After you start reading this, you will probably think, Wow what a crummy title.
In the line of work that I do, I have a 10 hour shift of watching people come into where I work, and I will just say that I am a cook.
Let me tell you, I see a fair share of spankable butts! Now does that that solely mean a particular shape? No it doesn't!
For me, what qualifies as a spankable butt, is how they are acting in public!
I see everything from rude and obnoxious, to "Surely they didn't DRIVE HERE did they?"
I have to admit that some of them, are attractive, and it prompts the question, " I wonder if they need a "helping hand"?".
Naturally, you can't just walk up in a work uniform (or really anytime) and just start talking about or propositioning spanking cold turkey.
If someone has, I wonder exactly how well that worked out for them.
On the other hand, how would I ever know
On the sands of Normandy countless drew their last breath.
The brave, the proud and those simply scared to death.
Sounds of slaughter everywhere, onward we pressed.
No time for last rites, no bodies being blessed.
Cries of anguish amid steel screaming through the air.
The ocean to our backs, the cliffs our only stair.
Atop the cliffs I turned around and saw the countless where they lay.
Victory came at a heavy cost, yet no one won that day.
Bodies upon bodies, far too heavy a price to pay.
Decades later you can still hear whipping winds pray.
A somber reminder that victory isn't everything they say.
For thousands were killed and maimed on that tragic "D-Day".
D-DAY - THE INVASION OF NORMANDY*
June 6,1944 A day to remember and be grateful
Twelve Allied nations provided fighting units that participated in the D-Day invasion, including Australia, Canada, Belgium, France, Czechoslovakia, Greece, New Zealand, the Netherlands, Norway, Poland, the United Kingdom, and the United States.
If you have a few minutes, I would highly recommend this raw footage of the Normandy Invasion:
On June 6, 1944, shortly after dawn more than 160,000 Allied troops under Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower landed along a 50-mile stretch of heavily-fortified French coastline to fight Nazi Germany on the beaches of Normandy, France. There were five designated beaches with the code names: Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, and Sword.
The invasion actually started on June 5th when over six thousand ships set out of Portsmouth and inlets all along England's southern coast to rendezvous and form the massive convoy that crossed the English Channel to the heavily fortified sheer cliffs of Normandy, France. At midnight of the 6th, over twenty thousand Allied troops parachuted into nearby towns and fields. Before dawn on the sixth the Allied ships offshore pounded the German defenses. (This is where video above begins.)
At dawn planes flew bombing runs but missed their major target, the German guns and bunkers at the top of the cliffs. Finally, waves of landing craft carried soldiers to the beaches. Heavy winds and rough seas pushed some craft east, away from their intended landing positions. This was especially true at Omaha Beaches where men poured onto those beaches under heavy German machine gun fire. Omaha Beach took the heaviest casualties of the day where many of the men had never seen action before.
An estimated ten thousand Allied forces lost their lives in the course of the invasion but their sacrifice enabled well over a hundred thousand more to defeat the German defenses and get a foothold on the continent. Thus began the slow, hard slog across Europe to defeat the enemy Axis. Short wave radios carried the news all across occupied Europe, "The Invasion has begun."
POINTE DU HOC
Every man who participated in the invasion at Normandy beach displayed tremendous courage under fire but the men who took Pointe du Hoc were a stunning example. Pointe du Hoc was a critical German stronghold, a promontory, that jutted out between Omaha and Utah beaches. It was the site of the German observation and command post. This is where a Ranger battalion that trained on the Isle of Wright under English commandos climbed the sheer cliff of Pointe du Hoc as Germans fired down on them.
After a British landing craft put them on the beach the Rangers fought their way across the sand and set ladders against the cliff face. When the ladders didn't reach the top of the hundred foot cliff, they used rocket guns to fired grapnels carrying three quarter inch rope. Hand over hand they pulled themselves up as the Germans shot down from right above them. If one Ranger fell another moved up behind him. Despite taking heavy casualties, the Rangers took Pointe du Hoc in two days of fighting. Of the original two hundred and twenty-five, only ninety survived.
"The Boys of Pointe du Hoc" President Ronald Regan's speech at Pointe du Hocmarking D-Day's fortieth anniversary
Monument at Point du Hoc:
HOW TO FIND SOMEONE WHO FOUGHT AT NORMANDY
Guide provided by Portsmouth Museum
*Please feel free to make corrections or add additional information.
Woke up feeling crap.
Howling gale outside, heavy rain forecast.
Internet connection slow.
No spanking action on the horizon.
Wondering why I moved to back of beyond.
Think I'll go back to bed and hibernate until summer. Oh I forgot it is bloody summer!!!
In the still of the night stars shining so bright.
A panoramic canvas sprinkled with dots of white.
A cricket chirping, harbinger of the impending storm.
You relax across my knees, the calm before the warm.
Snowflakes fall upon your cheeks and thighs.
Dampening your skin, uncertainty clouds your eyes.
