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It was the day before Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was due for her maintenance with the wolf pack. Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was preparing her world famous brownies with chocolate on top and galoots when she realized that she was out of some key ingredients. Little Miss Kissie-Boobs created her shopping list and grabbed her pocketbook and headed out to the market. She came to a fork in the road. The right was the long way to the store and the left was much shorter, but took her through the property of Mister Papa Bear. The Bears were very particular about characters trespassing on their land.
“Oh, what ever am I going to do? I don’t have much time and really should take the short cut, but the Bears would really be upset if I were caught. I know, I’ll crouch down and sneak by and they will never know.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was very proud of herself for coming up with such a clever resolution. So she headed left, always the best way to go. When she closed in on the Bear’s property, she crouched down to sneak by. She was almost past the end of the Bear’s property when she was stopped in her tracks. A pair of shoes and furry legs faced her. She looked up and lo and behold, Mister Papa Bear was looking down at her.
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs shrieked and started to run away. But Mister Papa Bear was too quick and grabbed her arm.
“Well, well, well Little Miss Kissie-Boobs is trying to cross our property again. I put signs up, but you don’t obey them. Mistress Mama Bear is not going to be too happy with you, is she?”
“Oh, Mister Papa Bear, I’m in such a hurry, I didn’t have much time. Please excuse me this time. Please?”
“My Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, I seem to recall that you gave me this exact same excuse last time I caught you trespassing. You got a good smacking on your hiney for that, but obviously it wasn’t hard enough for you to remember. Mistress Mama Bear doesn’t take kindly to repeat offenders. Let’s go see what Mistress Mama Bear has to say about this.”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo, please, Mister Papa Bear, can’t we do this on another day? I don’t have much time, I have so much to do.”
“Sorry, Mistress Mama Bear would skin my hide if I let you get away with this. And I think it’s better your hiney, than mine. No, we are going to see Mistress Mama Bear right now. You can plead your case, but I’m pretty sure it won’t work. Mistress Mama Bear believes that discipline should be applied at the time of the offense. Let’s go.”
Mister Papa Bear took hold of Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ ear and walked her to the house. They entered and Little Miss Kissie-Boobs stood quietly with her pouty face and her hands behind her covering her hiney. Mistress Mama Bear turned to see Mister Papa Bear and Little Miss Kissie-Boobs standing by the door.
“What have we here, Mister Papa Bear? And Little Miss Kissie-Boobs covers her hiney like a girl waiting to be smacked with my mean hard hair brush. Mister Papa Bear?”
“Mistress Mama Bear, I found Little Miss Kissie-Boobs sneaking on our property to take the short cut to the market. Little Miss Kissie-Boobs deliberately ignored the signs and then tried to talk me into letting her go. I brought her directly to you, as I know I should.”
“Mister Papa Bear, you know what would have happened if you let her go, that’s why you brought her straight to me. Come over here, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs walked over to Mistress Mama Bear, still covering her little hiney.
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you were trespassing on our property, right?”
“And Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you deliberately ignored the signs, right?”
“And Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you tried to talk Mister Papa Bear into letting you go, right?”
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you know what is going to happen now, don’t you?”
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss, I’m going to get my hiney smacked with your mean hard hair brush.”
“That’s right, and one more thing. Mister Papa Bear did the right thing by bringing you to me. So as a reward, I’m going to let him give you a smacking too, with his long oak ruler.”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo, please Mistress Mama Bear. I have to get to the market before it closes. Can’t he smack my hiney at another time? Please?”
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, I’m sure Mister Papa Bear told you that I believe that discipline should be applied at the time of the offense, right?”
“Let’s not delay this any longer. You know where I keep my mean hard hair brush. Fetch it, now.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs went into Mistress Mama Bear’s bedroom and retrieved the mean hard hair brush from the dresser. Little Miss Kissie-Boobs brought the mean hard hair brush to Mistress Mama Bear. Mistress Mama Bear had Little Miss Kissie-Boobs remove her panties and place herself over Mistress Mama Bear’s lap. The next 10 minutes were filled with hard smacks, ouches and owies, legs kicking up and down and tears falling.
