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This Girl is on the verge of a MAJOR temper tantrum.
And If any takers want to do write a research proposal for me and finish my last 5 assignments! i couldn't complain.
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Already a response, a single mom whose boy is too big to spank.Will want to dress up a young boy and will take her stress out on my bottom. sometime this week or next. Can't wait!
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Terrible weekend….sometimes life just wants to screw with you.
Hopefully this week will be better. Things can only go up from the bottom, right?
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It's odd, but I've never been spanked to tears. Sobs and whimpers, sure - but my eyes stay bone dry.
I wondered at first if it was because of being brought up to believe that guys should be strong silent types and never cry. But that can't be it - I cry at the drop of a hat about other stuff. Hell, mushy scenes in movies will bring a tear to my eyes these days.
And that's not even mentioning the ocean of tears I've cried over Julie, my late wife. Even when I think I'm finally starting to heal and it's been weeks since I've cried over her, something will set me off and I'll blubber like a two-year-old.
So I just can't understand why I can't seem to cry when I'm being spanked. I want to - it just never happens. I guess I need a spanko-therapist to talk to about this.
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I have a bad habit of not eating when I should/know I really need to... Daddy has given me lots of spankings for it but I still do it. Especially with us not talking as much due to His health issues lately. I don't know what to do to break the habit/remind myself to eat... suggestions ?
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I just can't decide whether to dress up for Halloween as a naughty French maid or a naughty schoolgirl? Which would make me more adorable (IF that is possible)?
Are there any special treats (besides a spanking) that Zim might enjoy on Halloween?
P.S. Zim is sad; some heartless and humorless ST people have rejected my friend requests. Zim777xyz cries little green tears...and I thought spankos were fun!
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Hello ST Family,and ST Friends.
Back home,after a wonderful adventure,with some really wonderful people.
My advice for anyone who gets the opportunity the see The Northern Lights ( Aurora Borealis ).Please take it ,they are really amazing.
I do have a full inbox,which I promise to answer each, and everyone in NO preferential order.Please be patient with me.
Good to be back..............SRC
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I'm sure that everybody has there favorites, here's mine: http://www.spankinglife.com/spanking-stories/50.htm
Anyone else have a favorite that they'd like to share?
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Any dominant woman or couple in the San francisco Bay Area who would like to put otk a 5'small male for a good spanking. Love to cry while being punished. e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org
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Last Thursday I finished work a bit earlier than usual and went to pick Jen up.Jen was delayed at work so I went to a little cafe across the street from where Jen earns a crust. I sat in a corner and had my coffee and read some notes I had for an upcoming meeting. I was engrossed in my notes when suddenly I became aware of someone standing by my table. I looked up to see a young lady in her late twenties,she was smiling at me. She introduced herself,as if expecting me to know who she was,but at that moment I could not recall the name,or indeed the face. I smiled back. She sat at my table without an invitation,she was still under the impression I knew who she was. Then something she said immediately made my mind get in gear. She had been a student at one of the schools I had taught in when I was nun. How she recognised me after all this time amazed me. I felt ashamed that I still did not recognise her name.
I kept staring at her,trying to place her face. She kept talking. I hate when I can't remember someone and I should;but down through the years I have taught some many people. I asked her what she was doing now;she told me that she was married,had two young children and was working by day and studying by night. She was studying for a Diploma in Legal Studies.We chatted about this for awhile.Then she laughed and reminded me,much to my embarrassment,that I had slapped her and another girl on their hands,"...years ago,at school,for playing truant...." I could feel my face blush. My mouth went dry and I wished right at that moment that the ground would have opened up and swallowed me! Then I knew who I had sitting in front of me. It was so long ago,I can't remember the exact date,but I do remember the incident;because this young lady and another girl had indeed played truant and had been spotted by another teacher. I was their 'head of class',and responsible for keeping them in line. The young lady sitting at my table in the cafe was first to be caught and I indeed slapped her on each hand three times with a ruler. The other girl denied she had played truant at first,but relented when she was threatened with expulsion. I think I gave her three on each hand too.
Sitting in the cafe I apologised to this young woman.She laughed out loud and stated that she deserved it,telling me that: "...we all get up to shit at school!" As we spoke, Jenny walked in and I introduced her to my past pupil. I had reason to again wish being swallowed up when my past pupil related the story of how I slapped her with the ruler to Jen. Jenny laughed and said I was still evil!
We left the cafe and exchanged phoned numbers. On our drive home,Jen wanted to know more.I simply told her that what I do to her is far,far worse than what I done to them.LOL! Still,a small world.
Its a public holiday here today.Both Jen and I are hung over after a major party in a friend's house in the city lastnight. Jen has stayed in bed most of the day,swearing that she will never drink again. I will bring her some tea in a little while.
Have a great week my friends,and be safe!