Your breathing shallow, though not for long.
Hand slapping skin, your body swaying to the song.
Temperature rising, twisting and turning to no avail.
An owl observing your progression, no longer pale.
Lightning bugs dancing, flickering their light.
Your dance more exotic, your tail more bright.
Your tresses tossed back and forth, keeping time.
Vocal cords exercised, no longer a mime.
A full moon mocking you up in the sky.
Emotions welling up you begin to cry.
Dance my lightning bug with your tail all aglow.
Dance on the edge, falling into the bliss below.
continued from part two
N.B - American readers (if there indeed ARE any) may wish to acquaint themselves with the rudiments of Cockney Rhyming Slang before continuing!
So whilst Doris gets a good seeing-to from Robin and the Gang, Goldipox trudges on down the path. She is getting more and more disgruntled by the minute because the barrow is heavy and the last thing that Goldipox enjoys is hard work. Why the fuck Grandma couldn’t just get handkerchiefs for presents was beyond her? The perfume – yes – anything to cover up the smell of stale pee – but chocolates and stuff?
Phah! – it wasn’t as though the old witch could even chew the toffee and nutty ones anyway! Her badly fitting dentures spent most of the time in the glass tumbler on her bedside cabinet, leering manically at the visitors who were obliged to sit next to them.
Goldipox eventually gets hot and does what any self-respecting gal of her ilk does – removes her shirt to reveal a bulging pair of “thruppeny bits” which are straining against a dangerously over-stretched brassiere. Just then – she hears a bell ringing behind her.
Ding-aling-aling! Ding-aling-aling! Ding-aling-aling!
She turns around to see the Trumpton Fire Engine bouncing up the path, with the famous crew of Pugh,Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb, hanging on for dear life. They lurch to a halt when Goldipox turns around, partly because they are pleased to see her, but mostly because she is blocking the path.
“HI there guys!” she beams graciously. “Where’s the fire?”
As one man they courtiously lift their helmets (the helmets on their HEADS you filthy-minded sods!) and bid her a cheery “Hello Miss Goldipox! Clear the way please. There isn’t a fire, but there has been a terrible accident over at Old MacDonald’s Farm. Humpty Dumpty has gotten pissed again and fallen off a wall. All the Kings horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put him together again apparently? Mind you, we are not surprised – bunch of bloody tossers if ever there was some! They couldn’t organise a fart in a baked-bean factory! We professionals gotta go and clear up the mess!”
“So – do you guys think you can fix him up then?” asks Goldipox, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as the sweat drips down her cleavage.
“Shit no!” replies First Pugh “We is only going over there for breakfast. The Big Bad Wolf has given us some bacon – he had some luck with the three pigs apparently - and we are going to have scrambled egg on the side. Would you like to join us? There will be plenty to go around. That Humpty Dumpty is a real fat twat!”
Goldipox shakes her head and looks dejected. “Sorry guys, I ain’t got time. Gotta take these presents for Grandma or my wicked stepmother will skin my arse and turn it into chamois leather. I don’t suppose you have time for a blow-job do you? I am soooooo hot and bored!”
The firemen shake their heads sadly (although Dibble and Grubb appear to be teetering upon indecision).
“Sorry Goldipox – we are on an emergency call – the egg will go off quickly in this heat – or else them pesky hedgehogs will get to it – thieving little shits! Maybe we can catch you on the way back? We could pretend our radio isn’t working?”
“Maybe,” replies Goldipox. “Depends how I get on. I wish it wasn’t so hot! My “cherry bakewells” are almost melting away as it is!”
She picks up the handles of the wheelbarrow and steers it to one side so that the fire engine can squeeze past. With its crew drooling, they roar off into the distance.
Then who should come into view but the Mad March Hare who is - not to put too fine a point on it – a raving lunatic. What is even worse is that he clocks Goldipox before she can hide in the bushes and hops (no - better make that “leaps” ) right up to her. He sticks his nose into her face, so close that she recoils from the smell of the whisky on his breath. Today it seems he believes that he is Dick Van Dyke as “Bert” in the film Mary Pawpins … erm … I mean Poppins – complete with excruciating faux-cockney accent.
“Heelo there Alice me ole china” he fawns drunkenly. “and what are you doing on the old frog and toad today? You will be wearing out your ole plates of meat. Ha! Ha!!” Then he bursts into some irritating song about having a holiday with Mary, which it must be said is little more than an crude parody of the official Walt Disney version.
Goldipox rolls her eyes and pushes her barrow over his toes which causes him to hit B# above upper C which is no mean feat for a baritone!
“Aaayyyeeee!” He screeches. “watch out for me feet you stupid Berk!”
Goldifox flutters her eyes as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. “Sorry Bert.” She humours him. It wasn’t my fault. I haven’t got any Sexton Blakes on me marrow.”
She watches with scarcely disguised amusement as “Bert” hops around the clearing for five minutes or more, clutching his foot and screaming obscenities in his native Oxfordshire accent, which of course has no place in this gentile bedtime story.
