Bars and Stripes
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With the release of the BDSM romance tale "50 Shades of Grey," It kind of gives a look into a different culture for the vanillas (which I will refer to as "Mundanes"). But for us, the BDSM lifestyle is one that we live everyday. I personally haven't read the book, (I'm not sure if I plan to yet or not,) and I don't personally know anyone who has. But what I find interesting is what this is going to do to mundanes, and our culture? Is it going to make our culture, the BDSM culture one that is actually on the radar? or is it going to demonize our culture further? I don't know yet.

I can see many scenarios happening with this book as it gains popularity. I can see it being demonized for the dominant/submissive practices in the book. I can see it being condemned as a "bad book" for its "ill treatment of women." (notice I put that in quotation marks. I'm thinking as if I were a mundane.) Or, will it unlock the hidden secrets in many young men and women that they are interested in BDSM too? Should we expect an influx of memberships on sites like fet- life or even this one? I don't know, but it'll be interesting to see what happens.

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I punished a girl particularly soundly recently, and later that night she said, with regret: "Well, I won't be swimming when we go on the boat tomorrow." And I was reminded of something I've always vaguely wondered: what do strippers do after they get a hard spanking? I don't like strip clubs, but I've certainly found myself in a few over the years, and I've never seen a significantly bruised bottom. The girl I punished referenced some kind of spray, but she wasn't exactly sure. Something like that could come in handy.

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Time for my first visit to the USA. Although this is first and foremost a family vacation, I would be happy to spank a few American girls too. So if you happen to be in Las Vegas the 23 or 24:th of July, or in Los Angeles between the 25:th and 29:th of July, or in San Fransisco (29/7 to 2/8), why don´t you send me a mail at and I will see you over my knee. ;)


Spanked Sweeties
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I've wanted to post this for a couple of weeks, but ST wouldn't let me make a new blog entry for some reason. Anyway, I wanted to say a few things about being a top.If you've watched my videos, you know that I recently posted a story/cartoon about spanking a woman named Eileen. After that I spanked the real Eileen, filmed it, and posted it here.All my previous videos were of me being spanked.I have to tell you, being a top is a lot of fun. I really enjoyed having Eileen over my knee, watching as my smacks turned her bottom red. I enjoyed holding her as she tried to get away. I enjoyed having control over what I would do next, how hard to spank, with what, and where.But when I looked at the video I had the feeling that I was too gentle and that I had failed as a top by not being more strict. If any of you has viewed the video, I'd like your reaction. Do you think I was too gentle? Should I have been firmer with Eileen?The other thing about being a top is that I began thinking about the Peter Parker principle:with great power goes great responsibility. I worried that I spank too hard, but I worried also that I wasn't fulfilling my responsibility as a top. I felt that I let Eileen down by not giving her the discipline she needed and deserved. Anyway, these are random thoughts. I invite your comments.

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Felt like I haven't been on here for years my computer crashed and my phone fell in the toilet but just got a new phone today so I'm back. Everything going good right now going through major changes in my life. But ill be here off and on but more videos soon.

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Some of the best spankings are the ones you are not expecting at all. Hubby home after two weeks away working gave me some light discipline for misbehaving on his first night home and I was sure that I'd got away with it. Last night he arrives home while I'm doing dishes, kisses me and tells me how tired he was the night before but how much better he feels tonight and how very silly it was of me to think I was going to get away with being a brat. Yes, he still surprises me after nearly thirty years with him and I'm even more surprised how uncomfortable sitting down can really be.

Spanked Sweeties
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The growing mainstream awareness of spanking is a mixed blessing. It really bothers a girl I discipline. The fact that spanking is being seen as a naughty novelty or merely an erotic fantasy rubs her the wrong way, as the actual purposes and benefits of true discipline and the unique intimacy that can exist in a relationship where the spankings are real are not being acknowledged. Spanking is sexy, but women on the morning talk shows jokingly wielding riding crops, etc. are actually diminishing the profundity of some spanking relationship. It's largely a matter of compromise--the mainstream media can't ignore the massive appeal of books like 50 Shades of Gray, not can they acknowledge the fact that a strong, intelligent woman might REALLY choose to truly submit to a man--in and out of the bedroom--and benefit from it greatly.

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It’s easy to love doing these things with you because I feel sexy when I am with you. You let me know in so many ways that it is me you desire - not the kink, not the control – just me. That’s really important to me. If you are only interested in the kink and the control, then what makes me any different than a prostitute or a professional Dominatrix? I admit it took awhile in the beginning for me to feel sexy when doing new things. After all, I’m older and not as fit as I was when I was 20. Your loving attention and appreciation for my body and the things we do have helped me grow in confidence.

It also helped that you didn’t present me with a really far out list of things you wanted. I know you want those things but to expect me to go so far so fast is totally unrealistic and completely unfair. It’s much better if you are patient and let me move forward at my own pace.

Some of the things you want are things that I will probably never be able to do. I know that’s difficult to hear, but it’s not fair for me to tell you I will when I know deep down inside I can’t or won’t. I will do some of the things you desire when I choose and when I desire them as well. As time goes by I will probably do more because my confidence and comfort level will grow. Please don’t push me or try to manipulate me as that only undermines what you say you really want – for me to be in control.

In the end, we each will have to give a little to find a place where we can both enjoy what we have. I’m willing to do that and I hope you are as well.

Spanked Sweeties
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“I expected you a good hour ago, young lady! Hurry up!” He gave her his room number, which she wrote down since she was notorious for messing up numbers. Finally, she had everything gathered. She knew that Montague was waiting on her, and she had a desire not to test his patience since she feared he had very little patience to spare! She used the elevator and when he opened the door to his suite for her she was stunned to see how much nicer his rooms were than hers!

“This will be your bedroom, Megan,” Montague told her as he held open a door to another room for her. "There is a lock on your door, and it won’t insult me if you use it. I would lecture my little sister if she didn’t use a lock in a situation such as this. Have you let someone know where you are and that you are now working for me?”“Yes, my Dad called, and I informed him and Mom of my change in employment.”“Were they dismayed?” he asked, grinning boyishly.“They were. Mom wants me to move home, get pregnant and have lots of children.” “That sounds familiar,” Montague said with a rueful smile. “My parents are constantly badgering me about marriage and children, and carrying on the family name. I feel like that is the only reason they talk to me. I am their only son and the Montague line will die if I don’t produce a male heir.”“You don’t have a girlfriend, or a fiancée?” Megan asked, making sure of her facts.

She was very attracted to the handsome man, and she was sure she would find it heartbreaking if she suddenly learned he was attached to another woman.“No, there is no one.” She smiled.“And you, Megan? Is there anyone in your life I should know of? I don’t want some jealous boyfriend coming up on stage and punching me in the nose.”“No, there is no one at all,” she answered truthfully.

She put her belongings in her bedroom, and this room put the other one to shame. It was decorated in subtle tones of green and ivory, with punches of rose to add color. The bed was huge, and there were so many pillows that they covered almost the entire surface. The carpet in the room was so soft her shoes sunk into it every time she took a step. She had her own flat screen television and a small refrigerator in case she thought it too arduous to walk into the main room of the suite and find something to eat. Her closet was spacious, and when she opened the doors and walked inside, she immediately found the costumes that Montague was certain would fit her.

The one that really captured her attention was a deep emerald green, and it sparkled when the light hit it. She slipped off her clothing and quickly tried on the dress. Just as Montague predicted, it fit her well, except for the length. She quickly and expertly pinned up the hem.“What is taking so long, Megan?” a masculine voice growled outside the door just seconds before it flew open. “I hate waiting. Are you decent?”“Yes, I am, which does not mean I appreciate your walking in on me.”

“You are in my employ, young lady.”“I am hemming my dress,” she explained.

He took it from her hand. “What you are wearing is good enough to practice in, so let’s get started.An hour later he was frustrated with her, and she was growing angry with him. Nothing she did pleased him, and he kept telling her, “No, no, NO!”“Stop yelling at me, Montague! If you would slow down and explain exactly what it is that you are trying to do, I might be able to do what you expect of me!”“Very well. I will explain once more,” he said in pained tones.” She listened intently, but messed up the trick once again. “You are doing this on purpose, young lady! You are testing me to see what I will do, so I will put an end to this by showing you exactly how I deal with little brats.”Megan was in shock when he took her by the arm and pulled her over to the sofa. He took a seat and in the next moment, he pulled her facedown over his lap and he started spanking. “Stop this at once!”

Montague ignored her. “You went out of your way to earn this spanking, young lady, and you will have it! Maybe by the time I am done, you will find it easier to concentrate on your part and stop making it more difficult than it is.”“I am trying, and this won’t prove anything because I quit!”

“You can’t quit. I need you.”“Then stop spanking me! I’m not a child!” she squealed. He ignored her and continued spanking her with his hand, which felt like a hard board. She was soon pleading nonstop, but even then he continued to set her bottom on fire. “Please stop! Please!” She burst into tears, and that seemed to be what Montague was waiting for. He stood her on her feet and said, “Now you will do this correctly, hear me?” He started the trick once more and Megan managed to do it well enough to suit him. He made her do it over and over and over until she thought she would drop from fatigue.“Please…! Enough for now!” she begged.“Do you want another spanking?” he demanded of her.

“No!”“Then you will do what I say until I tell you otherwise. Once this is mastered, we will start with another. There is no time to waste, Megan.”“But, I am still in pain!” she cried out.“Yes, and that pain is helping you concentrate, isn’t it?” he asked of her, his dark eyes seeming to look through her. “I will settle for nothing less than your very best, Megan. Now stop whining and we’ll continue. I want to see a pretty smile on your face this time.”
Megan wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the thought of admitting to her father that he was right kept her doing what the magician demanded of her. Her bottom was burning, and she was exhausted.

Finally, she felt like screaming. “Enough, Montague! I’ve done this trick so much now I could do it in my sleep! No more! I need a break!”“What you need is to learn who is in charge here, young lady.”

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Megan was truly indignant, but before she could say another word she felt his hand land on her backside with a loud noise! He walked away and left her standing there, her mouth hanging open, even as her hand reached back to rub the stinging handprint she was sure would be there, hiding underneath her clothing!

“Honey, I am sure I could do a better job of spanking your sweet fanny…” a drunken salesman offered, trying to get to his feet, but landing back on his stool with an oomph.

“Leave the lady alone, Kenny,” Brenda said firmly. “I think you should head on up to your room and take a nap so you’re in shape to join us down here tonight for the band challenge. Lots of good music, free food, and the first drink is on us.”

While Kenny was distracted, Megan left the lounge and hurried to her room. Montague forgot to tell her where he was staying, so she was going to have to ask… if she followed through and took the job as his assistant. She wasn’t a bit sure she could put up with the man’s attitude. And, he’d spanked her! Right on her bottom, and it was stinging like crazy! What kind of man swatted his employee?

Megan reached her room before her cell phone started ringing. The tone told her it was her father, and she answered with dread. “Hello, Dad. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice deep and hearty. “How are you doing? I am not sure I like this job of yours,” he commented. “It don’t seem right to live out of a suitcase all the time.”
“I like it, Dad. Traveling around is a lot of fun.”

“You aren’t going to meet a stable man doing that!” her Mom chimed in, and Megan realized that she was on speaker phone, something her parents frequently did when they wanted to gang up on her.
“I’m not trying to meet a man, Mom.”

“We want grandchildren, Meggie,” her Dad chimed in. “It’s time that you come home and get a normal job right here and meet a nice young man and get married.”

“Dad, do we really need to have this conversation again?”

“Selling blenders isn’t a good job, Megan. And, if you want to sell small appliances you can get a job at your Uncle Jimmy’s place.”

“I am not going to work for Uncle Jimmy, Dad. I’m no longer selling blenders. I got a new job today that pays a lot more,” she said when she had no clue how much she would be making. The way it is set up, I have my lodging provided, and my hours are pretty reasonable.”
“What are you selling now?” George Marley asked, his voice reflecting his disapproval.

“Nothing. I am working as a magician’s assistant, getting cut in half and made to disappear. Doesn’t that sound like a lot of fun? We are scheduled for a lot of shows, too, so I won’t be home any time soon.”

“What the heck is this all about, Megan Jeannine? One minute you are working for a company, and now you are a magician’s assistant? What happened? And don’t you tell me ‘nothing’. I know better. Did you get fired again?” he demanded, his tone letting her know precisely what he thought about that.

“I quit, Dad. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and I was offered this fantastic job. The money is good, and once I learn the routines, I’ll find this boring, I am sure. I am happy, and I was hoping you’d both be happy for me.” She put some pout in her voice.

“Hell no, we ain’t happy! Your Mom is right. It’s time for you to come on home and get yourself a husband and have kids. What do you know about this magician? He might be broke and you’ll be working for nothing.”

“Dad, this hotel is a fancy place. They only book top acts. I’ll be fine, and I really need to hang up now. I have to get packed up and moved to my new room so we can start rehearsals. I’ll call you when I have more time to talk.”

“Little girl, don’t you dare try to put me off. I can always tell when you are trying to hide something from me. You either tell me what is really going on or I’m going to come down there.”

“Dad, you couldn’t afford to rent a closet in this hotel, and the tickets to the show are very expensive, too. Relax. I can take care of myself.”

“Like you did when that jerk artist wanted you to work as his assistant and then he tried to rape you?”

“I managed to defend myself, didn’t I?” she asked, hating the fact that the very memory made her tremble. What her parents didn’t know is that another model heard her screams and hit the artist over the head with one of his sculpted pieces. She still had nightmares about the incident and woke up screaming and in cold sweats.

“Yes, that is what you said, but your Mom and I know better. Neither of us likes the idea of you working for a strange man. What must I do to convince you to give up this foolishness and come on home?” her Dad pleaded.

“Dad, I’m not a child. I am capable of making decisions concerning my work. I wish you and Mom would realize that and stop trying to make decisions concerning my life! Now, I really must go. Montague is going to be furious with me before we even start, and I really don’t want that. I am going to say goodbye now. I love you both.”

She disengaged her phone and started gathering her belongings and putting them into her suitcases. She was nearly finished when the telephone on the bed table rang. She crossed the room to answer it and jumped when Montague’s voice came through the wire.

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At that moment, Megan truly did mean to consider reporting to Coach Harrison the following day. The trouble was, when tomorrow came there was always a reason for putting it off to the following day.
On Tuesday afternoon, late in the school day, Megan was on the sports field practicing her starts for the one hundred meters sprint that she was due to compete in that weekend. It was a hot day and Megan was glad to be wearing just brief pale yellow shorts and a matching pale yellow T-shirt. She was aware that Coach Harrison was watching her from the pavilion wing, but then he was ultimately responsible for her athletics training. When Coach Harrison came out onto the field and walked up to her, Megan was expecting no more than maybe a little verbal advice on her technique.

“Hey, Megan.”


“Megan, I don’t want to upset your practice but are you aware it’s Wednesday tomorrow and you still haven’t reported for your paddling?”

“Yes, sir.” Megan, who had put it right out of her mind, lied. “I, er, I’ll be outside your office first thing tomorrow, sir.”

“I guess you didn’t read the notice then?”

“Notice, sir?”

Coach Harrison sighed. “Yes, Megan. The notice I put on the main bulletin board and emailed to anyone I thought needed to know, like you! The notice that says I’ll be away for three days and anyone needing to see me before next Monday needs to see me today.”

“Oh.” Megan thought for a moment. “Sorry, sir. I haven’t had a chance to check my emails and I guess I didn’t look at the board too closely. Can we put it off until you get back?”

“Sorry, Megan, that’s not allowed. You need to get paddled today to avoid picking up another violation, which then means you could have two paddlings lining up and I’m pretty damn sure you don’t want that.”

“Ah!” Megan’s mind raced as she panicked. “Um, well, guess I could see you after we finish up here?” Megan phrased it as a question because, although she wasn’t wearing a watch, she knew it must be getting late in the school day and well beyond the usual time for paddling sessions.

“I need to be finishing up here, Megan.” Tom Harrison, a tall and robustly built man, seemed to loom over the much shorter, athletic girl. “I’ve got a full evening ahead of me, getting ready for my trip.”

“Well, what can I do, sir?” Megan’s voice accurately portrayed her fear of picking up another violation and getting herself into even more trouble.”

“As a special favor, Megan, if you come right now back to my office, we’ll get you paddled and that’ll be it.”

“Do I have time to go get changed, sir?”

“Megan, I’ve got just ten minutes. You come back to my office with me right now or else I’ll have to write you up a second violation for missing your paddling. It’s up to you.”

“But sir, I’ve only got these thin shorts on.”

“I’m afraid that’s going to have to be just too bad, Megan. I need to get away pretty darn soon. And you have had the best part of a week to come and see me. I doubt you’ve been wearing thin shorts all that time, have you?”

“No, sir.” Megan conceded reluctantly.

“So, do you want to get paddled now or do you want a second violation? It’s your choice, Megan. It makes no difference to me.”
“I guess I’ll take the paddling, sir.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The big coach held an arm out for Megan to lead the way. As she did so, her friend Holly Daniels gave her an ‘I told you so’ kind of look.

It took less than five minutes for Megan and Coach Harrison to reach his office. Thankfully for the eighteen year old, she was invited straight into his office and thus managed to avoid having to sit in the corridor outside in just her sports wear.

“Okay, Megan. I just need to locate the paperwork. Let’s see now.”
While the coach searched out the forms authorizing the punishment, Megan looked idly around the office. Tom Harrison soon found the pink form in the tray where it should have been and then sat down at his desk while he studied the details.

“Where were we now? Let’s see here. Absconding from school all afternoon, saw Mr Gilbert, five swats awarded. That sound about right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“While I sort this paperwork out, Megan, how about you moving that chair aside so you’re clear to bend over the desk? Perhaps you could it over there by the wall so it won’t get in the way?”

As Coach Harrison signed the pink form with a flourish, Megan picked up the small office chair that sat just in front of the desk and carried it over the side wall where the coach had indicated. Having a task to perform didn’t make the waiting any easier.

Nor did seeing Coach Harrison put his pen down and reach for the paddle from the desk drawer.

“Okay, Megan.”

Megan froze by the side of the chair she’d placed against the wall. Coach Harrison stood by the side of his desk ready for Megan to go and stand in front of it.

“When you’re ready, Megan.”

Megan wasn’t sure whether that was sarcasm or a genuine invite for her to take her time positioning herself for punishment. Whatever, she knew there was little point in prevaricating.

“Okay.” The eighteen year old muttered under her breath.

Rubbing the palms of both hands down the back of her thin pale yellow cotton shorts reminded Megan she had only very brief panties on underneath, really little more than a thong, and she rued her foolishness in not taking the punishment days earlier. Regrets were not going to help her now, though.

It took the girl just five steps to reach the desk and stand looking down at the pale wood surface that had just been cleared for the occasion.

“I guess you don’t have pockets in those shorts, Megan?” The tall man looked down at the girl’s neatly rounded bottom covered merely by the thin shorts.

“No, sir.” It wasn’t much beyond a whisper, but then the question seemed pointless anyway.

“Okay, well I need you to bend over the desk with your forearms flat on the desk. Stick your butt out.”

Megan leaned over and supported her upper body on the desk with her elbows and forearms as instructed. She was tempted to entwine her hands together but settled for placing both palms flat on the desk.
“Butt out!” Tom Harrison reminded her, and Megan thrust her bottom back. The thin material of the shorts felt tight across her bottom.
Almost immediately, Megan felt her bottom being patted several times with the flat wooden paddle. That stopped, and then there was an agonising silence before, with a loud crack, the paddle crashed hard across her bottom.

“Aaaah!!” Megan gasped.

“Hold tight!” Tom Harrison warned.

As Megan braced herself, she felt a single pat before the paddle swung down again and impacted with the thin shorts.

“Keep your butt sticking out.” The coach advised, just as Megan tried to shrink her bottom in the hopes it might save her from more pain.

As soon as Megan complied, a third swipe of the paddle whacked across her bottom and she arched her back and gasped loudly.
“Just two more.”

At other times, when her bottom wasn’t feeling like it had been branded several times with a red hot iron, Megan might have been irritated by the obvious suggestion she couldn’t count, even up to five. For now, though, she just thrust her bottom back for it to be hit again.


As the paddle slammed into her poorly protected bottom, Megan wiggled her hips from side to side in an attempt to dissipate the pain. It didn’t seem to be working.

“Why not hold still and let’s get this over, Megan?”

“Because my backside is on fire, sir?”

Tom Harrison chuckled. “I guess that’s the idea, Megan.”

The eighteen year old tried to think of a response but her mind was focused more on her sore bottom than trying to engage in conversation, witty or otherwise, with the coach. When she finally held her bottom motionless and thrust out, Coach Harrison took it as his cue to administer the final stroke.

“Yeeeeeeeouch!!” Megan felt the tears rolling down her face as she still bent over the desk. Already, though, the coach was returning to his chair and, as he sat down, their eyes met.

“I just need you to sign the form here, then you’re free to go, Megan.”

The coach appeared to have little sympathy for the sniffling teenager as he spun the pink form around and held out a pen for her to sign. For the moment, though, Megan reckoned her backside needed gently massaging more than Coach Harrison’s form needed signing. At least the form gave her something to focus on rather than having to keep staring the coach in the face.

“Megan, just sign the form and then you can go sort yourself out in the washroom.”

“Yes, sir!” Megan’s voice came out louder than she intended. She seized the pen and quickly scribbled her name in the box indicated by Coach Harrison.

“Bye, Megan.”

Megan didn’t answer. She just left the room with one hand still gently rubbing her bottom through the thin pale yellow athletics shorts.

Spanked Sweeties
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“That’s it, Kayley. I just need you to sign the form and you’re free to go.” As the attractive blond puffed her cheeks out and slowly eased herself up from bending over the desk, Coach Harrison sat down in his chair on the opposite side. He turned the pink form around and held out a pen, the wooden paddle already back in the open drawer to his right.

Kayley Connor briefly brushed her hands over the seat of her white denim shorts, wiped a tear from her right eye with the back of her right hand and took the pen. Her eyes too watery to focus properly on the form, she signed her name when Tom Harrison pointed out the correct place, returned the pen to the surface of the desk and straightened up.The high school coach waited patiently for the sullen faced eighteen year old to collect her thoughts together, noting that Kayley managed all the while to avoid eye contact with him. Eventually she sighed, gave her backside another brush with her hands and turned away. The door slammed shut with a bang.

Tom Harrison filed the signed pink form in one of three trays to his left and took another pink form from its neighbor. His eyes flashed rapidly over the form before he stood up and went to the door to his office.

“Megan Lacey?” As the coach leaned through the doorway, he looked briefly at each of the two girls and one boy sitting on a line of chairs in the corridor. They all glanced anxiously up at him; a pretty girl with long dark hair appeared that bit extra wide-eyed. Her glossed lips parted and that added weight to the coach’s reckoning that she was the one he needed. “Megan?” He asked again, his eyes studying just the dark haired girl.


The girl leapt up from her chair, her haste fuelled almost certainly by fear rather than enthusiasm. Coach Harrison had already turned and was on his way back to his desk, leaving Megan to follow him in. She closed the door behind her, avoiding the interested stares of the girl and boy still sitting.

Coach Harrison was now seated at his desk and studying the pink form. Megan stood in front of the desk looking around. She didn’t see the item she was seeking.

“Megan Lacey. You saw Vice Principal Gilbert yesterday because you missed three lessons Tuesday afternoon. Apparently you were at the beach. Vice Principal Gilbert was clearly unimpressed with any explanation you gave him because he awarded you a choice of five swats with the paddle or a full week’s In School Suspension. Is that about right, Megan?”

The girl shrugged nervously. “Yes, sir. I guess so.”
For a few moments, Coach Harrison looked up at the tall, slim twelfth grade girl although he kept his thoughts to himself. “And you chose to take the paddle. Is that correct?”

“Yes, sir.” The eighteen year old almost choked as she answered. “I’m sorry, sir. I guess I’m a little nervous. I’ve never been paddled before.”

“Okay, let’s get to it, then.” Coach Harrison ignored Megan’s explanation and stood up, making her even more apprehensive. She watched a he reached down into his desk drawer and pulled out the paddle, a fourteen inch by five board of pale maplewood on the end of a short handle.

As Coach Harrison maneuvered himself around to the front of his desk, Megan’s eyes focused all the while on the slender paddle. She wanted to say something, anything, to break the tension but the words never came. In the event, it was Coach Harrison who spoke once he was at her side.

“Remove anything from your back pockets and lay them on the desk, Megan. Then I need you to bend over across the desk.”

The girl pushed trembling fingers into both back pockets of her low-slung blue jeans, searching for any scraps of paper she may have inadvertently left there. There were none, nothing to put back her compliance of the next part of the coach’s instructions. She bent across the desk and rested her elbows and forearms on the hard wooden desktop.

“Okay, if you’re ready, Megan? Oh.”

Megan, having closed her eyes and begun praying the impact of the paddle against the tight seat of her jeans would at least be bearable, realized instantly there was a problem. She remained bent over, her bottom thrust back in preparation, unable to think what it was.

“Megan, you have metal studs all the way across the seat of your jeans. I can’t paddle you in those pants.”

Megan pushed herself up onto the palms of her hands as she realized she’d spent a couple of hours inserting those metal studs into the denim until her name ‘Megan’ was spelt out across her bottom.

Tom Harrison still hovered behind her, studying her bottom, and Megan began to wonder whether he was waiting for her to undo the jeans and drop them to her ankles, but surely that couldn’t be?

“What do I have to do, sir?” Megan looked round anxiously.

“You need to come back another day, Megan.” Coach Harrison finally went back behind his desk and replaced the paddle in the drawer. “Just make sure you take your punishment before next Wednesday so you don’t accumulate another penalty, and make sure you’re wearing something suitable. Okay?”

“Okay, sir.”

Looking a little bewildered, Megan pushed herself up from the desk and rotated herself round so she was almost facing the door. Without saying another word, the eighteen year old pulled open the door and left the office. The two students outside, both as confused as Megan, looked up as she left but no-one spoke.

As Megan passed by the secretaries’ station on her way out of the administrative block, a woman at the counter and another seated at a computer desk looked across in her direction, but they soon returned to their work when they realised there was nothing to see.
“You get it?” Holly Daniels, a small bubbly blonde girl who lived in the same street as Megan, was sitting on a low wall across the narrow drive separating the administration block from the neighboring teaching block.


“No? Why not?”
“Coach Harrison wouldn’t paddle me in these pants. They’ve got my name spelt out in studs across the back.”

“Really? He could’ve branded your name across your butt while he was at it.” Holly joked.

“That’s not funny!”

“It is from where I’m sitting. So, what’s going to happen?”

“I have to get it done in the next week. By next Wednesday at the latest. Otherwise I’m in more trouble.”

“Why not get it done tomorrow? Then you won’t have to dwell on it for all that time.”


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Was wondering if any girls would like to thrash my bare bum? If so please get in touch. Thankyou.

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So! The novel “Fifty Shades of Grey” is a best seller. Well maybe it is, but a classic (imnsho) it isn’t. I found the narrative tedious, long-winded, and frankly not worth my time to spend in reading it all. I could say the same about Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Others will obviously take a contrary position, but there is enough room to accommodate all of us on the literary planet.

By all means disagree, but one consequence of its publication is likely to be yet another pushing-back for the frontiers of taboo. It surely won’t be long before the floodgates are opened, and the reading public is regaled by BDSM classics worthy of the name.

Already, on the BBC4 news programme yesterday morning, there was talk of works like Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights being reworked to include one or two additional scenes of a spicy nature. That will no doubt shock the purists but I suspect that such action would, at the very least, serve to swell interest in these masterpieces, and increase the number of dog-eared pages of the copies held in local libraries.

Is this a good thing though? Where will it leave our little niche hobby (and the porn industry in general) if suddenly spanking and whipping and all the rest is brought out into the open? How long will it be before Hollywood is awash with epic films depicting the “reality” of DD life?

A pipe dream? I don’t know so much. When I was growing up, if you saw a woman in her slip on the movie screen, it was a major sex experience (yes - okay I am getting old and easily pleased) but the censorship rules of the time forbad anything else. Once the rules were relaxed and they started showing tits and nipples, the floodgates opened and now there is virtually nothing in mainstream (and not-so-mainstream) sex that seems untouchable any more. Likewise with graphic scenes of violence; so is BDSM about to follow?

I suspect that possibly it is, so soon we will all be able to “fill our boots” with ever-greater and more explicit renditions of the genre. Great! Except for the fact that there will no longer be a need to hide ourselves away on little sites like this, making friends from all over the world, about whose existence we would not otherwise have known. I have encountered some wonderful people here.

So I am proposing that there should be a public outcry of disgust at the writers and publishers of tomes like the “Fifty Shades” series and a concerted effort made to have it banned from the bookshops forthwith. We need to make a stand to defend ourselves against the continued degradation of our moral standards.

Are you with me?

Spanked Sweeties
1609 views · 1300 days ago

iam going make a spanking bet with any female hwo can give me hard spanking to where i cant sit for a week and make me cry real tears?

if your able to spanking me long time like 5- 30 minute to an hour long and make me cry real tears and ass red and sore to where i cant sit for a week i will give you an reward if want know whatk ind reward message me on here

927 views · 1301 days ago

This is nothing fantsy, but we played last night. Was something a little different anyway.

What you do is lay your subject face down on the bed. Tying them to bed post is optional. Place a blind fold on subject..(not optional, just do it)...Now get all you implements out and while he cant see make sure you make lots of noise..(eg)

Now take an implement and give them 5 good whacks. Now there job is guessing what you used. Sounds easy right? Not really. Took him forever on some of them.

Even had to take a break. But we do have lots of implements even surprised me when I counted 48. Forgot about some so I know he did. You don't need loads of implements but if your low go break a switch off or go to the kitchen a get a spatula or wooden spoons. Belts or usually around. Fly swatter took him forever. I just found that took forever to cause I never used it before..Was that mean of me? Not really I gave him hints after 8 wrong guesses. That was fair.

Dont know if anyone has posted this are not. Or tried it for that matter. Thought I would share....So Be Good Our Else...

2416 views · 1301 days ago

Jane use to be the world champion of wiggling during a spanking. She would squirm just long enough to give herself time to recover, but not so long that she would earn too many extra strokes. However, this is the story of how she lost that title.

It was a Saturday afternoon and Jane was in the corner waiting for what she thought would be her normal maintenance spanking. She had already placed the hairbrush, large wooden paddle, and belt on the bed just like Peter, her husband of 5 years, had asked for. Then she got dressed in a matching light pink bra and panty set, a pink short sleeved shirt, a short black skirt, and black knee high socks just like Peter had ordered. Then she placed herself in the corner with her hands on her head. Five minutes later Peter came in and ordered her get on all fours on the bed.

As soon as she was on all fours Peter told her to move each hand into a square on the large checkerboard pattern bedspread and then he told her to move her knees into squares as well. Then he dropped the bombshell that would change how she acted during spankings very quickly.

“Young lady, please note which squares your hands and knees are in. During this spanking they better not leave those squares. Also, your body better stay in this exact position. If you move from this position I will begin counting and won't stop until you are back in this exact position. Then at the end of your maintenance spanking I will give you one stroke, with one of the implements that you dread, for each of the numbers that I counted out while you were out of position. If you dare move during that spanking I will again count, but this time by twos. All of these penalty strokes will be very hard and are probably going to be landing on your upper thighs or right on top of the most bruised part of your bottom which ever one I think will get my point across the best. Do you have any questions?”

“No sir,” Jane answered back trying really hard to keep her poker face in place even though she was really nervous about this new policy. She had never gotten through a single spanking without Peter telling her to get back into position at least 10 times, most of the time it was much more.

“Your days of being disrespectful by moving out of position, wiggling off my lap, and covering your bottom with you hand are over from now on I will just begin counting and I assume you will get back into position right away.”

With that said Peter began the spanking Jane with his hand over her skirt. After a brief warm-up he lifted her skirt and began spanking her with the hairbrush over her light pink panties. He had only given her three solid strokes when Jane moved out of position for the first time. She pulled her bottom down and just as promised Peter began counting. He got to 2 before she got back into position. After that the hairbrush strokes continued to rain down on her bottom quickly turning her backside a wonderful shade of pink.

When Peter felt she had been given enough strokes with the hairbrush he picked up the belt, folded it in half and pulled it tight to make that loud noise that every spanker seems to make although every time Peter did that Jane really wanted to say “yep the belt still makes that same noise that it has always made,” but she knew better then to say that out loud especially in the middle of a spanking. After about 10 strokes with the belt Jane once again pulled her bottom down. Peter picked up from where he left off and counted from 3 to 5 before she got back into position. As those 3 numbers were counted out Jane got scared about how much the punishment for moving was going to hurt on top of the pretty serious maintenance spanking she knew she had coming, but before she could really think about that Peter was pulling her panties down and the large paddle was striking her bottom much harder than she thought it would. After about 30 strokes with the large paddle Jane was crying fairly loudly, but she had managed to stay in position through that entire last section of the maintenance spanking.

“Great job getting through that last part without moving, however, you do have 5 strokes with the belt coming for moving during the first and second part of your spanking. These strokes will be on your upper thighs. Remember if you move I will count by twos. Are you ready?”

“Yes sir” Jane said genuinely thinking that she was ready. However, when the belt met her upper thighs she felt all the air leave her lungs and then a second later an intense burning sensation seared across her thighs. She cried out loudly, but surprised herself by staying in position. Without much time though the second and third strokes came down in just about the same place as the first one had, but once again she was able to stay in place. Then the fourth and fifth strokes came down just below where the others had landed and again Jane stayed in position. Even though each of these really really hurt she just kept reminding herself that if she moved she would be in even more trouble.

“Great job young lady! I really should have thought this up much earlier. I don't think you have ever taken a spanking as well as you did just now. I am so proud of you."

Spanked Sweeties
2637 views · 1301 days ago

At the beginning of my life as a "spankee" I only cnsidered spanking as part of the sexual act... just as a kind of foreplay... more or less soft spanking, with hand or paddle.

After a while I noticed that the sexual part is getting less important for me and the meaning of education, training and punishment is exactly what I´m into. At this time I started to go further, enjoying belt, whip and the cane.

Several month ago the humiliating part is getting more and more important. Stripping down naked in front of completely dressed people, receiving a punishment on my bare butt with a corner time afterwards. Being tied down, blindfolded and presenting my butt, cock, balls and even hole, while other people are watching.

Right now all this changes into another direction. The humiliating part its still there and still important for me, but spanking is not any longer a question of "needing it" but more a question of "deserving it". This turns slowly into a kind of slavery. The desire of being kept naked, serving a master/mistress as a willing fuckbottom/gangwhore and being trained to be an obedient slave that deserves a corporal punishment on a regular base is getting stronger. By the way, something new turns me on: chastity while being spanked and getting fucked and afterwards I start loving forced milking. Getting my cock milked with my legs spread on all fours. Great if it´s done by men or women.

Seems things are really changing or it´s an unusual kind of development. Or could it be a metamorphosis into an obedient slave?

553 views · 1301 days ago


Beneath the covers on her bed
Fiona rubs her bottom red
Alas to misbehave at school
Is not a good thing as a rule

Having been called to front of class
She had to bend and show her ass
While skirt was lifted and Miss Speed
Dealt retribution for misdeed

With four cane stripes across her bum
Fiona dare not tell her mum
For fear that strap behind the door
Will but augment her troubles more

“I have a headache Mum,” she’d said
“I need to go lie down instead
of having tea; perhaps some rest
In circumstances would be best”

Her secret safe for now at least
She wishes for the hurt to ease
And yet perversely with the pain
Strange thoughts revolve inside her brain

For though the shame cause her to fret
Her pussy has turned strangely wet
Which rubbing finds to her delight
All kinds of passion do excite

Her fingers probing, kneading, squeezing
Bring results extremely pleasing
After time she starts to spasm
Giving way to full orgasm

“Oh my God!” she squeals with glee
“Whatever has come over me?
My dear Miss Speed, I love your cane
Oh please give it to me again!”

Clare Fonda Pass