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My husband called me at work on Memorial Day to say I didn’t have to go to my second job that afternoon, the owner decided to close early for the holiday. I swept through the front door, excited and happy to be home early, knowing he was there waiting for me.
And he was. Stretched out on the couch wearing only a t-shirt and undies when I sashayed into the room.
A huge smile stretched across his face “Welcome home, kitten.”
He stood up. My hot and handsome husband. At 6'3" he stands almost a foot taller than me with strong, broad shoulders and very muscular arms and hands. He stalked right up in front of me and kissed me, hard, enticingly, “What did you get us for dinner?”
“I didn't, I thought you said we’d make something when I got home.” I said, replaying the phone conversation in my head. “I’m so sorry that I misunderstood you.”
I stripped out of my work clothes as we talked and I purposefully walked around the apartment naked. I’m not sure if it was to distract him or tempt him but I walked back over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Softly, at first, then urgently. I decided to tempt sounded right. I really wanted to stay in his arms and have all his attention.
He pulled back, and said gently, “Put some clothes on, Woman.” Of course, ‘clothes’ in our house means at most a t-shirt and undies.
I went to the closet but everything I wanted to wear was in the laundry.
“So what do you want to eat then?” He asked, distracting me from my task.
I walked back to his side still stark naked to where he was standing in front of the refrigerator, and he said, “And if you say ham sandwiches I will spank you.”
“No, I wasn’t going to say ham sandwiches,” I said with a grimace. We had been eating a lot of ham and cheese sandwiches.
He laughed, but asked, looking almost hurt, “What, you don’t want me to spank you?!”
“Ham sandwiches, we should definitely have ham sandwiches,” I said grinning, catching on to his game. I squealed in delight as he pulled his hand back behind me…behind my completely bare bottom.
The sting was high and hot from the first one. He slapped my left side with all his might, no other touch what so ever. I dug my feet into the carpet, trying to steady myself and stay in place without him holding or guiding me.
“Ah!” The shocking, burning sting lit up my center and I relaxed as pulses of pleasure ran all the way down my toes pressed firmly against the floor.
He stayed on that one side, that one spot, raining down fiery swats, sparking the deep burning embers in my core.
Slowly, my hips pushed forward, I tried to stay still, tried to push my bottom out to absorb all I could, but when I could take no more, it was almost involuntary. My foot just leapt forward. He paused and caressed my cheek, putting his left hand to the front of my hip. He pulled back again and his hand landed higher, flaring wickedly on my most sensitive of areas. ~see my note “Just Right” for more details :)
“OH! Too high, too high!” I cried out and with his hand in front of me, there was no escape. I was restrained utterly and completely. I held onto his left hand with both of mine, dancing underneath him. I squealed again when his hand struck a second and third time.
“Oh that hurts,” I begged, but the raw pain sent a much more intense surge through my center and down my legs. My cries changed to a long, deep satisfied moan.
He moaned with me, “Sometimes, it needs to hurt, baby.”
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Consistency plays a big role to me in the DD lifestyle. If a person ain't trying hard enough than for being their to discipline me when I misbehave than why should i even try to behave but of course I would push them till they really pissed and see where they at (and eventually I would end up regretting that) in everything.
Do I want to admit that I need disciplined when Ive misbehaved and did something that I shouldn't of had did, Hell no but I do it cause at the end of the day I know that deep inside I feel more comfortable in admitting where I went wrong and accepting the consequences.
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I was looking at my previous blog; and I believe it has been 32 days since that spanking. I went through a lot; after the spanking, I am not sure if any of you can relate to this.
The spanking experience; it was a severe spanking session, but it wasn't mean or cruel. I was laughing a lot; it was fun.
I look back; I think that maybe I was in "Sub-space"? The aftermath of this spanking; I started crying a few days afterwards. I got real ill; I was in a lot of pain. I told my spanker friend about what I was going through; his response was "Opps" and "Sorry". And then I didn't hear from him for two weeks. That right there; the total silence, that hurt me real bad. I thought he was mad at me and I didn't know why. I cried a lot; I felt so alone. I needed him to come over and hold me; hug me, comfort me. I didn't have anyone.
He texts me two weeks later; he wants to come spank me, again. I told him NO. I was so hurt; confused, so emotional.
We have been texting and he told me that he was just busy. I can see that there is a communication problem. I sense that the spankings are for his enjoyment; like I am just a cute bottom for him to spank. There is so much more to me; than that. I have feelings.
He finished editing our video; I do not want to see it. He has asked me several times if I want a copy of this video and I keep saying no. I say no; because I think if I watch the video, it will bring back the emotional hurt that I have endured.
I met someone new; for spanking, yesterday. We had been chatting before; I didn't know that he was into spanking. And he posted a spanking personal ad; I responded and as we started chatting, I realized it was him. I brought it to his attention and I was correct. He came out yesterday; we had a long talk, while I was laying over his lap. I told him about all my worries, fears and everything. I told him about what I went through 32 days ago. It felt good to really talk.
I got a good spanking; it was a four hour session. In this session; there was a lot of talking. I had so much stress in my body; he gave me a massage. I got a lot of hugs; I love hugs! I recieved a few spankings. Gosh; his hand, like someone elses I know... it stings like a paddle! I had a safeword and I used it a few times. He rubbed my bottom with lotion; to cool it, we did that a few times. His hands are too big! And why does a man's hand have to sting so much?! I am glad that he isn't one into implements; his hand is plenty!!!
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My pet is just the opposite of most subs here. Well he use to be I should say. Or maybe not we will see. See.. we have been in a DD lifestyle for so long he hardly ever misbehaves in anyway. Trained him pretty good huh?
Let me tell you it wasnt easy because he is a real time masochist. So to make him behave I had to use something besides spanking because he loved that way too much.
He would purposely get into trouble so he would get spanked. And spanked I did I mean I wore my arm out on him more than Ono or Duse. I'm here too tell you that I whooped his butt raw, bleeding and all, it had too hurt, but that was the problem he wanted it too.
He wanted it too hurt for days on end. Literally could not sit comfy for days. So MisS got wise to this and quit spanking him for misbehaving you see? Now what tactics did you think I may have used for this? Well let me see if you can guess a few first so maybe I get more ideas...lol
I'm doing the right thing believe me. A Domme can never run short on ideas.
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“Marie I need you in the bedroom.” Mark yelled down the hall. Marie blew her bangs out of her eyes in frustration. God give me strength she thought as she headed for the man she loved but at this moment was worried she might be aggravated into ripping his throat out if he continued to act like an ass.
Marie entered the bedroom to find Mark sitting on the bed with a small paddle in his hand. She stopped short her eyes going wide. “Why are you sitting there with that paddle?”
“Come here, you need your sweet bottom turned red.” Mark’s low voice rumbled in his chest. Marie put her hands on her hips and glared at Mark.
"I don’t have time to play around and you’re not taking your anger at Jacob out on me. As much as I hate that he’s the one that said it. He was right, I would’ve been embarrassed if I was a male too if it means behaving as inept as you have since you’ve been home from work.” Mark’s eye narrowed as Marie’s words.
“Little girl, you’ve got five seconds to get over my knee. You do not want me to come get you. I promise you will be very sorry if you throw that fit I see in your eyes as opposed to doing what I say.” Marie fidgeted at Mark's threat; she had never really seen him this stern before. Although Marie wanted spankings for punishment, Mark had never been keen on the idea. Now when she it seemed she was finally going to get a good old fashioned walloping, she was mad because she really didn’t deserve it.
“MOVE!” Mark’s raised voice surprised Marie out of her thoughts and into walking towards him without making the conscious thought to obey. Before she could correct her path, Mark grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap.
“No, no, no I’ve been good and Jac.”
“Shhh babe” Mark soothed “I know you’ve been really good. And I’m not mad at Jacob. I know he would never have talked to me like that if I hadn’t been in the wrong.”
“Then I’m getting a good girl spanking, oooh Mark I really want one but we don’t have time.” Marie wiggled suggestively beneath Marks hand as he lowered her pants and panties to her ankles and patted her bottom.
“Oh no, babe your getting a punishment spanking.” Upon hearing Marks words Marie started fighting to escape Marks lap.
“No, let me up” Marie yelled as Mark let her exhaust herself trying to get free.
“I’ve been an ass since I’ve been home.” Mark explained, “I’ve only added to your already busy stressful day. I’m the one that deserves to be punished, so you’re going to take a spanking for my bad behavior and at the same time it will relieve your stress.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard,” Marie complained “I’ll just spank you and I’m sure that will relieve my stress”
“Sorry, no can do. You’re the only one that gets spanked in this house. And be honest you love getting spanked” Mark intoned as he landed the first of ten sharp full arm blistering smacks to Marie’s bottom.
“No, OUCH, OUCH, OOH that’s too hard! I don’t love punishment spankings! I was crazy to mention the idea! STOP!” Marie was in tears by the seventh spank. Kicking, screaming, and cursing as she put her right hand back to try to protect her burning butt. Mark pinned her arm to her side, dropped his leg over Marie’s calves and continued to rain spank after spank on to Marie’s red glowing fanny.
Finally Marie gave in and laid over Mark’s knee exhausted, crying and clutching his pant leg. Mark stopped spanking and began caressing Marie’s cheeks. After a few minutes he turned Marie to sit on his lap rocking her as she laid her head on his shoulder.
Once Marie’s tears turned to sniffles she looked up into his eyes and belted him on the shoulder with her fist.“That hurt, ya big doofus, I’m not getting spanked because you’re an ass ever again.” Marie pouted.
“Ah babe," Mark whispered as he brushed her hair away from her face. “I feel better having atoned for being a jerk and your stress is all gone isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Marie returned to snuggling into Mark’s shoulder “but that's just because my butt hurts so much I can’t worry about anything else.” Mark moved his hands playfully down over the curve of Marie’s soft tummy to her pussy, rubbing softly over her pussy and clit. Marie began to moan and push against his hand.
“Oh Mark let’s skip the reunion and just go to bed.” Mark slowly removed his hand to Marie’s groan of disappointment.
Mark’s voice was husky with need, “Sorry, no can do.” Mark put Marie back on her feet and pushed her towards the bathroom. “You go take a shower, I’ll take the casserole out of the oven and finish cutting up the vegetables.”
“I want sex!” Marie stomped her foot and turned back towards Mark.
Mark flipped her back around and slapped her already sore butt
“Marie, get into the shower or the sexy spanking I plan for later will not happen.”
Marie turned and ran for the shower. There was no way she was going to miss out on a hot sexy spanking later tonight.
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Marie rushed in the house with her packages, her son following on her heels.
“Hurry Jacob, we still have a lot to do before your father gets home.” Marie spoke over her shoulder to her 15 year old son.
“Mom, slow down we’ve been running non stop since we got up. It’s Saturday that means no school for me and no work for you.” Jacob mumbled following Marie into the kitchen.
“Jacob, I had to get everything, all your stuff for school and baseball besides all the errands your Dad wanted me to run, done this morning. Now we have to do some house cleaning and I still have to put the casserole in the oven and make a vegetable tray for the family reunion.”
“Mom you make me tired just watching you. We’ve run more errands in three hours then most people run in a day.” Moaned Jacob as he plopped down on a bar stool by the kitchen island.
“Well you’re going to be even more tired, I want you to run the sweeper and dust, while I clean the bathrooms. Come on get up and get a move on”, Marie yelled as she entered the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Marie smiled to herself as she put the parts and packages Mark asked her to pick up along the wall. Usually Mark sees about his own parts and stuff for the repairs he was always making, but he had to work this morning and between him and Jacob Marie had to make about seven stops. Marie grimaced to herself as she entered the bathroom to start scrubbing the tub, she could hear the vacuum start in the living room. With Jacob’s help she just might get everything done.
An hour later Jacob was again sitting at the kitchen island. Marie was cutting up the vegetables for her tray and Mark had gotten home from work and was in the shower.
“Mom slow down your gonna cut yourself.” Jacob cautioned.
"Jacob, I’m on a roll the casserole’s in the oven and most every things ready, but I still have to cut up the cauliflower and green peppers. Your cousin is picking you up in 20 minutes and me and your Dad need to be ready in about 45 minutes and I still want to take a shower myself.” Marie explained as she continued welding her knife. She stretched her back and sighed. Marie could tell she was about to run out of steam. Just a few more things to do and she would be able to relax and have some fun today.
“Marie, where’s a towel” Mark shouted over the water from the master bath.
“In the cabinet” Marie yelled back.
“What! I need a towel”, Mark shouted again. Marie huffed put her knife down and strolled down the hall.
“Mark, the towels are in the cabinet where they are supposed to be.” Marie stated as she entered the bathroom walked over opened the door and pulled out a clean towel. “Did you even bother to look instead of standing there and yelling for me?” Marie threw over her shoulder as she quickly headed back to the kitchen.
“Marie, have you seen my razor. Did you use it to shave your legs again?” Mark called down the hall.
“In the top draw by the sink” Marie called back. “Where it always is” Marie whispered under her breath as Jacob chuckled. “Hey you quit laughing” Marie admonished cutting her vegetables faster and faster.
Marie and Jacob looked up as Mark thundered down the hall and appeared in the Kitchen.
“Marie, what did you do with my socks? Did you two sleep late today, I’ll bet you didn’t get the parts I needed for you to pick up today. Why are you still cooking, we need to be leaving within the next half hour. You need to get better organized” The more Mark talked the more Marie’s shoulders tensed and the harder she cut into the peppers. Jacob looked from his Dad to his Mom and back again.
“Mark your socks are in the top drawer of the dresser, did you even look?” Marie said through clenched teeth.
“No I saw the basket was empty and figured they were still in the dryer.”
“So when you saw they weren’t in the dryer, did you look in the dresser?” Marie pointed the knife in Mark’s direction. “No, I’m sure you didn’t. Mark I’ve been running all day and I’m almost finished here, but I still want a shower. So please give me a break.”
“You haven’t taken a shower yet. What have you been doing all day?” Mark bellowed.
Thud, both Mark and Marie turned to see that Jacob had dropped his head to thud against the island.
“God Dad, Man Up! You’re making me embarrassed to be a man. You’re giving men everywhere a bad name.” Marie and Mark were shocked into silence as Jacob normally thought his Dad could do no wrong. “We got up early and Mom has gotten everything that was on your list and took me to get all the stuff I needed then we got back and cleaned the house. She’s been running non stop so we could all be ready to go to your family reunion”
Mark stopped and stared at Jacob, than he turned and narrowed his eyes at Marie. Without saying anything to either of them he turned and made his way back down the hall making growling noises in between what sounded like “mumble, mumble that damn smart assed kid…mumble, mumble, mumble.”
Jacob turned and smiled at his Mom. Marie smiled back but pointed her knife at him and said. “You better watch yourself I don’t want you to talk to your father like that again.”
“What?” Jacob smirked “I was protecting him. “I knew if he said one more word you were probably going to go after him with that knife.” Jacob turned his head at the sound of a car horn “There’s my ride gotta go, love ya”.
“Love you too” Marie called laughing to herself as soon as he was out the door. God she loved that kid.
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So I get this question a lot and thought I'd put it in blog form. "what is a spanking relationship to me?" Well, it's very situational but there are some universal feelings. First and foremost I believe the whole trade off is: in exchange for a subs obedience and submission the top must always have their best interest in mind and always puts their needs first. A top should be flexible to the subs needs, some only need a little bit of help, for example sticking to their own schedule or doing well in school. While others need a full blown "daddy" type top, and that's when the top's commitment is put to the test (yes even a top has tests). Are you able to be there for a sub whether it be physically right next to them or long distance speaking when a spanking is not required or not the best approach to an issue? I've been very lucky being a dom to both ends of the spectrum and there isn't one I've enjoyed more than the other but it's not like I use the same template for all of them, I've cared for them all equally but also uniquely and individually.
Which brings up another big topic "Should a top have more than one sub?" No dom should ever take on more than they can handle, but if they can handle more why not? the relationship doesn't have to be turned into bf/gf (or a combination otherwise) you can still care about someone and want to be there for them through good and bad without it being a dating like relationship. So those are the two questions I'm asked most and I figured I'd share it to the masses.
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For the past day and half I had been well, behaved, sort of following my schedule, listening to my daddy, and doing what I was told. Well today, he gave me some extra freedom to, for example later bedtime on weekends and I wouldnt have to follow my schedule as much on weekends. When I had to asked to go to the store, he told me it was to late at night, in response to this I threw a fit, and was told to go to bed instead of being happy I had gotten extra freedom at all. After being told to go to bed I responded by telling my daddy no.
After this I got a spanking, with my hairbrush. till said I could stop which was probobally a couple mins long then 40 with the hanger! OWWW after that I got corner time, my spanking took longer because I ended up breaking down saying how sorry I was to him, and how I was a bad girl, Im lucky to have such an amazing daddy cuz he reasured me Im not bad I just made a bad dission. after my corner time I get to write this blog so all of you other young ladies and men know that when your tops or doms give you an inch not to take a mile aslo dont tell them no and try to respect them.
I got this punishment, because.... well, for several reasons, I was disrespectful to my daddy. I tried to take advantage of him when he was being nice to me, he is always careing and kind yet I still seem to be rude.
further more I let him down by hurting him, im working on learning more everyday, to give him the respect he deserves some days i deserve better than others. but like I said Im the lukiest girl ever because even when I mess up he still proud of me. I have a feeling its because for the most part I own up and take my punishments. I love you daddy and thank you for caring enough to take care of me!
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So I think after a video is viewed over 10,000 times and has to be taken down that people at least deserve some form of explanation.
Unfortunately my fiancee and I have split up. He asked that anything related to him, pics etc., be removed from the internet. I'm granting that request which in all honesty is being far more fair & courteous than he has been with me.
In lieu of this development my life has been turned upside down so I'm fairly certain there will not be any new videos from me for a while if ever. Right now I need time to heal my spirit which at the moment appears to be an insurmountable task.
I loved him beyond words....and now there are indeed no words.
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This is a bit old--it happened back in April, soon afterI advertised on Spanking Personal Ads. The idea of spanking for fun is the "fun" part, and the driving is monotonous. But Val was a new girl I'd been talking to and this was the only time we could get together and have any quality time. I'll try to be more detailed later but there were a few firsts for me: First time I paddled a girl in tights (they were white). First time I used a spanking bench instead of just put her over my knee. Since I always ask what kind of spanking they want, this was the first to come right out and say she did NOT want a disciplinary spanking---not today. She wanted a "good girl spanking" including some flogging and a leather paddle, but no wood paddles. I did the best I could and she said she was in the perfect "head space". I wasn't sure if that meant "stop" or continue, so I just held up for a while and rubbed her fanny. This met with approval, based on that most lovely of sounds a girl makes - "Purrrrr".
She then asked me to give her a good hand spanking I actually got a compliment for my less than large hands. I've always envied guys like Hendrix who had huge meathooks and could cover a girl's entire ass with one hand. But she liked my "stingy little hand smacks." I only gave her about 20 when she asked that I sue the paddle again.
That was in April and, though she still drops me a line sometimes, I think she's found someone special. I sure hope he can follow directions! Val's wanting her spanking on her on terms didn't bother me in the slightest but some guys seem to think iy's their job to direct the punishment. I agree---IF THAT'S WHAT THE GIRL TOLD YOU. After all, it's her spanking, her fantasy. And that will always be my prime directive.
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Almost all of us have AT LEAST one, so let's hear them. If you could spank a clebraty or have one spank you who would it be? Could be just because you think they're attractive, think they really need one in real life or would be able to turn your bottom red ;) (trying to be all inclusive here lol).
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I know sometimes i don't come here because in real i'm very busy, But if people keep contact with me I would love (:
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On May the 20th at approximately 3:00pm, I left my home in ctown to visit LezNic. My goal was to help her get to work and to engage in spanking good times. My first adventure was on April 21st, 2012. It was fabulous. I didn’t blog about that experience.
I arrived at LezNic’s house around 7:00 pm. Although this was adventure #2, this was the first time I was at her residence. She said it was O.K. if I brought my dog, so I did. (Tawny is a beast, she should have stayed at home) I greeted LezNic with a hug and kiss. I surveyed the place and then sat down. She had her own lounge chair and table. I surmised that this was her office area. I sat down on the couch nearest her chair.
Both LezNic and I enjoy the healing benefits of cannabis. We packed bowls and chatted about the absurdity of existence. I began to examine the switches I had brought with me. I had cut them two days earlier from a silver birch. I cut off the outer layer and smoothed them, leaving only wood. To ensure they remained flexible, I rubbed them with linseed oil. Because they were smooth and finished, they might be considered rods or canes. I practiced with them before I got there, so I knew they were very flexible. Each was a different width and length.
I stood up and began to strike the ottoman with the biggest, longest rod, #3. LezNic instinctively pulled her feet and legs close to her, while lying on her side. I put down #3 and picked up #2. I approached LezNic and placed the stick across her ass. She shifted forward so I could access more of it. I began to lightly tap her. She was wearing pants with metal buttons on the back. One on each cheek. I asked her about them and she said she wore them because they accentuated her ass. I told her that they indeed flattered her. The buttons produce a “ting” sound if I hit them with the wood. She said she liked the sting of the stick.
I decide that I would be Sr. Regina, one of the nuns in charge of disciplining very bad girls. Girls like LezNic. I introduced myself to her. She recoiled. I told her to turn over and prepare to be punished. She obeyed and lay face down angled up in her chair.
I rhythmically beat her posterior. The flexibility of the switch allows for almost continuous contact. I alternated between cheeks. I could hear her muffled groans as I slowed the pace and hit harder. I stopped and told her to remove her pants. She whimpered and slowly reached under and unbuttoned her pants. I stepped forward and jerked them down quickly to her knees. She kicked them off.
I replaced rod #2 with #3. I lightly tapped her butt and asked LezNic if she was learning anything from her punishment. “Yes Sister”, she answered. “Good”, I said. I hit her five times with the thickest, longest rod. She thrust her hips forward to try to reduce the impact of the implement. I put it down. She was breathing heavily. I switched back to stick #2 and whipped her sweet spot repeatedly until she writhed. I told her to remove her panties. “No Sister please”, she whined. I told her that I must punish her according to her plan of discipline. If I did not, I would be disciplined by the Mother Superior. I told her she must comply. She fumbled around and then pulled them down. I could see her inflamed backside. There were a number of stripes visible. I felt proud of my work.
I picked up switch #1, the thinnest, most flexible. I choked up on the stick and began to quickly beat one cheek, then the other. She tried to move away from the pain, but the rod moved with her. “Stop Sister please”. I stopped and rubbed her throbbing ass, trying to steady her for the coming torrent of blows. I picked up #2.
I could hear the switch whistle through the air, and then smack as it decimated its target. “ This is how we correct bad girls” I told LezNic. I continually applied the stick with medium impact. I could hear her heavy breathing in sync with mine as I swung the stick. I increased the power and speed of the blows. She thrust herself repeatedly against the cushions of her lounge chair. She seemed to almost hover above it and her body stiffened. I continued to apply the rod until she stopped and went limp. I told her that this part of her plan of discipline was complete. I asked her to thank me for disciplining her. “Thank you Sister” she said.
At this point in the evening, I am comforting and providing aftercare to dear LezNic. I am tired yet energized by the scene. I live vicariously through the spankee. I have empathy pain and feelings of arousal from spanking a beautiful ass, such as LezNics.
LezNic informs me that is time for me to be punished. She gets up and picks up the # 2 switch. I jokingly tell her that she should practice using it first. She doesn’t seem amused. She tells me to turn over and lay face down on the couch. I reluctantly comply. What’s interesting here is she also takes on the role of Sister Regina. We both are going to be spanked by the same nun! She tells me that she is sick and tired of me influencing LezNic and leading her down the wrong path. She starts hitting my ass over my jeans. I like the sting. I don’t move or make a sound.
Sister tells me to remove my jeans. I take them off only to reveal that I am not wearing the regulation white panties. Mine are blue. Sr. Regina gets angry at this revelation and the blows come quicker, with more force. The sting is turning into a somewhat annoying pain. She hits me all over my glutes. I move a little bit and she chastises me by hitting my thighs. This excites me and causes me to produce a muffled wail. She knows she has me where she wants me. She asks me if I’m going to be a good girl? “Yes Sister,” I reply. She picks up #1 and quickly and quietly decorates my ass and thighs with it. “Good, lets make sure you remember this”. She lets out a deluge of hits as I squeeze the cushions of the couch. The switch is leading me to my wall, breaking me down. Then she stops.
(content has been edited. It contains explosive, cataclysmic, wet and wild action. It would be unbelievable to the uninitiated) (hahahaha)
End of day one.
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I remember, in a Greek hotel, we were woken by the sound of a creaking bed and then the rhythmic creaking of the bed was accompanied by a sound which was more excited and higher pitched than a moan and which gradually inexorably built to a climax. In the silence that followed we were both turned on and made love ourselves though quieter and probably not for as long!
This may well be a common experience, where walls are thin. I wondered whether anyone had heard a spanking taking place 'in the next room', or on the floor above....
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Unable to resist temptation, I put down the cane and rubbed my hand gently over the welts, savouring the heat that each was generating. To my surprise, I felt Annie reacting, pushing her bottom towards my hand and murmuring contentedly. As my fingers explored into the lower areas, I realised that she was in a high state of arousal.
Oh my goodness, I mused absently, what would Geoff have done now?
Well it didn’t need a genius to figure that one out did it? As I untied Annie’s ankles she spread her legs invitingly, and began to make little panting noises. It was obvious what she was expecting, and frankly, I was in no mood to deny her.
Almost tearing my clothes in the haste to remove them, I climbed up on to the sofa behind her, as though I were pillion passenger on her motorcycle. There was just enough room for both of us. She was facing away from me, still in her crouched punishment position, her smarting bottom pointing towards me.
Sliding one hand around the front to grasp her soft fleshy abdomen, and placing the other in the small of her back, I guided her on to my throbbing penis, thrusting it deep, deep inside her, until my pelvis was squashing her sore, welted buns.
Annie’s reaction was immediate and urgent. Amid a combination of deep sighs and moaning, she gyrated her hips manically and jiggled back and forth, whilst squeezing and tugging on my dick in the most fantastic manner. I wasn’t having to do any work at all; she just went for it. “Oh Geoff!” I remember thinking, “You lucky, lucky, jammy, bastard!”
Or, at least, he would have been lucky, if he were there. Only he wasn’t there was he? But I was, and this was fucking marvellous! Whilst Annie did the business, I occupied myself with finding her hot spots, unsnapping her bra and cradling her tits in my hands, sliding my fingers up the backs of her thighs, rubbing my hands on her bottom; pinching the welts now and then, which made her work all the harder. She was one hot lady! In no time at all, she had brought us both to the point of orgasm.
Suddenly I could feel her coming. Her body started to quiver; the movements became even more urgent and animated. She was just in time too, because I couldn’t have held out for much longer. Yes………yes………ooooooooooh! Her back arched and she seemed to go into a trance-like state, her vaginal muscles clamped around my dick and began to spasm; suddenly my seed was gushing into her.
“Ooooooooh Jesus!” I remember groaning. “Ah! Oh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmh!
I don’t know how long we remained locked together in mutual oblivion. It could only have been seconds, but in that short moment, time slowed right down, and it seemed as though it were an eternity.
When at last she relaxed her grip, I slid backwards and my penis disengaged and flopped onto my thigh with a splat, like a soggy drooping sausage. We both crouched on the sofa gasping for breath. I become conscious that her wrists were still tied together. It had been my first ever bondage fuck. Hopefully not the last though. It had felt so great to have her under my control.
In our machinations, Annie’s panties had become screwed up and had wrapped themselves around one of her ankles. I untangled them carefully and pulled them back up around her bottom, covering the evidence of our activites. Smoothing out the silky material once they were in place, I patted them affectionately, before moving to untie her wrists. Then I took her into my arms, hugging her close and murmuring platitudes like ‘I love you’ and stuff; it was all so fabulously wonderful.
“Are you okay Annie?” I whispered.
“Mmmm!” she replied contentedly. “A bit sore. But the sex was great. I haven’t had it for so long; I needed it and I have never had better, not even when…..”
Not even when ….. She stopped mid-sentence, it was as though she had experienced a revelation. At that t moment, I think we both realised simultaneously that, from thence on, life would never be quite the same for either of us. There was no point in dwelling on the past.
The future was all that mattered, and that belonged to the two of us now.
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i would love to be spanked hard by a man while i'm wearing just my pink flip flops
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No idea why I find this blog worthy but you know food for thought. What's the night time fluxuation on S-tube? For many it's the time they log on because its the end of the day and work and hanging out with friends is over. But how many people log off because they have a bedtime? Are there enough people with that that it actually effects the demographics of S-tube?
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Its been some months since I have written here. Nothing to write but I wish I had something to write or to say.
Life in DD is not what I expected my Other half is not living up to their end... I don't know maybe because we don't have our own place and our time is limited to 3 nights available to do anything such as a good spanking session...
So I look else where to see what others are doing... its just not the same everyone else is getting their backsides reddened except me.
Maybe one day we take that step adn return to teh wonderlust that is spanking me.
Until than Daddyspankstoo is waiting
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I guess many guy's "INTO" spanking went to Mr Leatherman in Chicago last weekend, and I can't say I have NO interest what so ever in such an event. However I have to say it is not really the sort of "Discipline" spanking that I think about.
I saw many lads walking around In pictures with their bare bottoms handing out (blush) and laughing as they mounted a punishment table or horse to get "swats". very nice "frat boy" stuff but not what I consider Punishment spanking.
Anyway hope all had fun, I guess it is about what an adult male can expect for a "spanking convention" but I rather be dressed in a shirt and tie and attend an event at school......
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Here is some questions if you care to answer. These are for subs and Dom/me. The first one is for all.
Do you think once a sub always a sub?
If you are a Dom/me
...what is your preferred protocol?.....
The use of Sir/Ma'am in all written and verbal communications? In a verbal communication it should it be used in the beginning or the end or both?
What do you expect from your subs?
Do you make decisions for them?
Now for the subs
Do you think a spanking always makes you behave?
If you have gone a long time with out a spanking how does it make you feel?
Are you in a DD relationship?
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