Caned Schoolgirl
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325 views · 4 days ago

I’m so sorry dear bottom
For what I put you through.
But something has to pay
For all the naughty things I do.

I know I should behave,
I know I should feel ashamed.
I know you don’t want to feel the paddle.
I know you don’t want to be caned.

I know you fear when I bend to grab my ankles.
And you shutter when I bend over the chair.
You clinch when I'm up on my tiptoes
To push you, dear bottom, up in the air.

I apologize to you dear bottom,
I’m so sorry you must feel the pain.
But it’s you, dear bottom, that must be punished
With the paddle, the strap and the cane.

©2016 CLG0413

142 views · 4 days ago

I'm looking for a LT relationship with spanking as a major component. Buy me a couple drinks, we meet, and let's see if we have any chemistry. I have been by myself since my partner of 16 yrs. passed away from diabetic complications 2 years ago Father's Day weekend. It's been that long since I've been with anyone. I'm finally ready to start dating again. My profile says a lot about what I'm looking for, and I have written a couple stories on my blog. The Error Of My Ways is not finished yet, but The Naughty School Girl and Her Teacher is complete, as well as Masturbation.

I would not bring a man I just met to my house for safety reasons, but would consider your house or a motel. I of course would let a discreet neighbor where I am and whom I'm with. She won't know details but will know if I do not get in touch there is a problem. I don't understand why it's so difficult to meet people in the flesh so to speak.

Please P.M. me if you live near me, and are a spanker/Dom/Dom Daddy

T. (Crazyeuphoria) My username comes from the scientific fact that there are huge surges of dopamine a feel good neurotransmitter are dumped into the brain during impact play (spanking etc) and sexual activity. The dopamine causes euphoria like in runners high or when you take a pain pill. At times it causes CRAZY levels of EUPHORIA; hence, my username.

184 views · 5 days ago

I made it home in time to receive the delivery of my gown the day of the ball. I took the huge box upstairs to my dressing room, and removed it from the box. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the absolute beautiful creation she had made for me at Maxim’s request. There were tiny pearls sewn into the lace and silk over the entire gown. Emeralds sparkled around the deep plunging bodice of the gown. I removed more packages from the box, and found two jewelry boxes. I held my breath as I opened them. One held a gorgeous 3 carat gold emerald dinner ring, one held a matching bracelet, and the last held matching earrings. How could I accept all this? I would have to return them to him after the ball for sure. There were also elbow length gloves, a beautiful shawl which matched my gown perfectly. Madam had kept this a secret surprise for me. Even the purse was jeweled and more beautiful than I had ever seen. I pulled out a lacy slip, tiny panties, real silk hose, a corset, and garters. I felt slightly embarrassed wondering if Maxim would know what I wore under the gorgeous gown he had made for me. Knowing him as I did now, I’m sure he’d know exactly what I had on underneath. He was not the type of man to leave anything to chance if it was important to him.
I bathed in a rose milk bath, washed my hair with a floral scented shampoo and conditioner which had cost me a fortune, but was guaranteed to accentuate the brighter colors in my hair, add volume, and extra shine. I got out of the tub wrapped my hair in a towel, and put my terry cloth robe on to help my skin dry. I applied my favorite scented lotion, and was just finishing up when I heard a loud commotion at my front door downstairs. I ran down the stairs to see what was wrong. I opened the door to a woman carrying about 10 bags with make-up, and hair supplies. She brought an entourage with her into my foyer. I’m so sorry we are late…Maxim will have our heads if he finds out…you won’t tell him will you…come on you all we have work to do, and she’s fresh out of the bath so our timing is perfect. Where would be the best place to set up madam Candy? All this time she hadn’t given me time to get a word in edgewise with all her nervous prattle. Well, outside my dressing room there’s a make-up burrow with plenty of places to plug things in. Ahhhh, that’s perfect Madam Candy. Just Candy will do thank you. What shall I call you? You may call me your fairy Godmother (laughing) just kidding call me Sarina Candy that will be fine because we will become great friends, you’ll see. I have a feeling Maxim will be calling on me for services quite frequently. You’re a beautiful woman, unpretentious, well grounded, beautiful piercing eyes you have too. I can see why Maxim has such strong feelings for you Candy. He does? Oh YES he does, he definitely does dear. Now, let’s get back upstairs and get you ready. They did my make-up, hair, a manicure, a pedicure, and a beautiful up-do with my hair. The final touch was a comb decorated in tiny emeralds stuck into the side of my French twist. I had loose curls cascading down my back, and at the sides of my face. They finally let me see the complete finished product of all they had done, and I was shocked at how beautiful I looked. Come now Candy the car will be here soon to collect you, so let us help you into your underclothes and gown. All men take everything out to our cars, and do not come back in. Once I got all the underthings on I felt super sexy, not just pretty, or beautiful but a combination of all. I just hope Maxim felt the same. They helped me step into my gown carefully lifting it up and over my shoulders with a final zip. I was ready, I just needed to put on my gloves, jewelry, and grab my purse. I had time for one last look in the mirror, and the limo. Maxim had sent for me arrived. I opened my front door and to my surprise Maxim stepped out from the back holding the door. His face was as unmovable as marble. I could see the passion in his eyes, but I was not sure if he liked what he saw. I reached his side, he gently picked up my gloved hand and kissed it. His Russian accent was thicker than I’d ever heard it before, and his breathing was quick. You Candus Brown are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen (smiling now) be still my heart, but I think I’m falling in love. Thank you Maxim, may I say you look dashingly handsome in your tuxedo too. He had on a formal shirt, formal low cut waistcoat in the "V" shape with tails, black bow tie, formal shoes, and he had an emerald green cummerbund encrusted with small emeralds, which matched mine perfectly. What a fine specimen of a man he was. Are you ready Candy? We have a stop to make on the way so we better stop staring at each other and get moving. We have a stop to make where? Club D Candy, it’s time for Thomas to be punished, and it’s long past due that I introduce you to some of my friends. Is that ok with you Candy? Sure Maxim, but as I said I don’t want to be witness to the punishment Thomas will receive from Dome Vixen. I understand, and I promised you that nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen to you or others. You will find that what I say will happen does, and what I say will not happen does not. You can trust me Candy. I do trust you Maxim, I was just reminding you. Don’t worry kitten, what you tell me will never be forgotten. You’re extremely important to me Candy, are you aware of this fact? When I received all these gifts you sent I thought you’d taken leave of your senses, but Madam Sarina explained a few things to me to help me understand you on an emotional level better. You have never gone this far for another woman she said. That is true my sweet. Oh, Maxim what are you leading me into? Bliss, euphoria, pain, love, sexual feeling that you have never experienced in this way, and I will be there supporting you and teaching you every step of the way. Tonight the stop at the club is just to….introduce you so to speak. Introduce me to people? That too, but more so to introduce you to objects, equipment, sounds, smells (like leather), clothing worn, behaviors of Dom’s and their subs, and another special piece of equipment on the walls called a, "St Andrews cross." Are you still game? Yes Maxim, I trust you, and give you my consent to take me into a new world I know very little of. He took my gloved hand and kissed it again, then he planted the softest kisses I’d ever felt all the way down my neck, and around my bodice, paying special attention to my cleavage area. I felt myself getting wet again, he was so close to me, his spell intoxicating me, and my head was spinning. He could have taken me right there, and it would have been ok with me. I was learning to trust this man on a deeper level. I believed he’d never do anything to me without my consent, and I was hoping to be able to give it to him completely; but first I had to see and experience the club, so I’d know for sure.
We finally arrived at Club D 30 minutes after he had picked me up. It was a huge! I wondered why it had to be so big, and knew I just had to see the equipment Maxim had mentioned to me. I wanted to know.

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161 views · 5 days ago

Just being in the same room with him made my heart beat faster, the smell of his cologne over his natural manly smell was intoxicating, and watching his well-muscled upper body ripple under his shirts. It looked like if he were to flex at all the buttons on his shirt would go flying all over the room. MMMMmmmm I couldn’t wait to get closer to him. I wanted to know more about him, what he liked, what he disliked, what he wanted in a woman, what he found attractive in me, what it would feel like to melt into his arms, and of course more about this lifestyle he spoke about. Back to work for now Candy, or you’ll never make it to the ball before you get yourself fired.
The next two weeks flew by surprisingly, I had grown quite fond of Maxim, and we had shared much of our past lives and families with each other. I was really excited about the ball this evening. Maxim said my gown, shoes, purse, and under things were to be delivered to my house this afternoon. I had gone through four fittings before the seamstress announced, “Perfection dear….simply perfection.” “You will look beautiful for the ball (smiling), and for Maxim.” I felt myself blush a deep crimson red. I didn’t realize I had become so transparent. I’d been nervously chattering away about the long conversations between Maxim and myself at the office, and during the several times he had taken me out to lunch. Ahhhh Cheri’ you’ve nothing to fear from me. I’ve worked for Maxim for several years I have the highest respect for him, and he trusts my discretion in all matters. I said, “Oh, so you make a lot of these gowns for the other women he’s had in his life?” No, Cheri’ you are the first he’s had a special gown made for, and such a special gown it is! Because of the color of your eyes he specifically asked to have emeralds decorate the entire bodice of the gown. My mouth must have fallen open, because she said, “I see you didn’t realize these were real gems then?” “No, and I cannot possibly wear or accept this gown now.” “It’s too much.” She calmed me down, and explained he had no one to spend his money on in this fashion, if he didn’t want to do it he wouldn’t have, because Maxim never did anything he didn’t want to do.” She said, “Cheri’ he must have very special feelings for you to invite you to such an important event, and make sure your beauty is displayed for all to see.” His attachments are usually let’s say short lived, and seem to lack the passion he’s obviously feeling for you Cheri’. Oh thank you so much for talking with me about all this. I feel better now, and ready to attend the ball. I’m so glad my mother forced me to take ballroom dancing along with all the dance classes I chose for myself. I guess she thought I may need them one day. Oh, but you’re such a beautiful young woman that any man would be lucky to have, so of course she knew you’d need to know how to dance around a ballroom floor one day. We parted ways with knowing smiles on our faces.

162 views · 5 days ago

That deep voice surprised me out of the fantasy I had fallen into at my desk. I realized I had been holding my hands over my key board for 10 minutes without typing a single word. “Candy?” “Are you alright?” “Oh, yes Sir ummm I mean Maxim, I guess you caught me day dreaming.” “I’m sorry; I’ll get right to work on these proposals.” “No, worries Candy, (smiles) we all get caught up in a day dream now and then….if that’s what it was (wink).” I could feel my whole face turning hot, and I knew he could see I was blushing. He laughed that rumbling laugh of his, about to turn on his heel before remembering why he had come out to talk to his new little vixen kitten. “Candy, I came out to ask you…invite you to the company’s annual ball in two weeks.” “I’m ahhh unattached or single if you prefer, and would be honored if you accompanied me.” “I’m sure I have nothing to wear to a ball Maxim.” “As you know I’m trying to finish my degree, and I’ve never been to a ball before so I wouldn’t even know what to wear.” “What’s your dress and shoe size Candy?” “And, not to be rude but your bust size just for the lady I have that takes care of this sort of thing for me.” “A 38D Maxim,” I said with greater embarrassment. “Nothing to be embarrassed about kitten…I mean Candy.” “I’ll have it all taken care of if you agree to attend with me.” “I find you very appealing Candy and you’re extremely smart as well as an asset to my company.” “Ok, yes Maxim I will go.” He turned to walk back to his office and I caught a glimpse of his wide beautiful grin. Going to a ball! With the owner of a multibillion dollar company…forget the money the man was what had my stomach churning with excitement. How would I ever make it through the next 2 weeks?

402 views · 5 days ago

Hello everyone I was good girl until I got to my cousins house today. Once I got there I wanted on the four wheeler we were both fighting over it the whole time I was there and when it got taken away from both of us I had threw a tantrum which I know it's not the adult way to act about something but my mommy needs some ideas on how to punish me. Thanks in advance

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300 views · 5 days ago

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521 views · 6 days ago

Trying hard to hide her embarassment doesnt work - she cant hide the evidence between her legs of the effect of the caning

441 views · 6 days ago

This is what happens when I've been very naughty. . .twelve stokes of the cane across my bare bottom. I have to bend over the back of a chair, lift my dress, take down my panties and receive twelve stinging strokes of that wretched switch across my poor bare bottom. . .

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367 views · 6 days ago

I took in the dried wax and nail marks as my eyes wandered along his back, watching it rise and fall from his labored breathing. He was up on his knees, his elbows resting against the mattress, his ass in the air. His cock dangled between his spread legs. The allure of it was tempting, but that wasn't a part of this. That wasn't what I was here for.
The blindfold kept him from seeing what I was doing around him, but I knew he knew what was coming next.
I picked up the whip off the nightstand, running my fingers through the tiny strands of leather. I heard the tiny intake of air he made and the slight shudder of his breath. The candles flickered from the wind, and the whoosh of the strands through the air lit up the quiet room, until the impact of them against his flesh echoed off the walls, melding together with the sound of his soft groan. The fanned pattern of red lines across his lily white skin showed up almost immediately, giving me an immense pang of satisfaction -- and something a bit more. Taking his placid reaction as a cue to go harder, I did just that. He jerked against the ropes, grunting softly with every blow as I made my way up his back and then back down to his ass. With every stroke, I increased the strength by just a little, testing his tolerance, until he was whimpering into his pillow, gasping out the occasional "shit."
I pushed as far as I thought I should go until his body was tensing up enough that I felt he was being pushed too far. I held the whip over my shoulder, stopping, watching as his muscles slowly relaxed. His breathing was heavy and ragged, and his legs trembled beneath him. Between his legs, I could see his arousal, his dick hard and dripping, aching for release. But I offered none. Instead I studied my handiwork, taking in the red marks and the wax that had yet to be fully removed. I wasn't sure who I was more impressed with -- myself for my job well done, or him for enduring it so beautifully. But one thing was for certain…
I wasn't anywhere near done with him yet.

495 views · 6 days ago

Steve spanked me before we even kissed.

I was 21, a junior in college, and a intern with Doctor's Without Borders at a remote refugee camp in Liberia. Steve was my site leader, responsible both for overseeing my performance as a new paramedic, and my safety in the American dormitory at the edge of camp.

It was early in the Ebola outbreak. We knew what we were dealing with, but the World had not yet recognized the risk of global infection and thus resources were scarce.

Steve was in his mid-30s. He was an Army paramedic during the first Gulf War, and although he left the service shortly after Kuwait was free, he never went home. Wherever the World needed him, he went. He kept his Army look and routine - cargo pants, boots, black t-shirt, crew cut, and a daily 6am run. At 6ft he was ruggedly handsome, but it was his strict, no nonsense attitude that really turned me on.

I ran away from home at 17, from a family that didn't even notice I was gone. And although I did well in school, and took care of myself with part time jobs, part of me had always craved order and discipline, and especially a man to notice when I wasn't taking care of myself. Steve gave me all that, and more.

Steve drilled me on every safety measure, every containment precaution, every camp rule. He double and triple checked my bio suit before each patient, and insisted he walked me to and from the dorm each night and morning. In close quarters, with high demands and stress, we grew close fast. I craved his order, and he thrived on my new energy and optimism. He called me his little tree hugger.

It may have been the most stressful time of my life, but somehow I failed to notice. I was so alive. And so in love. It was because I thought my mistake ruined our budding relationship, that I cried the moment he told me he was going to spank me.

I had held the hand of a crying little boy why his mom was examined; without gloves. It was a mistake. If his mother was infected, then he had been exposed and would be contagious, but I just wasn't thinking. He was a crying little boy and I held out my hand.

Steve saw and pulled me away. He pushed me towards the sink to scrub my hands, where I quietly cursed myself for the mistake. Steve heard my self-scolding, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "that's not good enough, I am going to scold your bare legs with the palm of my hand; go wait for me in the office."

I was in shock, and bawling by time he joined me in the office 5 minutes later. In my naive age I wasn't scared of him. Nor was I scared to be spanked, or even of getting sick. I was distraught because I had begun to fantasize about a relationship with him, and I was sure I had ruined everything.

The office was nothing more than a folding chair, folding table, and boxes of medical supplies. I was leaning against a stack of boxes, wiping tears from my face and chocking from the knot in my throat when Steve came in. He shut the door, and without word, pulled me down by my arm and over his knee as he sat on the lone chair.

He tried to pull down my scrubs, but they were tied snug to my waist, the knot in the front. At first he tried to roll me over to reach the knot, but I was becoming quickly embarrassed, and attempted to pull away from him. So instead he grabbed the back of my scrubs with both hands and ripped them apart, tearing them to my knees. He then easily pulled down my underwear.

He started with ten sharp smacks, delivered quickly at the spot where my legs meet my bottom. The embarrassment was worse than the pain, but still I struggled over his lap. When he paused to adjust my position I softly begged "please," the only word I could utter as I smothered an audible cry. But in response I heard, "Belle 'please' doesn't work in Liberia."

He started again this time hitting me firmly, ever few seconds as he lectured. "Belle, please is for little girls who run in a parking lot. Please is for little girls that giggle too loud in church. Please is for little girls who wonder too far away in the mall. PLEASE IS NOT FOR LIBERIA!" The last line he delivered with a storm of relentless swats I couldn't bare. I screamed, and kicked, and arched my head back in agony.

"Please" was the only word I got out during that first spanking. He peppered my behind for so long and so hard that pain stole my thoughts. I'm sure he adjusted me again, I'm sure he lectured me again, I'm even sure he paused again - but all I can remember is the sting. The sting that built to an inferno on my bottom, on my thighs, and on the top of my legs.

Before it was over, I had kicked my way out of my torn scrubs and thrashed so desperately I had crawled forward off his lap. He finished my spanking squatting on top of me on the floor.
After he was done, he laid next to me, holding me until my cry faded. The kiss that followed, our first, assured me that I had not ruined our relationship - in fact, I had given it a kick start. I laid with him every night after.

The little boy's mom wasn't ill, but I never forgot the first time Steve spanked me. Or that first kiss.

448 views · 6 days ago

I always find the covers to those old British magazines, Janus, Blushes, Uniform Girls etc so erotic. They were always so carefully suggestive and left much to the imagination.

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371 views · 6 days ago

My wife told me about her friend dawn from work and her boyfriend mike she explained that they were into kinky sex that dawn made mike wear girls cloths and she was his mistress that she spanked him as well as other things Joyce and I had finished a bottle and a half of wine so when she suggested we try it I agreed I couldn't believe that I got turned on as I put on Joyce's Lacey pink pantys bra pantyhose blouse and skirt she admitted she was turned on too she took off every thing but her pantys then got her big hair brush she put me over her knee and lifted my skirt and brought the brush down hard on my ass I am still embarrissed that I liked it she gave me 10 wacks with the brush then pulled my pantys down she put some lube on her vibrator and slowly slid it in my bottom then took her belt and I screamed as she gave me 20 lashes with it It became a regular thing then her friend dawn invited us to there house at the lake for a weekend Joyce bought me a few outfits,panties,and nighties Mike was as embarrissed as I was when we both had to dress as girls for them we were both spanked by both of them and they made us suck eachothers cocks but the worst was when they made us fuck eachother When that weekend was over Joyce threw out all my old undies and filled my dresser with girls pantys that's all I wear now 24/7 I'd love to chat with another guy like me let me know if your interested

356 views · 6 days ago

Beautiful People:
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

Marilyn Monroe:
At times I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure about some things.
I make mistakes. I can be a bit out of control.
But if you can't handle me at my worst
Then you sure as hell
don't deserve me at my best.

EXPECT A MIRACLE: I found this in his wallet after the love of my life passed away 2years ago.

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul…
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your own roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul. Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure that you really are strong and you really do have worth.
And you really are a child of God….

Masturbation: Written when I was registered on My experience project (ep)
I’m laying down on my bed with a big white silk fluffy down comforter and crisp pink cotton sheets. I’ve already removed my panties in anticipation of reading your story. I was wearing a G-string style pair of light blue satin panties, because they feel cool and soft on my skin when I wear this material it is often the kind I wear. I put on a lavender negligée’ that opens down the front so I have access to my breasts, the material whispered softly against my skin as I climbed into bed and slipped between the sheets. It’s so comfortable, soft, warm, and I’m feeling extremely desirable and desired….by you.
My laptop is open on the empty side of the bed…the left side…your side. There is a dark wooden night table on my right side with a reading lamp, glass of ice water, and a few of my favorite toys, which I fully intend to use while you make love to me. I already know you will make love to me passionately using your words…my hands. I reach over, open it up to EP, and begin to read your erotically exciting words. I noticed my hand trembling slightly in anticipation of your touch, a soft moan escapes my mouth and I bite my bottom lip.
While I start to read, my fingers move to open my negligée, I run my trembling fingers over my breasts, down to my waist lingering on my flat belly feeling the texture of my skin, allowing the excitement to build, and delaying the ultimate touch I crave. I imagine all that I feel, all that I see, and all I touch is done so through your hands …your eyes…your hands…your ears. My face is hot, feverish and I know I am flushed. I’m thinking about you, your hands on my body, your lips kissing my mouth, my neck, my belly…skipping my most intimate places you work your way up my thighs…sliding your hands up my body as you move your way towards my core…again you pass the secret most sensitive part of my body…your mouth is on my breasts…your teeth biting me gently (my fingers pinching them as I fantasize). I am withering beneath you, loving the feel of your weight on top of me…you know my need has been growing to a feverish pitch and I hear a deep chuckle escape your throat…you are enjoying my agonizing need…you know I’m wet…wanting…needing your touch…you can feel me quivering beneath you…you’re waiting for me to beg you…you want to hear me ask…beg…I say please Jonny…touch me…taste me…I want your mouth…your tongue…your fingers on me…in me…pleeeaaasssse! Once again I hear your deep throaty chuckle…your voice say-as you wish my love…and you begin working your way down to my womanhood…biting…kissing…tasting each inch as you go…I’m becoming more urgent…my hips are rising off the mattress…I cannot control this movement…my back is arching…my neck sharply bent …my head thrown back…pushing into the pillows… (My own hands slide down and touch my wetness… I’m shocked at how wet I am…how sensitive and swollen my c1it is) I reach over a pick up a toy shaped and textured like a male pen1s…I imagine it to be yours…I use it on myself as you use your tongue up and down my wet sl1t…opening me with your fingers please come up to me let me taste you and feel you in my mouth…the smoothness of your skin in direct contrast with how hard your erecti0n is…(I bring the sex toy to my lips as I fantasize about you in my mouth) I taste myself on you…again my hands slide down to my pu$$y bringing my toy with me…I slide it up and down the inside of my labia…each time I allow it to slide over my clit I am brought closer to climax…but I wait…I want to…I hate to…but I force myself to wait…bringing myself closer then backing away as I imagine you’d do extending my pleasure and building myself up for a longer…stronger 0rgasm…finally I let the tip rest against my

opening and slowly I slide it inside my hot wet opening…I arch my back sharply…gasping…my breaths coming in quick concession… I use the fingers of my other hand to rub my cl1t…flicking it back and forth faster and faster…I say your name out loud…I know you are here with me…I feel your hot breath on my neck…your mouth on my mouth…on my breasts…as you push yourself into me over and over…I feel my 0rgasm coming I let a loud moan escape my throat…then your name and I’m there…I reach my peak…I call to you Jonny please…You say please what? Please don’t stop…you continue and I cum again… back to back…then I beg you to cum in my mouth…you move up to allow me to take you inside my hot wet mouth…my tongue circling the head…lips sliding down the shaft…so good…so sexy….so hot… you cum down my throat and I cum again simply from your pleasure (but in reality…I have touched myself into and through a third 0rgasm…mmmmm hmmmm….stretching my arms above my head…feeing the skin pull tight in my breasts as I do this…I look down and notice how hard my nipples are…I still feel you inside me…I realize I’ve left my toy inside my still contracting pu$$y…I reach down and gently pull it free…slick and wet with my juices…I slowly get up…put my toy in hot soapy water in the bathroom sink and clean myself up…I return to the bed for a long relaxing nap…falling off to sleep as I dream it’s your arms around me instead of the down silk comforter. I whisper I love you.

As. I. am.
Stronger than you know.
More beautiful than you think.
Worthier than you believe.
More loved than you can ever imagine.
Passionate about making a difference.
Fiery when protecting those you love.
Learning. Growing. Not alone.
Warm. Giving. Generous.
Quirky. Sexy. Funny. Smart.
Flawed. Whole. Scared. Brave.
And so, so, so.much.more.
Be Strong. Be Confident. Be You.
Remember a smile is still
the sexiest curve on your body.

Strong women:
Strong women wear their pain like stilettos
No matter how much it hurts
You only see the beauty of it.

430 views · 6 days ago

A very nice SpankingTube Friend mentioned that he would be reluctant to spank me to tears. He sated that: "Tears and other antics...would be signals that I need to check on your well-being."

After replying, I realized that our discussion was really universal and might be a matter for discussion by others.

I noted that his reluctance to "spank to tears" was a very good example of why first (or 2nd or 3rd or 4th) spankings from someone new, or from a person who has not had a wide experience spanking a variety of different men and women, are usually very unsatisfying.

A good spanking requires that the top and the bottom completely trust each other, that the spanker have real experience, that the spanking couple have had long and detailed discussions about spankings and needs, and that they have spanked together enough that they can read each other's physical and verbal responses and, by doing so, satisfy each other's needs.
When a top and bottom know each other very well, intimately, there is no need for the top "to check on" the bottom's well being. He feels the bottom's body and its responses as he spanks and he KNOWS.

OK, I am something of a baby when getting a spanking. I do regress if the spanking is good. It is sort of age play, but it is not acting. It is regression to a mental age where I feel more comfortable being bare bottomed, cared for, and punished. And, unlike a lot of guys who are too inhibited to show their feminine side by being responsive and crying, I can be very uninhibited and very submissive when spanked by a confident but caring man or woman. I like to be taken to the emotional level where I cry. That, for me, is not a sign of pain. It is an indication of a very emotionally satisfying cathartic experience. Crying only happens after a really good spanking that is as much an emotional experience as a physical one.

It takes a really good spanker who relates to me on a mental as well as a physical level to get me to cry. But, if someone can do that to me, afterwards I feel very relaxed and almost euphoric. The experience is supremely cathartic. A real satisfying spanking CANNOT be experienced by strangers. With people who like each other, how to spank some one person is learned, and then each spanking after that becomes better and better.

Fetish Flixx
495 views · 7 days ago

We have posted the second video of a punishment set I gave to Bond. This multi-day set lasted 5 days and given with a multitude of implements to all his lovely pieces & parts. This second video short is 5 minutes of Day 4 & 5. We put some nice Slo-Mo action is this one and the effect is pretty interesting. I give him the strap, canes, switches & whip in these. Day 5 ends with me giving Bond the Punishment Dong. No harness this time just me putting a few drops of lube on his Anus and drove the thing in! It was Punishment after all. :)
Both the first & second full video's are posted in our spankinglibrary, are over 17 & 21 minutes long and jammed with some quite harsh punishment action.
Thank you all and enjoy!
Lady M.

528 views · 7 days ago

I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW!! I NEVER VENT ON this site BUT I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO.....So I went to Walmart to get some stuff. I noticed this lady was staring at me in the same aisle I was in. No big deal. I moved to the next aisle and here she comes. Again... STARING! So now I'm like, "What the heck is her problem?!" I finish up my shopping and head to the cashier. Guess who is there ahead of me? Right. The staring lady! She turns around and starts staring at me again. So I start playing with my phone because at this point it's getting weird. Super uncomfortable!Finally she says, "I want to apologize for staring at you, but you look just like my daughter who passed away." I thought to myself, "It makes sense now." I felt kind of bad for thinking she was a weirdo and said, "Sorry for your loss." She says, "Thank you...but I have a favor to ask. I know it's weird and I'll understand if you don't want to, but can you give me a hug and say 'Bye Mama"? Inside I was like HECK NO crazy lady, but I know people have different ways of getting over a loss so I went ahead and did it. She smiles, thanks me, and leaves. The cashier rings up my stuff and the total comes out to $100.87 and I'm like, Hold up. I just bought a few things and I knew it should have been like $20. The cashier then tells me that my total was included with my mom's. I'm like, "WTH?!" She said, "Your mom said you were paying for her stuff along with your things. I told her that that woman was NOT my mom. She said, "Well I saw you hug her and heard you call her mama." I'm like OMG! I can't believe this! I flew out of the store looking for this awful woman, ready to drag her back in the store by her hair!!! I see her loading up her car and I started running towards her. She saw me and jumped in her car so fast. I got to her just as she was putting her leg in, and I started pulling her leg. She struggled but I kept pulling until her wooden leg popped off right in my hands!! Im thinking, OMG! Is this really happening right now?!
So I dropped the wooden leg and grabbed her other leg and started pulling...
Just like I'm pulling yours right now! hehehe

314 views · 7 days ago

One (Payday) , ( Mr Goodbar) wanted a ( Bit o Honey) so he took Miss ( Hershey) to downtown next to the corner of Main and ( 5th Avenue) .. He began to feel her ( Mounds) with his ( Butterfinger) that was pure ( Almond Joy) .. It made her ( tootsie roll) and he let out a (Snicker) and she screamed ( Oh Henry).. " You are even better than the ( 3 Muskateers) .. Soon she became ( Chunky) and 9 Months later ( Baby Ruth) was born ..

Fetish Flixx
305 views · 7 days ago

Once again I rose early to get the Master's breakfast, I dressed again in my black maid's uniform, black open bottomed girdle with six suspender, black stockings and red high heels. I looked around and couldn't find my red satin knickers, I'd only brought one pair, thinking I could wash and dry them overnight if needed. But where were they now? I looked everywhere from under the bed to the chest of drawers and still no sign of them. I decided to look again later or Master's breakfast would be late.
After giving Master his breakfast, I looked again but no matter how I searched it was hopeless. I realised I would have to go knickerless till they turned up. Thanking me for breakfast, Master said you can do some outside work today as it's a nice day, the windows could do with a good clean. True the weather was sunny but there was a breeze blowing, I hadn't mentioned to him that I couldn't find my knickers. I dreaded another good spanking from him.
The Master lived in a bungalow, so, there wasn't any ladders involved, just some small steps to allow me to reach the top of the windows. I filled a bucket with hot water and took it and a sponge and went out the back door. Almost at once the wind blew my dress up and I had to hold it down. I knew better than to ask to do this another day, my bottom remembered what happened last time I questioned the Master.
Up the steps I went and started to clean the windows, it was easier than I thought and I soon finished the three windows. I stood and relaxed a bit when suddenly a familiar voice was heard over the fence. It was the Master's next door neighbour, the formidable retired ex-school headmistress who I had already met. Much to my chagrin, she had given me an old fashioned over the knees bare bottom spanking the day before for breaking one of her plates while washing up.
She smiled a ugly smile at the Master and told him again how lucky he was to have a maid to do his housework. He turned to me and said, "Ask her if she wants her windows cleaning as well." Of course I had no choice and tried to smile as I asked the old bat, she was quick to reply yes.
Another clean bucket of soapy water and I was on my way to her bungalow. Up the steps I went and started work, the Master had left me alone whilst I cleaned his windows but she stayed to supervise. Telling me not to miss the corners and do it properly, girl. I climbed to the top of the steps to reach the top corners when there was a gasp from her and she shouted, "Get down here at once, girl!"
I obeyed at once and stood before with my bucket and sponge. "I've just seen, you trollop, you're wearing no knickers!" She said red faced in anger. "How dare you, trying to tempt your employer, you little slut?" she spat out, "Thinking of making some extra money from him on the side, eh? Well, I've got the answer to that!" and off she stormed into her bungalow.
I suppose I should have felt glad she didn't notice my male bits whilst she was looking up my dress but the Master had said her eyesight wasn't the best.
She came back out with a large leather strap in her hand. "Bend over, girl, touch your toes" she cried in a voice that demanded to be obeyed. Over I went and did as she said. There was a pause and then the strap struck my bare backside, I gave out a cry as the pain kicked in. She certainly knew how to dish out the discipline, how many bare arses had felt that strap before me, I wondered.
Six strikes later I was allowed to rise and rub my by now red and sore bottom. "Right, girl, now go and put your knickers on," she said. "I can't find them, Madam, that's why I'm not wearing any." I stammered. Before I could say more, the Master's voice called from over the fence, "Are these what she's looking for, Mrs. W?" he asked and handed her what I thought were my missing knickers.
She took them, then a look of utter disgust came on her face as she spluttered out, "W..w..why these are crotchless knickers!" as she held up a pair of tarty red knickers.
It all made sense now, the Master had hid my own pair, replacing them with these and then contrived me into doing Mrs. W's windows. But it wasn't quite over, steam almost seemed to come out of her eyes as she bellowed, "You common little slut, only a complete whore would wear such knickers, bend over for another twelve, I'll teach you a lesson you deserve!"
Twelve strokes later, I was dancing on the spot, holding my red arse and whimpering. And again, it was only day three....

437 views · 7 days ago

I've decided to do a video interview together with Gregory this weekend. I've gotten such a great response to my recent photos/videos and a overwhelming amount of messages that I thought that it would be a good idea to give people some insight as to my disciplinary methods as well as answer some questions from my messages as to why me & Gregory are here. I'll get it uploaded here sometime next week.
Thanks to everyone for the many positive comments and likes on my photos videos!

-Miss Li

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