days ago

He whipped her with a birch from time to time as was the custom in those days. Sometimes it was richly deserved. Sometimes she provoked him. Whatever the cause, he whipped her well and left her sobbing. She always cried and was enraged by the humiliation. Or, was she? There was something else simmering just below the surface. The birch left her strangely aroused, oftentimes more than their lovemaking. It excited her when he threw her skirts and petticoats over her head and ripped at her pantalets to expose her fair bottom. Her helplessness against his strength aroused her. Even the pain, though sometimes exquisite, could be titillating. As a young girl, she'd heard the older women talk of, "The Kiss of the Lady." Now she knew. There was a sweet excitement to the sting.

She knew it affected him, too. He ran from it, though, always throwing down the birch and riding off, leaving his own anger and excitement unfulfilled. She had made the pleasure/pain connection long ago but he had not. He loved her dearly and remained confused, even disturbed that punishing her aroused him so. She yearned for him to caress and touch her after he whipped her but he was always gone, gone without a word. She was tired of the dance and could wait no longer. It was time she showed him why lust, rage and affection swirled around each blow of the birch.

She wore a simple cotton dress that day and asked cook to prepare them a picnic lunch. She had to get him alone and away from the cares of the estate. Most of all, she needed privacy. She led Thunder out of the stable and holding the brimming picnic basket, tapped on the window where he was laboring over the books. His smile told her she had planned well. He was happy to see her and even happier to step away from his work.

They rode Thunder together out to a sunny spot in the fields. It was near a stream and far away from the main house. She found a nice spot to lay down the tablecloth and unpack their lunch. He opened the wine. They quickly eased into each other's company as they ate cheese and fruit, and the chicken cook had roasted for them. She could see how relaxed he was when she finally laid her head in his lap. They talked on and on about hopes and dreams and all the things young people do. She challenged him with riddles. He regaled her with tales of his forefathers. They laughed so easily. It was like those early days not so long ago when a viscount and a kitchen maid fell in love.

"I brought something for us to play with," she said.

He thought at first she meant backgammon or shuttlecock but he saw the mischief in her eyes.

"What are you up to?"

She reached into the picnic basket and brought out his birch, that fearsome bundle of twigs he wielded from time to time. Seeing his puzzlement, she caressed it against her face.

"We can use this for love as well as war, did you know that?"

Still he resisted her logic so she moved closer.

"You've never heard of, 'The Kiss of he Lady'?"

Of course, he'd heard and he knew. At some level he's always known. If he were honest, even the sight of the birch excited him, but he pushed those thoughts away. It always frightened and confused him that he enjoyed taking the birch to her. He was even a bit ashamed at how much he relished giving her a good birching when she provoked him.

"I want to show you how you excite me," she said. "Bring the saddle here so I can lie across it."

He was taken aback at first by her candor and boldness but moved quickly to get the saddle as she started unbuttoning her dress. She was wearing only her camisole and pantalets when he returned and had tied her hair up with a ribbon. She was beautiful standing there in the dappled sunlight. She handed him the birch and he needed no further hints or encouragement. He knew what she expected. He took the birch and pointed to the saddle.

"Please, Sir, " she said softly, "I will do better."
"Yes, you will," he said pointing again to the saddle and warming to her game. "I am about to teach you a very painful lesson" he said as her eyes sparkled.

"Now, woman!"

She lowered her eyes and put herself across the saddle. He knows! Finally, he's made the connection! As the saddle raised her hips, her pantalets opened to exposed her beautiful, rounded bottom. He was stunned at her posture and equally stunned at his response. There it was, finally out in the open. Whipping her aroused him. He walked around and knelt at her head. He pushed a curl off her face and touched a finger to her cheek.

"You are so lovely, my beautiful, beautiful Rose."

He was going to say more but she interrupted with a low whisper, "Please, sir?"

He put the birch down and pulled her camisole off over her head. He traced the birch over her neck and shoulders and watched her shiver and stretch out her arms and legs until she was one long arch over the saddle. He moved the birch back and forth across the small of her back. She groaned and pushed herself forward so her bottom rose even higher. He was mesmerized, fascinated by her response to a gentle sweep across her back.

He moved around to her feet, his eyes never leaving her. He was experimenting now, exploring and watching her response. He lightly touched the inside of her thighs and her legs moved apart. He dabbed it over her buttocks and she raised her bottom as if to meet her lover. He never realized how sensual she was or perhaps he never took the time. Finally, he understood that the birch could be both an erotic toy and an instrument of pain and ecstasy. He realized at last that his dominance over her excited them both.

For her part, she was lost in a cloud of caresses: his hands, the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze across her bottom and the teasing touch of the birch. Even the feel and smell of the leather saddle added to her excitement. She loved that she was helpless. She loved, too, that he was watching her. Her posture and silence were her gifts to him. She both feared and craved the punishment that he'd bring to her. Yet, she was hungry for it. She needed it and she needed it from him.

"Please, Sir," she said again.

"You must be punished! You understand that," he said more harshly than he had intended.

Watching her had transformed him as she knew it would. She had found a way. At his harsh words, she remained silent and turned her face down in full submission. He wanted to punish her now. He wanted to hear her cry out and suck in her breath. He moved the birch from hand to hand in anticipation. Her bottom was so beautifully round and inviting, framed as it was in white cotton. He whipped the birch through the air and watched her wince. He whipped it through the air again and watched her quiver and push her hips up to him. He was fully erect.

He began to thrash her with the birch, softly at first and then harder. Over and over he watched her writhe and meet the birch. She cried out but he couldn't tell, pain or passion? Or, both? She grabbed the tablecloth in her fists and sometimes even braced herself on her knees to boost herself higher. Her bottom was crimson now and showing the marks of the birch. The weals excited him as much as her cries. He lowered himself to lean on one knee. He held her down and whipped the birch across her buttocks again and again. She was sobbing as his strokes grew harder and her legs began to shiver and kick. Still, she never pleaded or asked him to stop. They were out in the fields, alone, and their excitement was in perfect sync. He was shocked at his passion as well as her's. She was screaming now as he clenched his teeth. They'd built themselves to a crescendo that couldn't be sustained. He fell on top of her, his face in her hair,

"I must take you, Rose. I want you." He was hoarse and rasped the words.
"Yes!" she wailed and pushed up as hard as she could.

And, so he did. He had whipped her and taken her, out in the fields on a beautiful summer afternoon. She lay spent and sobbing over a saddle. He collapsed over her, physically and emotionally drained. Only the loyal Thunder saw them as he munched on the nearby tender grasses.

© 2015 RosyPickwicket

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Abitoffun's avatar

Views: 264 · Added: 6 days ago

Thinking of doing a spanking marathon for 1 hour none stop if my bottom can take it

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zwheel's avatar

Views: 110 · Added: 6 days ago

He kept his mind on Heaven
Until Jezebel pulled down his britches
And showed him how sweet and hot
Hell could be.
Now his Bible lies behind the pulpit,
Forgotten,
While he worships the dragon tattoo
On Jezebel's well-muscled
Upper right arm.

Zack Quiller
Arcata, California

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Rocks51's avatar

Views: 212 · Added: 7 days ago

It's another birthday with no birthday spankings in sight. Even the current man in my life has his doubts. I still have almost 24 hours to show him the error of his ways. Any suggestions on how I might best go about that?

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judie62's avatar

Views: 162 · Added: 7 days ago

Is anyone having trouble viewing videos? I can;t it says I need to download Codec????????

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spankedjody's avatar

Views: 116 · Added: 7 days ago

would anyone have an interest in me making a self spanking video and posting it here? also if so, tell me what you would like to see.

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Views: 120 · Added: 7 days ago