“Jesus, Alice! Why don’t you watch where you are fucking well going?” he yells, sounding more like David Cameron than Dick Van Dyke.
“Oh stop making a fuss you great big fairy.” She chides him. “Where are you going anyway? Why don’t we go to the pub and you can buy me a few drinkie-poos and stand me lunch? And my name ain’t Alice you gormless twat – it’s Goldipox. You are on the wrong set”
The Mad March Hare suddenly looks confused.“Am I?” he asks, scratching his head. “I could have sworn I was in the Sound of Music. Anyway – I can’t hang around here because I have to be at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.” He leans forward conspiratorially and whispers “ He’s quite mad you know – totally off his rocker - and as for that idiot twat of a dormouse ……. !”
He breaks off in mid-sentence and looks at his watch.“Oh my Goodness!” he exclaims. I must fly – I don’t want to miss the sherry trifle. Toodle-pip!” And with that he bounds away leaving Goldipox on her own once again.
“Deary, deary me!” she said to herself (or words to that effect) “what an adventure this is turning out to be!”
Just then, she hears the sound of heavy breathing behind her and a large shadow joins hers on the path.
Anyone else love the new Mad Max movie as much as me? The Wasteland has always looked like paradise to me, probably why I live on the outskirts of town in the desert. Seen Fury Road four times now and might see it again in 3D before it leaves theatres.
Aside from some of very attractive wives in the movie, I re-sparked my love for tough chicks. Always had a penchant for picking up girls in martial arts classes, punk rock girls in detention, or crazy chicks at a drug deal, depending on my age. So long as they are not too mangled looking or butch, ballsy girls who are not afraid to get down and party or punch someone out always hit home with me. Think this started when I was 6 and my dad took me to see The Jerk with Steve Martin. The biker chick packing a blade and jumping a motorcycle while set on fire kick started my puberty at a young age. Thanks dad! Hence the photo album of female fighters and general bad asses I posted today. These are the same girls that have told me I look even cuter with a black eye, awwwww.
Some of the toughest female behinds I have ever delivered the paddle to crossed my path in kickboxing classes. Let's face it, after getting punched and kicked in sparring most don't think a spanking is that bad. Since they also have a high pain tolerance the spanking can last a very long time. Someday soon I will post such a story of a girl I knew from a Tae Kwon Do class I was in for a while.
But for now, a rendition of the Butthole Surfers "Who was in My Room Last Night" to help you all get a better understanding of my ideal evening with such females. I suggest putting the song on as you read this one.
All night long her booty burned
Her panties wet but not cold
Couple bumps of coke my eyes were gone
Dose of acid helped us lose control
Was that banging on my window?
Or just the speed pounding in my head?
I wonder who was in my room last night?
Who the hell was in my bed? OOOOOW!!!
There must have been a female body there
I swear I smelled sweet girly flesh
It took a little time, but I figured she was mine
Then her fingertips drew blood down my chest
My mouth went into her sweet thing
Then a hard spanking she asked for more
I couldn't find a key 'cause there was no hole I could see
So I smashed my head through the door! OOOOWWW!!!!
Neighbors called cops, the priest, the crisis line
No one really had a fuckin clue
No one knew the trouble we were up too
Or could tell us what to do
Coke had my throat dry, my girls were high
Only bratty things ever got said
Who was in my room last night?
Who the hell was in my bed?
Lay yourself down across the bed.
A stack of pillows, none for your head.
Under your hips is where they will go.
Raise them up nice and proper you know.
A Wednesday whipping? I don't think so.
I'm more of the mind of seeing you glow.
Where is that heavy leather you've come to dread?
Calm your fears, just going to give you a little red.
But I can tell by that look in your eye.
You've been naughty, itching to cry.
Dip your tummy and arch that back.
There now girl, THAT'S a target to smack.
A lesson of leather to absolve your sin.
Fourscore should do nicely to color your skin.
And if the mood strikes you to still be a brat.
I'll wet your bum so the leather will really splat.
“Hey there Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you should are looking good.” We all know the song, but do we really know the whole story? Here’s what I think happened…
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was walking in the woods one day when she came upon a pack of wolves. The head wolf, Mister Blitzer, jumped out in front of her, and actually scared her cute little pink satin panties off of her. She was too frightened to bend over, baring her little hiney for all to see, to pick them up. She started to bend her knees to scoop them up, when Mister Blitzer snatched them up and put them in his pocket.
“Well, if it isn’t Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, herself. My, O, My you are looking fine today, all pink and luscious. You shouldn’t be out in the woods by yourself, it’s very dangerous here. There are lions and bears and of course, wolves, all hungry and none of us are vegetarians. I’m sure your honey at home would be very upset with you if he knew. He’d have you out cutting your own switches and marking your pretty hiney with pink stripes until you shed a tear or two. Do you think if we tell him, he’ll let us watch?”