“Now go and stand in that corner to calm yourself. Soon it will be time to reward Mister Papa Bear for his good behavior. It so seldom happens, you see.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs moved to the corner with her hands on her head, standing as still as can be with her very hot, well smacked bottom.
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, fetch Mister Papa Bear’s long oak ruler, then get over his knee. He will be giving you a hard 5 minute smacking. Then maybe, just maybe, you’ll realize that we won’t be putting up with your shenanigans any more. You will be sleeping on your tummy tonight.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs fetched Mister Papa Bear’s long oak ruler and placed herself over his knee. Mistress Mama Bear signaled Mister Papa Bear to start smacking Little Miss Kissie Boobs’ hiney. Mister Papa Bear raised his arm and brought down the long oak ruler on Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ hiney so hard that Little Miss Kissie Boobs almost jumped off of Mister Papa Bear’s lap. But Mister Papa Bear held Little Miss Kissie-Boob down tight and continued to barrage Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ hiney until Mistress Mama Bear grabbed his arm to stop the smacking.
Mistress Mama Bear helped Little Miss Kissie-Boob off of Mister Papa Bear’s lap. Mistress Mama Bear had Little Miss Kissie-Boob face her to give her a stern warning.
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, I hoped you learned your lesson. I promise you that the next time you are caught trespassing your smacking will be doubled. Now get out of here and I don’t want to see you again unless you’ve been invited.”
“Mistress Mama Bear, can I please have my panties back?”
Mistress Mama Bear gave Little Miss Kissie-Boobs THE look and pointed to the door.
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs left the Bear’s house, and wondered why she keeps losing her panties all the time and realized that this could get very expensive if it continues.
“Thank you, Mistress Mama Bear, for allowing me the pleasure of smacking Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ hiney.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed that Mister Papa Bear, and by the way, aren’t you due for a maintenance tonight? Heeheehee.”
As Little Miss Kissie-Boobs walked away to the market, Mistress Mama Bear and Mister Papa Bear broke out in song —
“Where, oh where has our Goldipox gone?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
We know it’s time for her to be spanked,
We want her over our knee!!”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs turned and looked back at the Bears.
“I think I have to make a phone call, yeah, it’s time…”
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That was the sound of a pin dropping. It bounced and skidded a bit.
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Took off work yesterday and finally got through all the stuff in the bedroom. When Julie died, the closet in that room was completely full of boxes and storage containers. Anything from newspaper/magazine clippings (she had boxes and boxes of them) to quilting/needlepoint supplies to pictures and frames. Took forever to sort it all out and separate what's being donated to the thrift store and what's going elsewhere, but it's FINALLY done. Sure feels good, too.
One of the things I found was a little miniature Lane cedar chest. I didn't realize it when I first found it and set it aside for further examination, but it was obviously Julie's treasure box. It contained several cloth bags full of various crystals and other stones.
I'm not a big believer in mystical or spiritual stuff, but every time I empty one of those bags into my hand, I can feel Julie's spirit so strongly it brings tears to my eyes.
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I'M WRITING THIS BLOG to raise awareness on just how dangerous STI's (sexually transmitted infections) are on Maui, the gateway from/to all corners of the planet. Syphilis, HIV and Hep C is everywhere on Maui where single young men and women are playing "between the sheets". and to make it more intense High School starts this week. Share this with a son or nephew and tell them to share it with their buddy's. Everyone got to stay Healthy here! Get the word out to young local and visitors if your having SEX and SINGLE on Maui use condoms no kidding brah..
NO NO UNPROTECTED SEX. Use condoms and if you think your going to have problems "wrapping it up" come see me. I have no qualms about giving out a dozen strikes on your bare ass (mentoring, a teachable moment) to remind you to use CONDOMS with SEX ALWAYS Spread the word..If not now then when?