That’s what she calls them, Emma, ‘tutorials’. What she means is that she is sending me away to be disciplined. This happens quite frequently, usually when I have misbehaved beyond that which she can address herself. Sure, Emma can swing a cane, wield a paddle or just plain spank me, but she is unable to achieve the emotional disconnect that is required to administer fully effective corporal punishment. I suppose I should be glad!
The Calling
I know it’s coming, I know when I have pushed the boundaries just that little bit too far. Emma measures the exact moment to tell me. It’s performed simply, matter of fact and despite the knowing, it always catches me by surprise, why I don’t know, I’m sure that subconsciously I engineer these situations myself, just so I can be punished. Why would I do that? Why would I want to be put in a position of such pain and humiliation?
The reason will be given, delivered by Emma in a cold and uncaring tone, I can’t help it but this really cuts, it hurts, far more than the physical punishment. Then, as if part of the overall theatre of the occasion, there is the letter that she has prepared, the letter outlining the reason I am to be disciplined, the sentence, method and severity of the beating, it’s all there in meticulous detail, even down to what she expects me to wear, all within that simple plain white envelope. On the back, in Emma’s neat handwriting is a date, time and location. She opens the envelope, takes out the letter and slowly unfolds it, she glances briefly at the content before passing it to me to read and understand. I feel her watching me, my expression as the words come together and I start to understand why the ’tutorial’ and what is expected of me in order to comply.
The Journey
There is always a week or so between Emma producing ‘the letter’ and the day itself, I have often thought that this is purposeful, a means of tormenting me further, am I reading too much into this?
The day arrives and Emma is now ‘in role’, taking command, punctuating the time with reprimands, scolding me, perhaps in an attempt to justify my imminent punishment.
I become conscious of the time, my tutorial is a significant distance away and I know that being late would invoke further and more severe consequences. As instructed, I shower and shave, taking great care to ensure that my body is as smooth as possible. Emma enters the room, hands me the clothing I am to wear, I start dressing and become aware of her eyes, watching, scanning, and inspecting my body as I slowly dress – I am ready.
With a stony expression Emma hands me the envelope and a package. The content of the letter comes back to me and I realise that the package and my ‘tutorial’ are intimately linked. There are no other words, I grab my keys and leave.When I reach the car I place the letter and package on the passenger seat and with the engine started I set the navigation, 1hr 55mins. My mind races, in two hours it will have begun. I start off and as I hit the motorway I recall the last time, the intensity of the beating and just how difficult it was to remain seated on the way back home. My bottom had been subject to a fierce and prolonged campaign of strokes which had left it scarlet, burning and every bump and bounce of the car caused added pressure on the mass of welts embedded in my cheeks. Was this ‘tutorial’ to be worse?
The walk
I am early, the roads had been easy, but I was early!! I park up, not too close but equally not too far for the walk. 2:45pm and my ‘tutorial’ is not until 3:00pm, I fidget, I’m nervous, scared even. My eyes glance at the package on the passenger seat, I should look, investigate, but do I want to know right now what is to be later used on me?
I pick the package up and carefully peel the tape from one end releasing the wrap. I become anxious as I separate the layers of brown paper until I can see it, a paddle, wooden, savage looking!!
I extract the paddle taking great care so as not to damage the wrapping. It is about 18” long, 4” wide and about ½” thick, it looks as though it’s oak, stained and with eight holes, each about ¾” in diameter. I am entranced by its beauty, its quality and consider the love and attention that had been applied to its creation. Then I remember its purpose as I relate back to Emma’s letter, this object is with me for one function only, my fear escalates.
2:55pm, its time. I repack the paddle taking care so as to return the packaging to its untouched condition, I take the package and the letter and leave the safety of my car for the walk.
Its 3:00pm and I am now stood outside the door, I am shaking almost uncontrollably as I raise my arm and rest my finger on the doorbell.
Slight pressure, I hear the bell and know that it is now too late, I’m committed!!

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dfantasy2live's avatar

Views: 155 · Added: 7 days ago

I see her at the bar. We have had chances in the past to experiment if our husbands would have let us. I will not let them get in our way tonight. I walk over to her table and sit in the empty chair. She smiles at me, and I can tell she is in the same mood I am. Hot and horny and wanting to play. Her heart shaped ass is calling out to me, for me to me to peel those jeans off of and spank it until it is has a beautiful rosy red blush to it.

I motion with my head for her to follow me.

She does follow me.

We are in the back room of the bar.

I peel those jeans from her hips, remove her panties, and make her squirm for more. I have her spread her legs to see if she is enjoying playing as much as I am. She is; she is wet to my touch.

We can still hear the people in the main bar. We can see people watching us, peeking through into the play area. But, we just do not care.
I can see and smell that she is enjoying herself. I give her pussy a soft slap, just to let her know, that I know how wet she is for me.
I start to make her bottom cheeks hot and red.

She is now meeting my hand in anticipation and grinding her pelvic bone into my thigh as she takes her spanking.
Her bottom is on fire I can feel the heat rising from her globes, into the flesh of my palm.

Then I notice you watching me, as I sneak my fingers between her thighs and find her wet pussy lips.
I stroke them and feel her grind back onto my hand; clearly wanting more. I find her little button and rub it until she is screaming my name and needing to cum.
As my sweet friend cums at my hand, I see that you are still watching entranced by our activities. I motion you to come closer. I see the bulge in your pants, the excitement in your eyes.

"Do you want to be next?" I ask, with a grin on your face you undo your jeans and place yourself across my lap.

With you over my knee, I start to swat your bottom with my hand. I can both, feel and hear you laughing at my attempts to chastise you.

Removing your boxer-briefs, I pull my belt off and wrap it around my hand. I soon see by the red marks it leaves on your skin, that the belt is making a bigger impression. I can also feel your shaft stiffening even more as it bumps up against my thigh. I roll your balls in my hand and pull on your sac ever so gently.

Your focus is not on who may be watching but where my hands and belt are. I move to caress your cock and feel you stiffen with every stroke.
I drop the belt and use my hand again this time with a little more force behind it. I feel you are close to climax, and I can only think about seeing your cock and tasting it. With that thought, I stop and have you stand up I drop to my knees and start to stroke your cock and lick the tip.

I want to taste you, so I take you into my mouth.

Your massive cock is now at the back of my throat, and I can hear you moan with pleasure. I start to suck hard, deep, and fast, now needing to taste your cum. I grab your hips, and you place your hands on my head I let you take what you need from me to give me what I want.

Your cum!

And then I feel the warmth hit the back of my throat. I moan and suck you dry. You pull yourself together, then sit on the chair I vacated.

You hold your hand out, I think you are going to help me up. Before I realize what you are doing, I am over your knee, and my legs are trapped between yours.

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