“No, no, he knows I’m out here, really, Mister Blitzer. I would never do anything that he didn’t know about. I’m a good girl, I never get into trouble, really.”
“Now why don’t I believe you, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs! Are you really telling us the truth? I don’t think so. I guess we will just have to spank that sweet, sweet hiney of yours and then maybe you’ll tell us. What do you think wolf pack? It’ll be a fun way to spend the afternoon.”
The vice-wolf spoke up. “So who gets to spank her, you know we all want to. She’s just not telling the truth to you, she’s not telling the truth to all six us.”
“The vice-wolf has a point there, don’t you think Little Miss Kissie-Boobs? OK guys, get your favorite spanking implement and we will get this started.”
“Oh, please don’t spank me, Mister Blitzer. My honey at home would be so upset with me. He told me that if I get spanked in the woods, I get spanked at home too. And if all six of you spank me, he’ll feel obligated to spank me every night for the next six nights. You don’t really want me to get six more spankings, do you?”
“Well, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you do have a reputation of being a very naught girl. You would probably get those spankings anyway. We’re always happy to tan your hiney, and now we have another chance. You don’t really think we will pass up this opportunity to spank one of the nicest, sweetest, cutest hineys around?”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs looked around at all the wolves and knew that any objections would go unheard. Her mind started wondering how she could get out of this group spanking. She knew that they were all faster than her, so running away wouldn’t work. She thought she would bat her eyes at them and give them her biggest smile, but she did that before and knew they wouldn’t fall for that ploy again. She was doomed and she knew it. Sleeping on her tummy for the next week or so is her fate. She let out a sigh of resignation.
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, I see you’ve come to realize that you will be going home with a very sore hiney. And what happens with your honey at home, well that’s not our business. Now, being the kind wolf that I am, I’ll give you a long warming up before you get the rest of your spankings from the pack. Come here, now.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs walks over to the head wolf, Mister Blitzer, and lays over his knees.
“My, my, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, what long shapely legs you have.”
Mister Blitzer, runs his paw up Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ legs and lifts her pink satin skirt up and over her bottom.
“And, my, my, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, what a pretty round pale bottom you have. But think how much prettier it will be all pink and swollen.”
“Please don’t spank me so hard, Mister Blitzer. I won’t be able to sit and play with my hairy spider collection if you do. They will be so sad and you don’t want that, do you?”
“You’ll still be able to play, you’ll just have to stand up to play. Now are you ready to start Little Miss Kissie-Boobs?”
“Yes, let’s get it over with.”
The spanks rained down on Little Miss Kissie-Boobs’ poor bottom. Ouches and owies could be heard from all around. The squirrels and little chipmunks came out of hiding to watch. The blue birds and robins flitted above, hoping the wolves were not too harsh with Little Miss Kissie-Boobs. The bees and wasps buzzed around wanting Mister Blitzer to stop, hoping that Little Miss Kissie-Boobs won’t stop caring about all the little creatures and never return to the woods to make sure they are all OK.
Mister Blitzer stops the spanks. He helps Little Miss Kissie-Boobs off his lap and asks the vice-wolf who was next.
“We decided to go in alphabetical order. First Emil, then Fritz, me, Max and Rudolf. And then of course you, Mister Blitzer, will finish up with a very deserved caning. Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, go to Emil.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs went to Emil and laid across his lap. He raised his slipper high and brought down about 50 very hard smacks before releasing her. A tearful and very sore Little Miss Kissie-Boobs went to the next to receive the wooden ruler from Fritz, then to Henry and his very mean wooden spoon. Henry, the vice-wolf, sent Little Miss Kissie-Boobs to stand in front of the oak tree knowing that her hiney was getting a little numb. What’s the point of giving a good hard spanking if the recipient didn’t feel the effects?
After a few minutes Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was sent to Max to receive 50 smacks from the leather paddle and then to Rudolf to be spanked with the large rubber spatula. The sobbing Little Miss Kissie-Boobs was sent back to the oak tree to stand before returning to the head wolf, Mister Blitzer for the last of her spankings.
“Come here, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs went to Mister Blitzer, her teary eyes pleading not to punish her any more. She looked at Mister Blitzer and noticed that he had a long, mean looking cane in his hands. She sobbed loudly, but continued her trek to him.
“Little Miss Kissie-Boobs, you will receive 12 of the best from me and my cane. Then I hope this will teach you to be a good girl and to always tell the truth. Now bend over and hug your knees. Stay in place until I tell you to stand straight.”
Mister Blitzer delivered the 12 searing hot cuts to Little Kissie-Boobs’ already very sore and swollen hiney. A scream was heard after each stroke. Mister Blitzer helped Little Miss Kissie-Boobs to stand.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I’ll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Can I have my panties back, please Mister Blitzer?”
“No, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs. They will be placed in our trophy room with the 3 other pairs of your panties. Now go to your honey at home and be a good girl.”