Spinner HIV outreach Maui USA
---Now to one of my passions, parts of it, not as healthy as I would like. Started back to church recently so I'm working on this passion just like life. Choices to make each day I get up, a renewal of my mind that's not about luck. There is more peace today then psych, believe or not, most times I'm childlike--- Spinner
It is summer on Maui and for the last thirty years razor strops, wood/plastic paddles and couple well worn bath-brushes have hung in my closet ready to bring them out when asked by local and visitors. There is something to be said about focused pain and mixing it up with testosterone, adrenaline and endorphins that ain't no tattoo but a male to male paddling. A safe environment and compassion is a absolute must it never can be "just" about striking a bare butt. Since the beginning of time young or older adult males have been playing, teaching, mentoring or punishing each other with the paddle to get a point across (no lying, stealing, disrespecting) and to wake you up and get you out of that rut (smoking pokalolo instead of finding work, skipping school or being high at school) just to name a few. We all get in ruts God knows I do. Sometimes I need "motivation" to help stay focused, cleaning my bathroom, keeping my backyard from becoming the amazon rain forest, you get the idea. My Portuguese friend that has been here his whole life calls the paddling I do "a bit of Hawaiian love". I always tell him let me know, I'm available anytime except Sunday morning church and Bible men study on a Tuesday night!
I'm the granddad type most times at peace with myself so if you come my way and after a long talk story its real clear for you to beware bending over and then restrained to my up-side down easy chair then a good solid strapping will take place. All that will be bruised is your ego and being humbled is in store. There is something about not being able to say "STOP I had enough" that is a for-sure. Afterwards your rear will feel like its on fire, looking like a fresh mowed lawn, welts evenly laid overlapping, a crisscross pattern, from about a half inch down from the top of your crack to the top of your legs and assurance that your gluteus maximus wont be sitting down anytime soon. No permanent damage is the "honest to God truth" that once your paddling is completed and everything is said and done really has hurt no one.
The razor strop, my first choice and after a couple or so strikes raises your voice. That first strike with the strop on your bare ass, the crack, snap sound of it, the reaction and welt soon after, shootz buddy, I can't get enough of it. My promise to you, no nightmares, just memories of what you learned and changed in your life from this intense "get out of your rut wake-up call". My hope is that this whole experience for us both was not a waste of time and was worth it all. One thing all these years I can't seem to shake it's like I got a thorn stuck in my side and I'm falling from Grace.
PS I will let you in on a secret that only a handful on Maui know I'm Santa on Vacation here escaping from the snow. It's plain to me whether your naughty or nice but look why not stay Stay Healthy for such a nice prize BIG Sugar Plums and sweet looking Frilly Bums for the rest of your life!
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“Turn around,” he commanded.
Her jaw tightened and she didn’t move.
He flogged her breasts in a rapid figure-eight swing, the leather tassels punishing first one peak, then the other.
She squealed, jerking in surprise and turning her head to the side.
“Turn around,” he repeated.
This time she spun around, dancing on her tiptoes.
He went to work on her lovely ass, using the same motion to catch first one side, then the other. He loved the sound of the suede striking her flesh, the way her twin moons bounced in response to each blow. He whipped until her ass took on a rosy glow, then he moved down and whipped the backs of her thighs. When he swung it between her legs, she shrieked, crossing them and spinning from her wrists.
“Very naughty,” he scolded. “You don’t get to cover any part from me when you are being punished. I’m going to find something to help you remember.” He brought the handle of the flogger to her mouth. “Hold this,” he instructed.
She glared at him, but opened her teeth and took it.
He flicked her nipple with his index finger. “Good girl.”
Walking to the kitchen, he pulled out the ginger root and a knife and peeled a long section, carving a finger-shaped length with a bulbous end. He brought it back, watching her look at it in confusion, the flogger still clenched dutifully between her jaws.
“Wha ib at?” she attempted to ask.
He sauntered behind her. “Arch your back.”