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I got the idea after seeing the same thing done on a mutual friends profile on Fetlife.....and thought it was time to make it official :)
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"La sento respirare ora, deve averle tolto il bavaglio. Ma la cosa non dura a lungo poiché di nuovo ammutolisce. Lui sospira. I miei occhi frugano attoniti e terrorizzati nel buio che mi sta di fronte, e a poco a poco il mio sguardo inizia a distinguere la scena che mi si para davanti…"
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I don't mind spankings
and I like them just fine
getting paddled on my panties
is just a quirk of mine
of satin and lace
put an embarrassed smile
on my bright red face
camisoles and slips
and no one knows
what interesting things
are under my clothes
a tight vintage girdle
or some pettipants
you always get to see em'
for a spanking dance
Spankyboy's been naughty
or so it seems
sleeping in nylons
and having silken dreams
and on a spanking day
his little panties will show
while his bottom gets paddled
on his pantyhose
if you'd like to try paddling
a little pantyboy
and if slappin' some silk
you think you might enjoy
send me off a message
and send it right here
tell me how you'd spank me
on my pantied rear
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I just heard the news that CBC broadcaster Jian Ghomeshi was fired because an ex-girlfriend publicized their kinky relationship and alleged some acts weren't consensual. You can read his accounting of events in a note he just posted on his facebook page, here: https://www.facebook.com/jianghomeshi
He writes: "I have been open with the CBC about this since these categorically untrue allegations ramped up. I have never believed it was anyone's business what I do in my private affairs but I wanted my bosses to be aware that this attempt to smear me was out there. CBC has been part of the team of friends and lawyers assembled to deal with this for months. On Thursday I voluntarily showed evidence that everything I have done has been consensual. I did this in good faith and because I know, as I have always known, that I have nothing to hide. This when the CBC decided to fire me."
This is outrageous. I don;t know anything about Canadian employment law, but I'm sure this isn't the first time someone has been fired for being kinky in Canada and I'm sure is has also happened in the US many times. I wonder if there are organizations that provide legal defense to kinky people. If there aren't there should be. This is just as bad as racist or anti-gay discrimination, but I feel there isn't the same support structure to protect kinky people as there is for other, more established, groups.
Views: 147 · Added: 5 days ago
I know I've been gone for a little while, but life has a way of doing that too us sometimes, but I am doing fine and still working hard in school and doing a little modeling in my spare time as well as taking care of my grandson for a couple of months. I just want to say I miss you guys and hope all is well.....I did upload a new video and it was a rough session for me because I haven't been spanked in a while due to a lot of reasons, but it hurt so bad and felt like the first time! anywho have to go now because its finals week and my research paper is due tomorrow....hugs everyone xoxoxoxo TyGrr ;)
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Guy I met on spanko.net visited today. I got to experience the anal hook, getting my butt caned, strapped & paddled. Video uploaded here, now in process, not yet viewable.
Then he got to try a birching. He brought a birch he got on caniac and soaked in water. It left some interesting marks.
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He rubbed his bottom tenderly. "Well, I gotta go. Thank you for my lesson in 'critical morals'. Maybe we can do this again sometime." He walked to her office door and opened it, but turned to her right before he left. "Just kidding, of course."
When he walked out into the hallway, the boy Zack and the girl Colleen were still out there and already looking at the doorway as if expecting his presence. He sighed and walked out in front of them, painfully aware his punishment had not been quiet. "Well. It was nice meeting you two, but I gotta get back to work... And no more kissing behind school gyms, you catch cooties like that," he added, half-sarcastically, as an after thought before walking away. About five steps down the hall however, Colleen called out to him. He turned around slowly and looked at her.
"Are you okay? It hurt, didn't it...."
House noticed the principal standing in the doorway, watching, and listening. The kids hadn't noticed her yet. They both stared at him, waiting for his answer. He nodded once. "Yeah, yeah it did."
Later back at Cuddy's house, House lay in bed with Cuddy and slowly told her about his encounter with Rachel's new principal. He showed her the marks Rattan made on him.
"Wow. How did she manage to get you to do this? Blackmail of some sort? Or knowing you, what did you do to deserve this?"
He stared at her, then looked away. "I stole your laptop to find out how to stop you from being so mad at me and told a fabricated story of how I pulled it off to Rachel's new class on today's Career Day all while pretending to be Dr. Hourani. And I got sent to the principal's office for it."
Cuddy was shocked but naturally angry. He never mentioned the blackmail, however. After they worked out the bit about the laptop and the issues ruffling up their relationship, in the end she was just happy House came clean and told her the truth. They cuddled up.
"Well," said Cuddy. "She sure showed you. About time someone did. I keep telling you that you can't get away with everything as you'd like, House."
He caressed the middle of her back slowly. "Yeah yeah," he sighed, feeling his aching still burning backside. "She gave me a good old-fashioned House-warming."