Little Miss Kissie-Boobs limped home to her honey. She immediately went to change into her onesie and started dinner for her vanilla honey at home.
A few days later, Little Miss Kissie-Boobs received a package from Harrods. It contained 5 pairs of French panties in blue, lavender, sunflower yellow, snowy white and cherry red. She reached back to rub her still very sore bottom as she read the note:
……………. “We can’t wait for your next visit to the woods, wear the lavender panties.
…………………………. Biggest hugs, the wolf pack.”
Thanks for the proof, Misty
Today I'm going to shut out the world and chill. I can't decide whether to fly to the tropics...
Daydream in my hammock...
Walk in the rain...
Or just stay in bed...
So if you're of a mind, grab a couple of these and join me...
As an update, this weekend I am heading down to hang out with Princess and Otkballerina. Originally we had plans to hang out, have fun and Otkballerina had wanted to see how much of the belt she could take (not as a punishment but as her own little personal challenge.)
Unfortunately that will have to be postponed (still going down to hang out and have a good time,) because she has earned herself a punishment spanking instead.
She will be getting a long belting and a good dose of the new paddles to help remind her that she needs to do what she says she is going to do, and answer to herself and to me. Hopefully it will keep her on her best behavior for awhile since she leaves for work soon and will be gone for 3 months.
I had already told you about my plans to get a divorce from my wife. The problem was that I didn't have enough money to cover all the costs. The thought of remaining in my marriage was causing me a great deal of emotional problems and depression. You felt genuinely sorry about my situation and came up with a plan that might work. Even though living half the country away you offered to be my lawyer during my divorce and not charge me any legal fees. I wasn't sure of how the system worked but I believed you knew what you were talking about so I agreed.
I filled out all the documentation that you sent me and then waited for you to make whatever plans that needed to be made. We had established a general time frame for things to be accomplished. I knew that you had other "paying" clients so I overlooked the fact that our time schedule was not being met. I was getting anxious for things to begin but you assured me that everything would go as planned and I would have no trouble settling the issue in court and getting what I wanted. I had no choice but to put my trust in you, which I really had no problems doing.
When it came time for our case to come to court, you were less prepared than I thought. The end result was that I didn't make out as well as I could have, or should have. Neither one of us felt very happy about the outcome. I was feeling disappointed, and you were feeling guilty because you knew that you could have done better. At one point you even admitted that you got your ass whipped by the other attorney. I muttered under my breath that I wouldn't mind whipping your ass for real, considering what had just happened.
By that time our stomachs began to protest so we decided to go out to eat and "celebrate" what we did get out of the day, a divorce. Intentionally we avoided talking about the bad part of the day and concentrated on catching up on the parts of our lives that we had missed.
After dinner, I drove you back to your hotel. You asked me if I would like to come in for a while, and then added a quiet, "Please". Inside your room we sat down on the love seat to talk. You seemed a bit nervous, but started the conversation. You knew how disappointed I was with the outcome from court. Again you told me how bad you felt and wished you could make it up to me, somehow. I told you that there was one way, though it wouldn't bring back what I had lost, might satisfy my feeling of anger. You were interested in knowing what I meant. "Well, Eileen, I think it only appropriate that I, since I feel wronged, carry out in a literal way what you felt from the other lawyer." You gave me a puzzled look, and asked what that was. I told you that perhaps the only immediate solution to my anger and your guilt was a spanking. Your eyebrows raised and you repeated what I had said about the spanking, "You mean you want to give me a spanking?" "Well", I said, "I did put my trust in you to help me come out ahead today, and I didn't. You didn't charge me anything so I can't ask for my money back. This will have to serve as just rewards for your efforts." You wanted to know when this "spanking" would happen. With a stern voice I said, "I think that right now would be the perfect time."
Since we were sitting next to each other, I simply had to take your arm and pull you toward me and then over my lap. With a pleading in your voice you asked me not to hurt you. I responded by saying that I wasn't intending to hurt you, but would give you what you deserved. I put my hand on your skirt covered bottom and rubbed your firm mounds for a few minutes. I started slow with firm slaps to your ass, pausing occasionally to rub your cheeks again. After probably twenty or twenty-five smacks on top of your skirt I told you to stand up and remove your skirt. A minor protest brought a quick dozen more stinging slaps to your surprised ass. With a few ouches and moans from that volley you agreed to take your skirt off. As you were standing in front of me I could not help but admire your long beautiful legs and tight round ass. I was pleased to see that you were wearing thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose. I also had no idea that under that business suit, you wore the tiniest lace thong I had ever seen. Once over my lap again my hands were busy rubbing and kneading your sexy ass. Down came my hand again and again, this time with nothing standing between my hand and your ass, the slaps were producing a nice red glow. Over and over my hand connected with your nearly bare ass, I don't consider it a bare bottom spanking until the panties are clear away from the bottom. I made up my mind that you wouldn't need to stand up again to take off your panties so I gripped the thin waistband and gave a downward thrust. With a slight ripping sound and a gasp from you, your panties were in my hand. Again my hand rained down on your ever reddening ass. I could feel my excitement rise under you, I wondered if you could feel it too. I told you to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes which you did after you rubbed your ass a few times. Now, standing naked before me, you were a vision to behold. Just a few minutes ago you were the well dressed epitome of a successful attorney. Now, naked as the day you were born, you were the vision of sensuality and lust. I did not detect before the pout of your lips and flush of your cheeks, usually a sign of arousal. Could the spanking have produced such an effect? I instructed you to begin taking off my clothes, which, with some hesitation, you did. Before you got to my last remaining piece of clothing, my underwear, I told you to stop. I had you bend over the arm of the easy chair and spread your legs. I reached between your legs and found what I had suspected, a wet pussy. You moaned at the touch of my fingers and began agitating your cunt against them. I pulled away and stepped to the side and measured an arm's swing distance. I took careful aim and gave you about a dozen of the best I could give. I wanted to give you something that you would remember every time you put on a skirt to do your work as an attorney.
I again reached between your legs and felt your pussy, it was even more moist than before. I figured that you had enough spanking for a while, but there was something else that was looming on my mind. I told you to turn around and get on your knees in front of me. I gave the order to take off my underwear and suck on my cock. The look on your face was pure lust when you did exactly as you were told. I am built pretty thick in the cock but you did your best to engulf the whole member on the first stroke. Oh my, do you ever know how to give head! You brought me quickly to the point of no return and I had to force myself to back off, my plan did not include shooting my cum down your throat. I reached down and pulled your mouth away from my cock and stood you up in order to push you back over the arm of the chair. I bent over you to suck on your hard nipples and feel your tits with my groping hands. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on your dripping wet pussy. Oh, how I love to suck on a hot wet pussy. Lapping at your clit and flicking my tongue all over your highly sensitive lips and tunnel. As I did so, I took the opportunity to wet my finger in your pussy and inset it into your asshole. My cock was engorged with blood and began to show that it was in need of something very primal. I had you turn around so that you were across the arm of the chair in the same position when I spanked you so hard. Your pussy was an easy target for my big missile. I slid in easily, you were tight, but not so much that I couldn't gain entrance to the very hilt. What a wonderful fucking experience. But there was one more thing I had to do. I have enjoyed anal sex a few times, but looking down at that tight hole was what pushed me over the edge. I stood up and went into the bathroom and lathered up my cock with soap. I went over to you and placed the head of my rock hard cock against your anus and pushed. It gave way slowly and I paused to give your muscles a chance to get used to something as large as my cock. I could feel you relax a little and I pushed in a little further. Moving in little in and out strokes enabled me to go a little more until my full 7 inches was buried in your bottom. I began to saw back and forth in a steady rhythm. I couldn't believe that anything could be so hot, my cock felt like it was being cooked in an oven. At that pace I knew I couldn't last very long. You were making noises; squealing, grunting, moaning, as if the animal in you had taken over and needed to be ravished. I shot a big load of hot cum deep into your bowels about the same time you began to buck and thrash around. I had you well pinned to the arm of the chair with my cock in your ass.
After our climax had subsided and I began to slip out of your hot rear passage, we collapsed to the floor and held each other and eventually falling asleep with you being cradled in my strong arms.
Hi friends i came back to the site after many many years and so many things have changed. Wishing all the best to everyone. For the many years that i was off-spanking-circuit, i thought that i would get cured of it. But it didn't happen. I can't get spanking off my mind. I have to just accept that it is part of me.
I recently watched a video with pussy spanking. Anyone can give me details about this? I mean, it seems much more painful that ass spanking. And also how do u do this, with a small belt, or riding crop? I would really like to know about pussy spanking and the best position to try it out the first time.
Thanks a lot.
Because the "reality" of finding an ideal partner is often difficult, most of us have indulged wonderful fantasy lives regarding our spanking interest. Yet most of us also have a hope of turning fantasy into reality at some point, and it's a realistic hope - I'm holding out for that domestic relationship in which I'm bared and turned OTK whenever I need it, want it, or my booty inspires my partner to spank. It's the reality many of us here hope to be part of, on one side or the other (or both, for you switches).
Some things just have to remain in the realm of fantasy. Age players can't turn back the clock to be whatever age they fantasize about (my senior year of high school would have been a lot wilder if I could); most schools don't use corporal punishment anymore; judicial CP doesn't exist in the Western world - and few of us would fantasize about the reality in the places it does exist. I've never had an officer offer me an "alternative" to a ticket. Asking a parent to resume spanking when we're in our 20's/30's technically could happen, but . . . no.
Yet if it's possible at this time to find a spouse who will spank, it would seem that my other big fantasy could happen: a boss who spanks.
Obviously it couldn't work in every scenario. While it's delicious to fantasize about sitting in your cubicle, wondering if any of the other girls overheard the manager whisper to meet him in his office after work, HR is never going to approve such an "informal arrangement." I suppose that if you found a supervisor who shared the same interest, an off-site/after hours arrangement could be made, but that's not really a work spanking, is it?
Then of course, there's the risk. Especially for the boss. A lot of people might think they want the fantasy, because they've seen "Secretary," or seen/read "Fifty Shades." A sudden change of heart while standing in the corner or going over the knee in the back room as the reality sets in could leave a lot of people very nervous - and not merely about the health of the employee's backside.
So we'd obviously be talking about a small, privately owned business. And for purposes of my fantasy, it wouldn't involve working for my spouse - first, that's a lot of togetherness which can add a lot of stress to any relationship, and second, a spanking in that situation wouldn't necessarily be a work spanking, but just a spanking in the course of our relationship that happened at work. That's a different thing.
But it definitely has to be approached as a relationship. The job interview would be fascinating, and might even involve a little "hands on," but just like with dating or committing to a domestic discipline relationship, expectations and consequences would have to be clearly established. If there are spouses, they would probably need to be involved to make it clear that it's a work discipline relationship, and that hanky spanky won't be turning into hanky panky. (And in my fantasy mind, the boss's wife might occasionally circumvent the possibility by tending to my discipline herself.)
I always laugh a little when I read a story that involves a waiver or consent that's being signed by the "caught" employee given the choice of a spanking or the door - but I would want one if a fantasy would turn to reality. Whether or not it offered any legal protection, it would cement it as a formal relationship, memorializing the agreement and its boundaries.
And my natural tendencies would ensure the agreement got plenty of use - and hopefully would improve bad habits. For example, while I consider myself very competent in what I do, punctuality is a weakness, and it's not unusual for me to get to work 10-15 minutes late (in fact, it IS somewhat unusual for me to get to work on time). That might change if I had to "make up" those 10-15 minutes in the corner on my lunch break, thinking of the spanking I'll be getting after we close. While I doubt I'll ever completely reform, that would certainly make me think about my behavior more.
Heck, I'm thinking about it right now . . .
Greetings to one and all.
This is my first entry on my blog telling the ongoing tale of my attendance at the Hardcaning Academy for Wayward Boys.
The Academy was set up by my girlfriend in order to curb my 'wayward tendencies'.
She has started a 'naughty book' where she writes down all my 'misdemeanors' and then summons me to either see the Head Girl or, in the case of more serious infractions, the fearsome Headmistress.
This is the story of the first time I was required to see the Head Girl to be 'dealt with' for a series of entries in my 'naughty book'.
This seems like it will be a monthly occurence.
I went to see the Head Girl and she read out my list of offences, bending and flexing her Dragon cane in both hands and a broad grin on her face with a glint in her eye.
Oh dear, I'm in bother now.
"Right boy!" she said "Let's see what we have here. Hmmmm, someone is going to be very sorry".
She swished the cane through the air a few times then hooked it over the back of the chair I would soon be bending over, picked up and opened my naughty book and started to read aloud.
"Entry number 1, late to pick me up, 10 minutes.
Number 2, being cheeky to the cleaner.
"That's not fair" I started to protest.
"I beg your pardon!!?? Are you interrupting me??" she snapped.
"Errrr, no Miss" I muttered.
"I should think not. Right, bend over and place your elbows on the seat of that chair and get your bottom up, I'm going to slipper you now for the first 2 entries".
I bent over and she picked up the size 10 plimsoll that I hadn't noticed on the table.
"Number 1, you were 10 minutes late, 1 stroke for each minute".
She proceeded to give me 10 hard strokes with the slipper and then pulled my shorts down and said "Being cheeky to the cleaner, you ungrateful boy. Another slippering for that, 12 strokes I think" and gave me another 12 burning strokes over my underpants.
My bottom was starting to glow.
She then pulled down my underpants and said "Number 3, before I was so rudely interrupted which I'll deal with in a minute. Failure to keep the house tidy despite the cleaners' best efforts, another 6 strokes with my slipper".
6 blistering strokes on my bare bottom later.
"Are you learning your lesson boy?" she asked.
"Yes Miss, thank you Miss" I replied bottom ablaze.
"Good, pull your pants and shorts back up. Number 4, disobedience in the form of buying chocolate when you're supposed to be on a diet."
Gulp, yes, I am on a self imposed diet and exercise programme and did cheat and bought some chocolate so I suppose I deserve it.
"I will not tolerate disobedience and it's for your own good so I'm going to cane you now".
She picked the cane back up and swished it through the air several times.
"6 strokes boy, brace yourself".
Swish, crack..Swish, crack...Swish, crack.
3 strokes on an already glowing bottom then she pulled my shorts back down.
Swish, crack...swish, crack...swish, crack over my underpants.
"Thank you Miss" I said and started to pull my shorts back up.
"Errrrrrr, what do you think you're doing!!??" she exclaimed.
"I haven't finished with you yet, get back down!!".
She yanked my shorts back down and then my underpants and said "I'm going to teach you not to interrupt me. 12 strokes of my cane on the bare for you boy!!".
"Get that bottom out and up boy!!".
She set about caning my bare bottom, swinging away. I was certainly regretting interrupting.
After 7 stinging strokes she asked "How many's that? I've lost count".
"7 Miss, thank you Miss".
"Good, count the rest out loud for me boy!".
"Yes Miss. 8 Miss...9 Miss...10 Miss...11 Miss...12 Miss, thank you Miss".
Phew, thank goodness that's over I thought.
Then, SWISH, CRACK "And 1 for luck boy!!!!" a really blistering stroke.
Yeowch, wasn't expecting that.
Bottom well slippered and caned, note to self, try and behave next month and this was just the Head Girl!!
I'm not sure I can withstand a trip to see the Headmistress.
Guess who's only just gone and got themselves 'barred' from the local Music/Beer festival tonight for the third year running! - Yes I know folks its a tricky answer?
But proud as I am I am NO defeatist and I have a marvellous collection of wigs, think I shall wear the red one to match my ruddy cheeks!
Dang feels like i havent been on here for months......had to drag myself away from here for awhile to focus on things going on in my life... But everything is going well now....
I finally moved out of the columbus area and im definetely on to better things right now.. Besides dealing with things going on with my daughter and my moms heart surgery my life has definetely went downhill but went back uphill recently..... Getting ready for this trip to the dominican republic and still heavily working out i love it the drive and the motivation that i get from my team...
Lifestyle wise everything is going great i recently received an ass whooping for two speeding tickets that i received that was my first spanking in like 4 months i was never ready for the pain it brought my tolerance has definetely went from a 5 to a 0.....but i handled it well at so i thought... Came back to 167 friend requests and 57 messages so i will be getting back to everyone shortly just be patient with me thanks...hope everyone has a wonderful weekend...
I've been getting spanked at least two or three times a week here lately, just the thing for a naughty boy like me.
Last night we went shopping. First stop was Lane Bryant, then a boutique called Torrid. Didn't see anything I really liked enough to pay their prices, so she took me to Ross. I found six new pairs of panties (two high-waisted briefs, two bikinis, and two lacy hi-cuts) and a long-handled molded plastic bath brush.
We went home and I gave her a fashion show. While she sat in the living room clutching the bath brush, I donned each pair in turn, then paraded before her, stopped, and bent over for swats with the brush. Long before we reached the last pair, I was wriggling as the solid brush smacked my panties. As always after she's spanked me, it's been absolutely delightful going to bed with a burning bottom.
(sigh) I'm in heaven. "Spanking roommates" has always been one of my favorite fantasies, right up there with sorority spankings and mother/daughter scenarios.
Happy Friday ladies and gentlemen. Wishing there was an English pub near me. Feel like having a pint or two of Old Nick ale, toss some darts and play a game or three of snooker. Shout out to all the UK/Ireland blokes here. Thought you all might appreciate my rendition of the Chas and Dave song Wallop.
Wallop, her knickers gone down
Wallop she's bent down
Once there was a spanking lass
And she was aching for the strap
Boohoo had the chat and the sexy hips
But Gorilla Jim said he would put the hip to kip
Boohoo shouted "Come on son!"
"You don't know how to spank anyone!"
But the hip danced all around to duck the sting
But she poked her bum too far out and a big smack on the bottom she took and wallop!
Now her knickers gone down!
Sir Red Cheeks built a rocket ship
Three bad birds he pushed inside of it
Scorpio counted down the fuse was lit,
Goodboy said "Send it up best of luck, lunatics"
Naughty Butt told them birds "you'll soon adjust"
"Baring our naughty bums is just a must"
Sir Red Cheeks shouted when they got there, "Ain't it hot in here, I birched em all on the bare!"
He's pulled up their skirts and opened the hand and wallop!
Their knickers gone down!
Wallop, her knickers gone down
Wallop she's bent down
Wallop, her knickers gone down
Wallop she's bent down
Kissie thought she'd have a bet
Brat01 said "You hadn't been lucky yet"
"Tender Bottom" was the name of the 'orse
Revmother brought the nun's spanking ruler all the way Cork
Scorpio turned on the radio, Firmhand4umiss said 'ello
He then bent them all over the outdoor fence
All of a jumble neck and neck but Tender Bottom took a tumble and wallop!
She's gone down
I parks me lorry round the back then goes indoors to find a bum to smack
All of a sudden I hears a noise
elendor screamed "oh no here we go them spanking boys"
Susan Orry ran outside got hold of this yob
yrrah1596 said spankin is his job
"It's you that keeps sodding about me spanking your back side"
English Rose started to holler "You spank harder than me father! If he gives me a smack I hit him back" and wallop!
All their knickers gone down!!
Wallop, her knickers gone down
Wallop she's bent down
Wallop, her knickers gone down
Wallop she's bent down