She hesitated for a moment, but to his delight, she did tilt her pelvis, lifting her ass toward him.
He pulled her cheeks apart. She squealed and tried to dance away, but he gave her ass a sharp slap. “Hold still or I will make your punishment far worse,” he warned.
She whimpered, but stopped moving. Her legs trembled as he parted her cheeks once more. He brought the tip of the ginger plug to her anus and she flinched again, trying to squeeze her cheeks together against the intrusion. He slapped her rosy ass once more. “Open for it,” he commanded hoarsely.
She held still, mewling as he embedded the tortuous root.
He pushed it in and out while she squeaked. It would take a few minutes before the heat of the ginger would begin to burn her anus and warm her entire pelvic region. He walked around to the front of her and took the flogger from her mouth. “Thank you,” he said.
Her eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but he also saw concern as she glanced at his burn, then at the corner of his mouth. “Are you bleeding?” she asked in a small voice.
He swiped at his mouth and found a little blood from his coughing. He gave his head a quick shake. Showing weakness wasn’t his thing, even if it did win her remorse. “It’s nothing,” he assured her. He opened the door and lowered her wrists a bit. “Stand with your legs wide apart,” he ordered.
She obeyed. He almost missed her more rebellious self. Almost. But the submissive Sasha was sweet enough to eat. He stepped behind her and licked from the two dimples above her ass to the vein at her throat, his tongue dragging over her smooth skin, the taste of her intoxicating.
She began to waggle her ass, her chest heaving with quickened breath. “Erm...ooh...ah.”
“Has the burn begun to set in, little fairy?”
She bit her lip. “Ow. Oh. Take it out, Charlie,” she said, swaying her hips to and fro. “Please?”
“Keep those legs apart,” he ordered, slapping the flogger up between her legs to punish her little pussy.
“Ack!” She jerked, but kept her legs open.
He struck again and again, going lightly, judging by her noises what was too much and too little until she was moaning, her breath coming in sobs. He moved around to the front of her, and continued his assault on her sex from that direction, interspersing the slaps with blows to her peach-tipped breasts.
“Oh my God, it’s too much. Oh Charlie, take it out, oh...oh,” she moaned. If her voice didn’t sound so completely wanton, he might have believed her ruse that she’d had too much.
His Captive Mortal
When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.
**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
On Amazon: http://mybook.to/hcm
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I am well overdue a spanking. Last spanking was over 2 months ago. In fairness was far too much going on that did have more of a priority than being spanked.
But its high time i received a spanking
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Today my partner paddled me in the wheelbarrow position with my new ping pong paddle I got at a store. It was so arousing. This is absolutely the best paddle I've ever felt so far. And afterward he sucked me off and it was awesome. :D I've asked him to play ping pong with my ass later, with my wrists tied together behind my back and I'm incredibly excited for it.
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i am a spankee looking for someone in my area to take me over the knee. i have been spanked before but it has been months and i am craving a good spanking from someone who knows what they're doing. i am in the B.C vancouver area. considering someone in Seattle or something as well.
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It is my BFF's birthday and I have got the grill going. I am going to feed her and tell jokes to make her smile. Happy Birthday to My friend and sister.... Thank you Lord for giving her to me.
I still remember the first day we met
We were too shy to say much at all
It's funny to think back to that time
Because now we're having a ball!
They say that true friendship is rare
An adage that I believe to be true
Genuine friendship is something that I cherish
I am so lucky to have met you.
Our bond is extremely special
It is unique in its own way
We have something irreplaceable
I love you more and more each day.
We've been through so much together
In so little time we've shared
I will never forget all the moments
that you've shown me how much you cared.
Friends are forever
Especially the bond that you and I possess
I love your fun-filled personality
Somehow you never fail to impress.
The world could use more people like you
it would certainly be a better place
I love everything about you
You are someone I could never replace.
You are always there for me
When my spirits need a little lift
I cannot thank you enough for that
You are truly an extraordinary gift.
You are everything to me and more
I could never express that enough
Life is such a treacherous journey, and
Without you it would be even more tough.
Our story will continue to grow
With each passing day
Because I trust that with you by my side
Everything will always be Okay.
You are so dear to me
You know I will love you until the end
I will always be there for you, and
You will always (and forever) be my best friend.
Views: 217 · Added: 8 days ago
In desperate need of 20 or 30 good hard whacks with a wooden paddle
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Just a few moments ago at 9:22am EST, our videos turned over 250,000 hits. This took us only 105 days after joining and posting our first video. This means that on average, our videos have gotten a little over 2,380 hits per day for 105 days straight.
Daila and I never thought that videos of my punishments would gather such interest and we are blown away by the responses that we have gotten from you all. We wanted to both take a moment to thank everyone that has watched our videos, checked out our pictures, and read this blog. Your comments and emails have been very inspiring.
We will be continuing to re-post all of our original collection of SpankingTube videos along with some new ones that were never seen on SpankingTube. In addition, as long as there are people enjoying what we are producing, we will continue to put videos out there for you.
Thanks again to our global spanking community on SpankingTube.
Daila & Ryder
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G: I can't promise I won't punish you.
G: Because you might need it
S: What would I need it for? Haven’t I been good to you?
G: Yes, but I need to keep you in line
S: What are you going to do?
G: I'll suggest we go out to get some beer. You agree. After we get some at the store, I'll drive us out of town to a big park, find a secluded spot to park, and I'm taking you out in the middle of the night to paddle your bare ass. Make you bend over the car. I'll tie your hands back
S: I won't let you
G: You want it. I know you do. You just don't know it yet.
S: You're so...mean to me
G: Not mean enough, apparently. You still break things and don't fix them, just leave them for the next guy.
S: Are you going to strip me nude?
S: Oh no! I'll be totally mortified. I hate being nude...it's so exposing and intrusive
S: How is that good?
G: Maybe you'll learn to clean up your mess at work if I can humiliate you enough in front of everyone
S: Don’t punish me please
G: Well I should spank you in the morning for staying up past your bedtime. I'll spank you until your ass bleeds, and you'd better not make me late for work. Your ass is mine to do with as I please. It has my name on it... And I know it will take a lot of work
S: What kind of work
G: Meaning I'll have to keep punishing you until you do your job right
S: What did I do to deserve this?
G: You are the best and naughtiest person I ever dated
S: I just want it to be over. I can't. It embarrasses me so.
G: Because it feels too good?
S: It’s strange in that sense... how you make me in front of everyone.
G: I'll spank you while you're bent over the car and go to town on your ass and force you to suck my dick outside. I want the world to see you are mine
S: so I imagine that you pull the car over into a lit parking lot, bend me over and end of your car, put the chain cuffs around my ankles and another on my wrists, pull my jeans and underwear all the way down, and start hitting me across the ass with a wooden paddle with holes, and make me scream, jerk about, and wriggle in scorching pain. I'll cry so much... you have to restrain me
G: Then I'll tie you to a small tree. I'll put a rope around the chain of the handcuffs and tie it around the tree trunk and fuck you rough.
S: But what it hurts too much
G: Too bad. I want to pin you down and spank you until your ass bleeds. Then stick my throbbing cock into you. I'll pound your ass and spank you every time you cry out for me to stop or slow down and I'll grab your hair and pull with each thrust
S: Don’t do it... it hurts so bad I kick and scream
G: This only makes me go harder. And get hard
S: I'm so scared. What are you going to do after you destroy my ass with the paddle?
G: Lick it inside and out. After I cum inside you, I would sit under you and lick you while you're still tied to the tree
S: Please don't. it's so sore is that so you can put something in it again?
G: Of course. I may use my finger. I may use your vibrator, maybe my throbbing cock
S: Please don't... I can't take your penetration anymore. I won't let you. I'll scream. It’s so embarrassing how good it feels. I just can't take it.