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He cleared his throat. "Does, uh... Does Cuddy know that you, uh...discipline these kids with corporal punishment?"
She nodded. "Of course, we discussed that on the very first phone conversation we had. And on her first visit, I showed her this."
She walked over to her cabinet and opened it all the way. For the first time House seen what was inside. On one side, there were five different Rattans all different lengths and weights. And each one had a different color tape on the end, designating age groups. On the other side hung three different paddles, one of them almost as big as the cabinet itself.
"You see?" She said. "As far as I know, Rachel is pretty well behaved. Dr. Cuddy is a great mom. But if little Rachel was to act up so severely or by breaking one of the critical morals, she would get either the smallest Rattan or the smallest paddle. And the maximum number of strokes I allow for children her age is four, because trust me, these little ones still hurt. They would to kids like her. Dr. Cuddy doesn't have the heart to do it, but it doesn't mean she disapproves. She'll be interested to know you've subjected yourself to it. You should tell her."
House turned his head and glared at her. "You mean blackmailed."
She grinned. "Same thing, considering you did it to yourself."
He softly chuckled and nodded towards her cabinet. "Well. Nevertheless, this is impressive." Just then his phone rang again. He picked it up without looking at it. "What, Foreman. I know, I said I'll be there in a minute. Yeah, well, I'll be there in another minute. Is his vitals stable? Good, I know what's wrong with him. Don't worry, he's alright, he'll make it. No, wait for me. Must i repeat myself?? In a minute. Duh!" He closed the phone, shaking his head. "Dumb Geniuses," he commented, indicating towards his phone.
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[Note: Originally the female star in this was to be called the Hicksville Cracker, but thanks to a friend I found out that cracker is a derogatory term in the US, whereas it is the reverse here in the UK! I've changed it to Kracka to avoid causing any offence.]
Saturday night in Hicksville are Misty’s favourite. Hell, they’re most people’s favourite.
The early part of the evening is spent at Ciggy’s, sampling the delicious cock tales and food. But then Ciggy closes up early and everyone heads over the road to Misty’s barn for the main event.
It starts with an auction. Misty runs this as a sealed bid auction and it is strictly for the womenfolk. Hicksville ain’t no equal opportunities town.
The women bid for the honour of becoming the band’s lead performer for the night. The bids are high for it is a very popular prize, with the winner known as the Hicksville Kracka for the night. Tonight Misty is grinning broadly as he opens the envelopes; the winning bid, from a lady he doesn’t know, is really very large. A record. She must be an out of towner. Word is getting round to other towns and an increasing number of people are coming in. Misty doesn’t mind, for he takes half* of the bid**, with the remainder distributed amongst the band.
The band, known as the Whipcrackas, soon gets everyone dancing. They are Deadeye Dan on bass, Jim on guitar, Misty himself on drums and Mike on bullwhip, with a front line of Ciggy, Cynthia and Kissie and, at right side with her arms tied above her head*** a naked Kracka.
Misty's drums are unique. The drums came in pairs, with each pair fashioned to look like a pair of buttocks. He plays them with birch twigs rather than drum sticks, and has developed a style somewhat reminiscent of a jazz drummer using brushes. He and Mike have developed an understanding and between them set the rhythm: Mike's perfectly timed use of the bullwhip as it strikes the Kracka's back and buttocks are an essential part of the Whipcrackas sound. And of course the staccato yelps and howls from the Kracka herself; each Kracka brings her own unique interpretation so every performance is different.
Towards the end of the set the tempo increases. On this particular evening all dancing has stopped for the first encore as the Kracka's gyrations and vocal accompaniments have the audience mesmerised (and more than one or two of them rather aroused). As the song ends the crowd breaks out in applause and cheering which lasts a full five minutes. Quite a lot of beer is spilled too.
Misty's grin is broader still, for the Kracka's performance means the bidding in the second auction is certain to reach record levels****. The second auction is for the menfolk with the prize to get to dance for the final song with the (still naked) Kracka. Tradition has it that the last dance isn't the winner's only prize.
So as he walks home at the end of the evening Misty is whistling cheerfully. He can’t wait to count the takings. His mood changes though as he reads the note he finds in his mailbox. Just one line, with each word cut from a newspaper:
“I no who you are”
* More correctly, Misty’s interpretation of half, for he is an entrepreneur
** Along with the bar takings and sales of the salty but popular iguana and bat scratchings that keep people heading to the bar all night long
*** What is the point of all those rafters in barns unless you tie the womenfolk to them?
**** Again Misty keeps 'half' with the remainder going to the Kracka. Despite this, if she puts on a good performance in the band the Kracka can end the evening ahead.
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Happiness. Wondered if I'd ever feel it again. Finally, a good day. Have been slogging through grief for what seemed an eternity.
“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou