After a lecture from my wife I felt my her reach down and pick up her short otk cane. I felt my wife tapping the cane on my sore bottom and dreaded how much it was going to hurt. Still in tears I pleaded with her not to spank me any more, but it did not help me one bit.
I am in charge here young man and I alone decide when you have been spanked enough my wife scolded. You deserve this spanking young man and you are going to get it, no matter how hard you cry, beg and plead. I warned you to behave yourself noumerous times, but you did not listen.
Now you will feel the consequense young man my wife said sternly.
A second later she lifted her right hand high and started spanking me again. It stung horribly much and I was crying hard after a couple of dozen spanks with my wifes cane.
I kicked my legs in agony and squirmed over my wifes leather clad knees to avoid the hard impact of her cane, but to no avail.
Held firmly in place over her knees my wife gave me a long hard blistering spanking on my bare bottom and I shrieked in pain and sobbed hard when she consentrated on my sitspots.
The cane was biting like crazy and I franticly begged and pleaded with my wife to stop spanking me.
Nothing helped and my strict wife determined to teach me a lesson continued to spank my bare bottom hard with her cane. I had given up fighting by now and layed limb over her leather clad knees sobbing like the naughty boy I was.
I finally felt my wife stop spanking me after what felt like an hour, but was only 5 minutes.
She put her cane back down on the floor and ran her hand over my sore and bright red bottom.
Now this is a well spanked bottom she said and patted my bottom with her hand.
I bet you will feel this spanking for days.
I just sobbed and nodded my head.
Well I guess it is time to finish your punishment spanking my wife said in a firm and stern voice. She reached down and picked the leather strap up making me beg and plead again through my tears.
You can beg and plead all you want young man, nothing is going to make me stop spanking you until I am sure that you will not behave like this again my wife scolded and gave me a couple of dozen hard spanks with her right hand.
You just keep quiet and take your well deserved spanking young man. All I want to hear from you the rest of the evening is yes Maam. Is that understood young man?
Yes Maam I answered and just sobbed.
My wife raised the leather strap high over my bare bottom and began spanking me with it. It covered both red hot cheeks and stung like a thousand bees had stung me.
Desperately wanting this to stop but being totally helpless, I could do absolutely nothing and just layed there over my wifes leather clad knees and bawled my eyes out, as she gave me the most serious spanking with the leather strap I have ever recieved.
It seemed like my wife would never stop spanking me and I was franticly blubbering when my punishment spanking finally stopped. My wife put the leather strap down and ran her hand over my sore, burning and swollen bottom.
I was crying so hard that I did not hear her say that my spanking was over. I just layed there sobbing over my wifes leather clad knees trying to regaine some composure and dignety.
After a couple of minutes my wife unlocked my hand restraints from the front leg of the chair she was sitting on and told me to get up. I raised myself from her knees and to my great embarrassment saw big staines of pre cum on her black leather pants, from where my erection had rubbed against during my spanking.
I stood in front of my wife crying like a naughty little boy and felt her unlock my hand restraints from my wrists. Now get yourself back in the corner right now my wife said sternly and patted my sore bottom. And keep your hands at your side until I give you permission to get out of the corner.
I will keep an eye on you young man and if you dare rub your bottom I will take you right back over my knees this instant my wife said sternly.
I obeyed my wife and placed myself in the corner, desperately wanting to rub the sting out of my bottom. I was crying the entire time in the corner, shifting from one foot to another trying to cool my red hot bottom. I did not dare touch my bottom and had to fight hard not to disobey my wife.
After 20 minutes in the corner my wife told me that I was allowed to go and clean my tear stained face and I saw the result of the punishment spanking she had given me.
Bright red, swollen, bruised and small broken blisters all over my bottom. Oh boy it stung and burned as I rubbed my bottom.
I walked into the diningroom again where my wife had gotten a jar of cold cream out and told me to get over her leather clad knees again, so she could apply it to my very sore bottom.
I as greatful to her for rubbing cold cream into my bottom and wrer let up again.
Now get a wet wipe and clean your pre cum staines from my leather pants young man my wife said making me blush with embarrassment.
I did as I was told and the discipline session was over.
For the rest of the evening I layed on my stomack and slept the same way all night. My bottom is extremely sore today and I have a hard time sitting anywhere.
It was the most severe spanking of my life and I know I deserved everything I got.
I must try better to behave myself and I know that in a week I will be back over my wifes knees for the first of my maintenance spankings. I try not to think about it and doubt that my bottom will be ready for another spanking so soon, but I have only myself to blame.
Jenny watched a tad nervously as her co-workers packed up their stuff and started making their way out the door, eagerly chatting about their weekend plans. She rooted around in her desk, pretending to be looking for something, as she made sure the last one was finally gone. She glanced again at the email that sealed her fate.
We need to meet to discuss the Invoicing for Clemons Apartments. I expect you in my office at 5:15PM sharp.
Sam Hutchings, District Manager
Jenny shut down her computer, smoothed a small wrinkle out of her gray skirt and walked over to Mr. Hutchings large office at tthe end of the hall. She knocked timidly on the door, and was met with a mans low voice inviting her to come in. Mr. Hutchings sat as his desk, his blue eyes looking her over as she entered. He was about 40, muscular, with sandy blonde hair and (Jenny secretly thought) and very handsome smile. When he was smiling....which at the moment, he was not.
He pushed himself back from his chair and stood as the 26 year old beauty entered the room, and offered him a soft hello. He gestured toward a chair, and she sat down brushing a strand of brown hair which had escaped from her ponytail, behind her ear. Her pretty hazel looked up at him as he held up the now infamous invoice. He handed it to her simply saying, "Explain."
She glanced down at the series of numbers in front of her and easily found the mistake. "I only billed for half the amount you asked me to." she nearly whispered. He clasped his hands behind his back and stepped back. She took the cue and stood up. She took a step to the side and began to unbutton her blouse as he moved the chair to the middle of the room. She took off her shirt, letting her lacy bra come into view before she turned, folded her shirt and placed it onto his desk. She stepped out of her heels and scooted them under her desk.
Jenny turned and faced him, her arms at her sides, in just her bra and skirt. He was already sitting down, his face unreadible as he motioned her to stand at his side. She stood at his right side, and went over his knee in one practiced, un-argued, un-protested action.
He put his left arm around her waist, locking her in, and raised his arm high. He brought it down firmly, his large palm creating a slightly muffled but resounding crack on her skirt covered bottom. He brought it down this way, 10 more times until she let out a small squeel. He paused, and lifted her skirt, and slowly pulled down her panties. Jenny wiggled a bit, earning her a small smack to her now bare derriere. Sam gazed down in satisfaction at her her two perfect globes, which now glowed a faint shade of pink. He rubbed her soft mounds, and begen to softly, yet firmly lecture her about paying attention to her job. At every bullet point in his lecture he would give her five hard spanks to her quickly reddening bottom.
Jenny quietly listened to his speech as she stared at the carpet in his office. Whenever he ended a point, she would hold her breath letting it out in loud gasps as he spanked each cheek and even her thighs as he drove each lesson home. He paused, as he pulled her panties off, and she spread her legs knowing what he expected. She arched her back, and he began lightly spanking her inner thighs, the sting quickly turning into a low burn. She squeeled with each and every smack and he gave her a few small spanks to her pussy, earning him the higher-pitched squeels he found absolutely endearing.
He suddenly stopped, and told her to stand. She stood, and took a couple of shaky steps back and he caught her by the shoulders to keep her from falling. He then pointed to his desk, and she walked over to it, taking off her bra. She let her breasts fall and, blushing a bit, she opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a long thick paddle with holes. She handed it to him, and stood back, waiting for his direction. He admired her for a bit before saying, "Bend over my desk, legs spread wide."
She turned and bent over his desk, her bare breasts shivering against the cold wood. She reached over to the other side and grasped the end. She spread her legs as wide she could, giving him a near perfect bottom to paddle. She closed her eyes tightly as he measured the paddle against her trembling buttocks. Before she knew it, she heard a loud crack followed by a burning pain. She cried out as the paddle returned, sharper then before, and then a third time. She wiggled her bottom, and was rewarded with a smack to her thigh and then one to the other, I guess to even things out she vaguely remembered thinking, until the only thing she could think about was her firery bottom.
Sam was enjoying her wiggling, and how quickly her bottom went from pink to red. He was "painting" her bottom, making sure the paddle touched every pale white spot until the bottoms of her thighs and the top of her bottom was the same bright red hue, and Jenny was crying quietly. He rubbed her bottom for a sec, before leading her to a corner to compose herself. Jenny tried to catch her breath, and wiped away her tears as she stood, nude, in the corner. After what seemed like forever he turned her around and gave her a long hug. Jenny returned it, pressing her naked body against chest, and felt the smoothness of her tie against her breasts. She then began to slowly and painfully get dressed. Her skirt felt rough against her bruised bottom and the panties were a torture device. She began to walk out of his office.
"Hey Jenny!" Sam called out, and she turned. He held out the invoice they had discussed so thoroughly earlier. "Please shred this before someone thinks this is real!" They both grinned at each other, their eyes twinkling as she left the office, making sure to shred the invoice before she left.
Hi I'm back after a few years away from here lol. I am looking firstly for like minded people but also maybe a virtual spanking friend or real life spanking friend
I can both give and receive thou I do prefer to receive a spanking
I'm not a mmasochist but I do like to feel a spanking lol
I've brought a new spanking machine that can be controlled over the Internet so if anyone is interested in playing please message me
Last night my wife finally decided it was time to adress my behavior over the past couple of months. I have been waiting for her to give me a well deserved punishment spanking for a while now and was a little surprised that it was going to happen last night.
My wife turned of the tv and told me that we had to have a serious talk and had a very stern look on her face. I instantly knew it was time for me to pay the price for being disrespectful, rude, disobedient and acting like a spoiled naughty little boy.
I looked at my wife as she started telling me what she expected of me and scolding me for the way I had behaved. She was not letting me get a word in and the scolding really burned my ears.
I have had it with your behavior my wife scolded. You are a grown man, but you behave like a naughty 10 year old and I am NOT going to let this continue any longer.
I am going to make sure that your behavoir changes from now on young man and you will have a sore and stinging bottom every time you misbehave my wife scolded.
You have been a very naughty young man for way to long and tonight I am going to teach you a good lesson in how to behave yourself my wife said and walked over to the dining table.
She spun a dining chair out from the table and placed it in the center of our diningroom.
I swallowed and looked at my strict wife with a nervous feeling in my stomack.
I am going to give you the spanking of your life tonight and for the next 3 months you will be over my knees getting your bare bottom spanked hard once a week.
You can call it a maintenance spanking if you like.
I looked in disbelieve at my wife, but she looked very serious and determined, so I knew that she had made up her mind and nothing was going to change it.
During the week I will keep an eye on you and note every naughty, disrespectful, rude, disobedient and spoiled behavior from you.
Every friday evening I am going adress this with you right here on this chair.
If there are nothing noted you will recieve a maintenance spanking, but if anything are noted I will give you a punishment spanking instead.
Is that understood young man my wife said in a very stern voice.
Yea Maam I said obediently and bowed my head in shame.
Good, now get up and go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head my wife said. I obeyed her at once and stood there with my nose against the walls feeling a bit scared and excited at the same time.
Now you can stand there and think about the hard spanking I am going to give you in 10 minutes and how you are going to behave in the future to avoid further punishment spankings.
Wow I thought, I had never seen my wife this strict and stern before and even though I knew it was going to hurt and sting, all I wanted was to be over her knees getting my well deserved punishment spanking.
My wife went in to the bedroom to change har clothes and let me stand in the corner with my hands on my head for 10 minutes before comming out. I heard her high heels on the wooden floor as she waæked over to the dining chair and sat down.
I waited patiently for her to call me to the chair and felt a sence of dread in me when she finally did. Get your naughty bottom over here young man she said sternly.
I turned around and there on the chair was my strict wife looking sooo hot and sexy in her tight black leather pants, high heeled ankle boots, and a grey low cut blouse.
If I was excited standing in the corner, it was nothing compared to how I felt looking at her holding the wooden bathbrush in her right hand.
I walked over to my wife and stood before her. I noticed her short otk cane was on the floor beside har along with her dreaded leather strap and my hand restraints. I gulped at the sight and knew this was going to hurt and that my wife was going to teach me a long hard lesson over her knees.
I was not going to enjoy this for long I thought and boy was I right.
Now put your hands on your head while I prepare you for your spanking my wife said and put the bathbrush in her leather clad lap. I obeyed her while blushing deep red with shame and embarrassment as my wife unbottoned my jeans. She pulled them down to my ankles and by now my erection was very obvious.
My wife hooked her fingertips into the elastic waistband of my underwear and to my great embarrassment pulled them down to my ankles revealing my throbing erection.
I was so excited that pre cum was dripping on the floor and sooo embarrassed at the same time that I was unable to hide it from my wife.
I do not know why I still get embarrassed over this, because I have never been able to hide my excitement before a spanking over my wifes knees, but it always causes my face to blush deep red every time.
My wife picked up the hand restraints and locked them to my wrists in front of me and looked sternly at me.
Stand here on my right side she said and guided me there.
You are going to be a very sorry young man by the time I finish spanking you tonight and I guarantee that tears will be streaming down your cheeks and you will do your very best to avoid a repeat of this punishment spanking my wife said sternly.
Do you understand young man?
Yes Maam I whispered and felt very small and embarrassed.
Good then let this be a lesson to you my wife said and picked up the wooden bathbrush. She straightend up on the chair causing her tight black leather pants to swish and squeek.
Positioned in the perfect position to give me a long hard spanking over her knees, my wife smacked the bathbrush against the palm of her left hand and was ready to punish me.
Over my knees young man she said sternly.
Obediently I placed myself over my wifes leather clad knees, feeling how my erection was digging into my wifes left thigh. She ajusted my position over her knees so my erection was rubbing against the top of her left thigh and the sensation of her soft leather pants against my rock hard erection was heaven to me.
My wife then secured my hand restraints around the front leg of the chair, rendering me totally helpless to prevent her from giving me the punishment spanking I so truely deserved.
I felt the cool hard surface of the wooden bathbrush on my bare bottom and felt my wife getting a firm grip on my hip with her left hand.
Oh boy here we go I thought and just then my wife raised her right hand with the bathbrush and started spanking me.
I heard a swush and a loud smack, before I felt my right cheek explode in pain and lost my breath. Before I could catch my breath again my wife spanked the left cheek just as hard causing me to twist and squirm over her leather clad knees. She firmly held me in place over her knees
Quickly my wife settled into a steady rythm of hard spanks and they stung like crazy.
I tried my best to take my punishment spanking like a man, but my wife is a very skilled and experienced spanker, so within a couple of minutes I was in real agony and any excitement I felt before was long gone.
I was pleading, begging and promising all sort of things to get my wife to stop spanking me or not spank as hard as she did, but nothing steared her of the task of giving me my well deserved punishment spanking.
Held firmly in place over my wifes leather clad knees, I could do nothing but lay there and take my spanking the best way I could and it was not a pretty sight.
Within 2 minutes my wife had caused tears to form in my eyes and even though I fought hard to keep them from falling, it was a loosing battle.
Alterning from one cheek to another consentrating on my sitspots eventually caused me to give up fighting and I felt big salty tears streaming down my cheeks.
It sounds like I am getting through to you young man my wife said sternly, but I am not nearly done spanking you yet. I promised you that I was going to give you the spanking of your life and I intend to do just that.
You just think about how much this hurts and stings young man and how you will do anything to keep this from happening again my wife scolded and kept spanking my bare bottom with the bathbrush.
All I could do was cry and cry as my wife methodicly spanked my bare bottom bright red.
After 10 minutes of non stop spanking over my wifes knees I was beyond crying. I layed limb over her leather clad knees and was sobbing like a naughty little boy.
My wife put the bathbrush down and gave me a short lecture about the consequenses of naughty behavior while I tried to stop sobbing.
I guess it started about the age of ten, I use to have a babysitter who lived in what appeared to be a haunted house. The house wasn’t really hunted but it sat on a hill and it was definitely creepy, kind of like the house Norman lived in from the bates motel. The lady who babysat us was obese and smelled like dead cod. The floors squeaked when she got up to go in the kitchen, which was often, by the looks of her.
My sisters and I called her nanna, don’t ask me why, I was too young to remember why. She had a gay son name Billy who came out his room once in a while to draw. In his room he had several posters of the rock band kiss, and I didn’t know much about the gay lifestyle back then, but being the adult woman I am today, I’m pretty sure he was gay. Doesn’t really have much relevance to this story, but this is what I was surrounded by.
I guess it was hard to find sitters back in the day, because I feel my parents were kind of bogus, leaving us there because this lady reeked! Anyway there was another little girl that had to suffer from the smell at that house too, and her name was Amy. She was bi-racial like myself, except she was black and white. She was light skinned with nappy ass hair lol. Most of the time we played house, and I was always the mother, and when she disobeyed I would always spank her over my knee with a wooden hairbrush. She allowed me too and I really handed it to her! I’m surprised her mom never saw her red bottom!
I didn’t really know why I liked spanking but I just did, and who knew that this lifestyle would follow me the rest of my life! It laid dormant in my soul till I reached the tender age of 18. I was in a relationship, and I always had a fascination for a sexy round bottom, boy or girl didn’t really matter. Being homeless at age 13 and growing up in the streets, I was a bit aggressive by the time I reached 18 years old, and not afraid to explore my kinks, and looking at sexy bottoms was one of them.
Anyway I was in a relationship with a guy that had a very sexy bottom, and one day I was giving him a back massage while he laid on my lap. While rubbing his back, my hands began to wonder lower and lower to the curve of his backside…. his arse…. man he had a shapely round brown bottom! That evening I helped him discover more about his self he probably didnt know. I couldn’t believe how much this shit turned me on! Just rubbing my hands on his ass lol, anyway I began rubbing his bottom and squeezing it, then just out the blue the desire hit me again, and I smacked his ass real hard! He squirmed a lil bit then I smacked it again and again and again!
We never really talked much about it after that day, but whenever he did something I didn’t approve of I would spank his ass. That was the agreement. I didn’t really know there was name for this lifestyle I was living at age 18, but it never left. As I got older I began to seek out and explore the internet to find more people like me, and any material that had to do with spanking. I found a lot of free reading material and just reading about it really excited me.
I didn’t understand fully yet, but one day it would all be really clear. So there my journey started! I spanked a few more guys later on in life but still didn’t know I was a top or disciplinarian, titles and stuff didn’t come until much later in my life. At age 19 I was a stripper and this white girl name ivory who danced with me told me she liked for her boyfriends to spank her. I’m thinking why is she telling me this, it really was weird to me because she didn’t know anything about me, but I asked her if she had ever been spanked by a woman, and she said no.
I then invited her across my knee, and she humbly laid across my lap and I spanked her for about ten minutes! We became closer friends and every time we worked together I spanked her. After further research into my longtime kink I found the term switch. It was then I found some form of identity for myself. SWITCH!
So I browsed spanking sites and lurked around talked to some people, and mingled around a few different spanking sites, and got a lot of messages from men that wanted to spank me. I was like very entertained by this, because I never had really been on the other end before except 1 time when I was 15 and didn’t really understand why my bf spanked me for staying out so late, I thought he was crazy. As an adult woman I had not been spanked by a man until I reached the tender age of 40. It was a totally different feeling, to relinquish all control to someone else, but having been on my own since age 13, I had to control my life, and to have someone else take control actually felt good. It made me feel submissive and cared for. I may have had some daddy issues because my dad was not around after I reached the age of three, because my mom left him because he was an abusive asshole. Then my stepdad molested me from age 10-13 then I left home and was homeless for 2 years.
I had to learn how to survive at a very young age, and someone else being in control was a big change for me. The top in me never really left just sat on the backburner for a while till I came on st, and spanked two more females, la-la and dd4life. I was in a dd relationship, but was still a disciplinarian, and I got to explore that more when I came to st who knew I would start traveling to other cities to spank other people, I guess it was destined to happen. Lately I have been spankee, because that’s just where I’m at in my life right now.
Honestly as an adult woman, I truly love being a sub. Sure when I first started it was challenging because I had a hard time with authority, but I came around, and if I fight authority it’s not because I’m a switch it’s because the spankers approach is wrong, or I don’t agree with the reason for me being punished, and if it’s wrong it isn’t going on…point blank period! If I don’t feel loved or at the least cared for, I’m not going to consent to the punishment. Anyway right now I don’t have a disciplinarian or Daddy anymore and I have had a lot of offers but it’s really hard to start a new, I have serious trust issues.
I am at work right now and just wanted to share my thoughts with my spanko friends. If you are reading this and judging me screw you! Im too old to give a fuck what anyone thinks about me, most people assume anyway asses! I am a spanko, I am a switch, a sub, a top, a lil girl, a brat, a good woman, I am me! And I’m not going to change that for anyone, but I do plan on sharing my lifestyle with someone who loves it just as much as I do! And understands it’s not about double standards and convenience or for attention! It’s about domestic discipline and this is the lifestyle I will live 4 ever! Most of the people in my life down to my own children know I’m a spanko, it’s really not a secret, nor am I ashamed of it.
It is what it is, and will always be!!!!! Fake vanillas may judge me, but do I care? Hell to the naw naw naw!
I was so proud of myself for being good for the whole trip, that I obviously let myself forgot about everything once we were home, big mistake, I forgot to hold my tongue and really spouted off several times and all about stupid things why I have no idea, but I am going to be much more careful now, I of course got punished, but now that he has that stupid evil bath brush it was much worse than usual,I was relieved when he just put me over his knee and used his hand which is bad enough, but then he caught me off guard when the bath brush came down, and he definitely knows how to use that thing. It actually hurt to sit for 3 days.I really need to connect my mouth to my brain if I want to sit comfortably in the future.
Or maybe I can burn the bath brush (insert evil laugh here).
My wife told me about her friend dawn from work and her boyfriend mike she explained that they were into kinky sex that dawn made mike wear girls cloths and she was his mistress that she spanked him as well as other things Joyce and I had finished a bottle and a half of wine so when she suggested we try it I agreed I couldn't believe that I got turned on as I put on Joyce's Lacey pink pantys bra pantyhose blouse and skirt she admitted she was turned on too she took off every thing but her pantys then got her big hair brush she put me over her knee and lifted my skirt and brought the brush down hard on my ass I am still embarrissed that I liked it she gave me 10 wacks with the brush then pulled my pantys down she put some lube on her vibrator and slowly slid it in my bottom then took her belt and I screamed as she gave me 20 lashes with it It became a regular thing then her friend dawn invited us to there house at the lake for a weekend Joyce bought me a few outfits,panties,and nighties Mike was as embarrissed as I was when we both had to dress as girls for them we were both spanked by both of them and they made us suck eachothers cocks but the worst was when they made us fuck eachother When that weekend was over Joyce threw out all my old undies and filled my dresser with girls pantys that's all I wear now 24/7 I'd love to chat with another guy like me let me know if your interested
It's so hard to really find the right person when you have the need to live this lifestyle of spanking or harder core impact play. Just when you think you've met someone of substance the rug is pulled from beneath your feet. I find myself grieving today for the love I lost 2 years ago due to diabetes. He fulfilled so much in my life, my heart, my soul. He was my best friend, and frankly I'm just plain lonely. It would be nice just to go on a date with a little spanking fun after we got to know each other a little better. Alas, it escapes my grasp. I'm smart, talented, compassionate, loving, and fight for the underdog every chance I get. I stand up for what I believe in regardless if I'm standing alone. But, it seems most of these guys don't care about your insides, your character, your struggles, your joys, your sorrows, or your goals. They do care about your panties and how to get them off though. Sad, I'm just feeling so sad, and more down than I have in quite some time. Can't seem to shake it. I'm usually such a positive person, but lately I feel like a piece of prime rib on display at the supper market that no one wants because I may cost them too much. They may actually have to feel something other than their primal urges.
Sissy schoolgirl Shelly bought a new bed with a lovely brass headboard, so naturally I tied her to it and caned her bottom good and hard.
She was severely marked and the sight of her red striped bottom gave me such a hard cock that the only thing I could do was to fuck her for a very long time.
What a good girl she is.
HEY SPANKO'S JUST CHECKING IN TO SAY HELLO. it SEEMS LIKE MY DD LIFE HAS BEEN NON-EXISTENT LATELY! look's LIKE IM GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF ME, WELL IVE BEEN HERE B4 SO ITS ALL GOOD. Sorry about the caps lol. im at work right now doing my usual 12 hours and just thinking about life, and where im headed. , I know I need to be concerned more with my happiness and inner peace, so I've been doing me, and I think im getting better at it. I have had some weak moments, but I always bounce back! school is going swell still holding a 3.80 gpa and ready to get out and do some traveling!
A couple of days ago I needed a spanking session really bad, but couldn't get one as usual. ugh this has got to be my worst spanking year ever! I mine as well start spanking people again, since I cant get any discipline in my dd life being here in Florida! other than that life is ok I guess its really what you make it, cant wait for anyone else to do that for you, if other people in your life want to see you happy, they contribute to that, or move around, I would think? anyway thinking about purchasing some new implements, nothing wood! maybe a leather paddle?
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Just wanted to let you all know that I had a terrible accident today, but I am doing better now. I decided today to go horseback riding which I haven't done in years. Well, I go on the horse and started out slow, and then we went a little faster and then we were going as fast as the horse could do. All of a sudden I fell off and caught my foot in the stirrup and the horse was dragging me around in a circle. It wouldn't stop, just going around and around in a circle. If it weren't for a quick thinking man (I owe my life to) I would probably not have made it. Thank goodness the store manager at Wal-Mart came out and unplugged the machine.
Sat May 21st. 2016
I received 100 strokes of the cane the week before last, and then last Saturday I did not leave the bathroom in a satisfactory condition and was subsequently caned again that evening (25 strokes). This weekend Mistress has me dressed in my schoolgirl's uniform because I have a lot of math homework. Saturday eve after my homework was done I received 50 strokes of the cane in my school uniform.