G: Be proud that it feels so good
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So I was going through some boxes of my late wife's clothing Saturday and happened across a lovely black print dress. After looking at it, I got the wild idea that it might fit, so I tried it on. Sure enough, it fit like a glove and actually didn't look too bad for a sixty-three year old guy in a dress. :)
So I decided it was Julie's way of sending me a message and wore the dress last night when my roommate spanked me. I had a lovely pair of black print panties with lacy rose-colored panels on the front that I wore underneath. My roomie loved the outfit! After turning me over her knee, she caressed my bottom through the silky fabric before slowly raising the dress to expose my panties. I then got a brief warmup on the panties before they came down for the application of various paddles, a strap, and a hairbrush.
Wearing the dress for my spanking put me in a much more submissive mindset, and it seemed like my bottom was really arching up to welcome the smacks as they landed. I took a much more sound spanking than usual, and towards the end was simply sprawled across her lap absorbing whatever she gave me.
This may sound silly, but I felt like Julie, by providing the dress, had participated in my discipline session and I felt especially fulfilled as my roomie cuddled me afterwards.
All in all, it was a wonderful experience and I can't wait to do it again! I love dresses!
Views: 388 · Added: 9 days ago
As ZadokThePriest has noted in his latest blog there are deficiencies in the security on here.
One other thing i would like to point out. On a couple of occasions i have noticed that photographs posted on here, jpg's, often still have the meta data attached to them.
I have had to point out to the people of the EXTREMELY serious consequences this can lead to.
Please delete all meta data from your images before posting them.
If you don't know what meta data is or what can be stored in it i suggest you find out very quickly.
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Views: 393 · Added: 9 days ago
Really unique blog title isn't it lol
Was wondering how you lovely people on here feel about spankings as time progressed within your own experiences.
Do you reckon the more you get the more you want and the harder you need to receive it
And also from a Top or a Doms viewpoint do you want to go that bit further each time.
I have noticed on person in particular a has a style and all 'his girls' seem to get pretty much the same treatment
Whereas I know for me I'm getting more and more risky and wanting it more often and want to be pushed to my limits more.
Any views anyone ?
Much love and hugs and of course red bums to you all
Views: 214 · Added: 9 days ago
A while ago, directly after that sexy texting conversation I posted, I got the hottest spanking, and an equally hot one the next day. The first one was incredible and I told him to go as hard as he could--the paddle made my ass bleed--and then sex afterwards; face in the carpet and ass in the air. The next day he used a strap I found, which put bruises all over my ass. I've never had my ass bruised or bleeding before so that was exciting. Every moment was highly arousing and I can't stop thinking about those days. I asked him to spank me yesterday after one of his legendary hour long blowjobs but I couldn't get super into it because my dick was so tired. Still felt good though. :D
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I’ve decided to remove my videos for the time being. I discovered that if someone has posted a link to a video elsewhere (as I found on the British Caning Society in a post entitled “Anyone know who Ms. E is?”) the video is still viewable even though I’ve set it to ‘Private’ here on SpankingTube.
Rather a shame but I’ve noticed other flaws in the security here. For example videos would still show up and be viewable even though they were supposedly private if I used the mobile site. i.e. I've been able to see material here which belongs to someone who isn't my 'Friend' and who thinks their films are private.
This cavalier approach is fine for commercial enterprises posting teasers of their 'to buy' material and those who are posting stuff they've taken from elsewhere on the net. It is not what I need when posting my own material.
Views: 214 · Added: 10 days ago
can't help but feel so extremely annoyed , I feel myself pulling away from him again an I don't no what to do . Its an on going struggle , I no nothing is made to be easy , but jeez , just a little would be nice :/
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A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in a small club in a town in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he's going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and starts shouting: "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does the color of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being? It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community and from reaching our full potential as a person, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against, not only blondes, but women in general...and all in the name of humor!"
The ventriloquist is embarrassed and begins to apologize, when the blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little jerk on your knee!"
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