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Thank you Arizona for setting back human rights, this is where I firmly believe in the separation of church & state. A state can pass law for businesses to segregate gays based on religious belief, but if I were to open a restaurant with a upside down cross on the sign, I would be vilified and protested for me to be strung up. It's all a bunch of contradictory in this country, there are alot of people that like to use the phrase "Adam & Eve not Adam & Steve" but then think two women together is perfectly fine, there is nothing in the Bible about "Eve & Genevieve" either. Love is beautiful no matter if it's man & woman, woman & woman, or man & man. The problem with ALL faiths & creeds is that there are a big percentage a people who think they are doing things in the name of God. If there is a God, and that's a BIG if, who are they to think that said person agrees with what is being done in the name of themself? I believe if people would be more concerned with doing good for the God inside themselves then following some outdated texts or an unproven religious being, the world would be a better place.
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So I have a disciplinary "appointment" with a Ms. Rebekah Hertz at 4:30...punishment session on top of no-showing/rescheduling our last session due to timing issues. Im scared stiff...any advice would be GREATLY appreciated. Wish me luck s-tube...feel like im gonna need it :-P
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hi i am full slave and want 2 spanker lady 4 spanking me and 4 wedding
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Serendipity = It is like searching to find a needle in a haystack,and finding the farmers naughty daughter,who is in need of a good spanking.
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shaking, panic... eyes flitting around the room...
that cursed clock...want to fling it out the window...
must stay in position...and think
many years ago...similar room...similar clock...similar failings...
cycle repeated...again and again...like the damned clock...
going to break the cycle...not the clock...
looking forward...not back...going to change...
know I can do it...now have encouragement...
hear him now...tense again...
looking at me deeply...can see into my soul...
can't stop the tears...tears of love...
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Constantly feeling something is missing...being missed out or hidden away...
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So, I just came back from spending a weekend with Him. I'm exhausted to say the least and yet already missing him.
We had our first real disciplinary session this weekend. Although I call myself a submissive, I tend to do exactly what I want to do and damn the consequences. That is, until I was introduced to the leather paddle with the holes in it (can you say ouch?).
I posted pics and a very short video from our session on my page. Please overlook any flaws. He is relatively new to spanking, this was our first time taping, and I forgot the cord to the camera so we ran out of juice. Plus, unbeknownst to me, while I was a little preoccupied by the whacks to my behind, he was having a good ole time mugging to the camera, pointing at it, bopping his head to the music, and doing other silly things. SMH I just wish he was only play spanking me too. lol
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pics and the vid.
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If you could be a contestant on Jeopardy or an Olympic swimmer, which would you choose? And why?
I would go with swimmer. I love the water, as a kid, I used to wish I had secret mermaid "powers"....kinda like Wolverine. Hahaha :0) Besides, I couldn't imagine being smart enough to compete on Jeopardy. I'm not sure I would even want all that knowledge in my head Hahaha.
Hope this made you smile
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Prior to the physical discipline that I was to receive, I was always called to sit down with her, most times at the kitchen table, and we would calmly discuss what I did wrong. There were only a couple times that I was able to explain my actions enough to avoid what I always deserved.
I never acquired the liking to be disciplined - no matter how often it happened and it happened often. It was always very humiliating and painful. Even after we began to "play" with the BDSM scene, where the "play" sessions were sensual and somewhat painful, true discipline was always a level above that. I have to confess that I like (and almost crave) to be spanked but never the true discipline that I receive.
When it was determined that my offense warranted punishment, it would happen immediately. Most times it would be delivered in the bedroom. Occasionally, it would be over the table we were sitting at. Most of the time, I was required to be fully naked. That would add to the humiliation of needing to be disciplined.
My discipline that my ex-wife would give me was never formal with a predetermined number of strokes. The things that were formal was that it was always with the belt, an implement we never used in "play sessions". I was always required to take my discipline quietly - no talking or moaning at all, and no crying loudly. I was also never restrained - I could never move out of position. She was extremely accurate in where she intended the blow to land. Moving probably would have hurt more than where stroke was supposed to land. My legs were always spread and she never landed an unintentional blow on my balls.
When it was "time", I went to the bedroom, got the belt out. It was always the same belt - often I would be wearing it. I would undress to the level discussed - again mostly naked but always on my bared-ass. I would get into the position discussed and wait... She would give me plenty of time to think about what I did and what was coming.There was never a "warm-up". I never knew the number of strokes I was to endure. I do know it was never less that 10 full-force strokes and lasted until she was satisfied that I learned my lesson.
Always after each session, I knew she was fair.
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It was sunny day yesterday but cold as the North Pole. I went for a walk and took my god-baby out for some fun. Today, I am going to lazy and stay in bed. I am going to listen to music and watch porn. I need a break from real world and watch fantasy. I might exercise but I need some motivation to do so and since no one is home. I guess I will not be exercising today. Procrastinating is my thing today.
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Spring is almost here....
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Her taut white arms are pulled behind her head & handcuffed to the headboard; she craves to be restrained & loves the feeling of being overpowered & at my mercy.
She is my wife, my loyal wife, & she is hedonistic, masochistic, submissive & as horny as hell. She can also be a sadist & a cruel bitch at times too; but not today & not now.
I have been tickling her, tormenting her, scratching her, slapping her thighs & bum. She has been twisting, laughing, screaming; & I have been watching her - it makes me hard to do so. I know she is wet too, so it is time for me to pleasure her…
I bring my right hand down to her shaven crotch & feel the moisture of her cunt. No, moisture is the wrong term; soaking is what she is. I seek out & locate her swollen & almost throbbing little button of a clit.
I squeeze her left nipple really hard for a second & she gives out a little cry. I put my mouth to hers & stick my tongue in, run it around inside, pull out. I start to massage her clit, slowly at first because I will gradually increase the pressure & the speed & then with my mouth close to her right ear I begin to whisper her, the story…
‘It is a cold day in December, though sunny…’
I watch her eyes lids fall over her beautiful blue eyes as she sinks back into the fantasy.
‘& you are walking along the street, the busy street, to rendezvous with me. You notice the cars passing by in the opposite direction & if for a moment they knew where you were going & what was shortly going to happen to you then the drivers would surely slow down & maybe stop to gawk at you - but they don’t. But you are anxious, anxious because soon you will be naked, secured firmly to a frame to be flogged cruelly without mercy. & yet you do not have to undergo it - you can back out at any time - but you need to prove your love for me; show me that you are prepared to obey me; reinforce your submission to me…’
Her breathing begins to deepen & slow, her cheeks begin to colour…
‘You quicken your step as you don’t want to be late & see me waiting outside house number 31, waiting for you, & you recall - how could you forget? - that in the basement of house 31 is a dungeon, a dungeon for hire, & how you had told me that that was the best place for you to prove your love for me…’
I am rubbing her clit hard & fast now - won’t be long.
‘You arrive outside & we say nothing to each other; nothing needs to be said. I extend my right arm in the direction of the black gates that lead down the stone steps to the dungeon door. You swing open the gate & descend the ten or so steps down & as you do your anxiety begins to shade into - fear. For a moment you stand in front of the black door & then you hear me pull the key out of my pocket; the key I have paid for. I slot the key into the lock & turn it. The heavy wooden door slowly swings open & again I beckon you in. It take a second or two for your eyes to adapt to the gloom & as you do you hear the clanging of the door as it is closed behind you. You realise that there is no way back; you will have to face your ordeal now…’
She rolls her head gently on the pillow, her chestnut hair swishing in slow motion upon the fabric of them & her features are tense…
‘In front of you, you make out a metal frame with straps & leather cuffs attached to it & beyond that a plain wooden chair. “Go to the chair & remove all your clothes,” I command you. You meander over to the chair & then with horror see a ten or eleven faces standing in front of you. They are some of your close friends & your work colleagues. You feel incredibly humiliated knowing that I have invited them to witness your punishment; but even so you know that you must still go through with it…’
I hear her handcuffs rattle metallically as she clenches & unclenches her fists…
‘First of all you remove your coat & hang it over the back of the chair. Next you slip each of your shoes & socks off before placing them neatly under the chair. Having done that, you slowly unbutton your short-sleeved shirt starting from your collar & when that is completed you slip it off your shoulders & place that too on the back of the chair. You feel suddenly more conscious of the eyes silently studying your body but nevertheless you unbuckle the belt of your jeans prior to unzipping them. You then pull them down over your knees & off over your feet…’
Her face is flushed now, perspiring & she is gasping heavily, her nude body heaving…
‘You glimpse uncomfortably in my direction & then place your hands behind your back to unclip the straps of your bra. As you do you feel your tits fall loose & with your eyes closed momentarily you then swiftly remove the bra before draping it over the back of the chair with the rest of your discarded garments. Without hesitation you then slip your thumbs into the elastic waistband of your black lace knickers, pull them down to your ankles & step out of them. You are now totally nude & everybody present can clearly see your crack & shaved cunt – you feel utterly humiliated & totally vulnerable…’
It is as though she is in a fever; her body is covered in a thin film of sweat, her limbs alternately taut & slack. She is moaning as though in pain & I continue to frig her…
‘I move over to you & without a word take you by the arm. I then guide you the few steps to the frame. Your deep humiliation becomes fear, terror even & agony is but seconds away now. In front of the frame I first pull out fully your left arm & strap it tightly. Next I do the same with your right arm. You begin to tremble & also fight against that very trembling. You feel me pulling a leather strap around your thin waist, pulling it firm. I then similarly fasten each of your thighs before dropping down & cuffing each of your ankles to the apparatus. You then sense me move away & pick something up, something to hurt you with. There is a pause in the dungeon, an almost deathly silence, & then there is a brief hiss, almost like a hiss of a snake, before a thousand tongues of fire rasp the tender & white flesh of your naked & exposed buttocks…’
Her body suddenly tenses as though she has been jolted by electricity, her back arches & little gasps repeatedly leave her lips. I press down hard upon her clit & rub it is hard as I can. She lets out one last loud sigh & then flops back laughing onto the covers satiated utterly & absolutely…
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I may have mentioned that my spanko gene kicked in at a very early age, and I spent my formative years trying to think of clever ways to ask the girls I dated if they'd ever been spanked.The success rate varied from a simple yes or no, to a full blown account, as a young lady I dated as a freshman in college (she was a senior in high school) told me about the paddling she received (along with almost all the rest of the students in her study hall that day) in great detail. After all, I picked her up afetr school and it was very fresh on her mind. But that's an old story. She's off the grid and I haven't seen her in years, but her sister "friended" me several months ago on Facebook and we've chatted a lot. I had posted some photos on my FB page and she recognized her sister in some of them and wanted to know where they were taken. More chit-chat revealed she was divorced, no kids, and (according to her) had always had a crush on me. I don't look gift horses i the mouth, but I'm always wary of revisionist history. So I made small talk,asked what church she attended, what she did for a living (real estate agent). Then she asked me some questions--sorta personal, like how "far" we went while I was dating her big sis. I mostly played the evasion card, but I did find an opening and said that she ought to get a spanking f even asking a question like that. It was a gutsy move, as I well remember my spanking her sister the first (and only) time and she smiled big and then slapped the crap out of me! She let me know she was NOT into spanking. But her sister Roni, was as my best friend Bobby used to say, "a horse of another color." She let me know she's needed a spanking for 40 years, but never met a man who had the cohones to deliver. Naturally, I'm feeling pretty confident now and after some more specific chat about just how "real" she wanted her paddling and switching to be (she was specific about those two, but she was even more insistent on getting whipped with a belt as she lie face down on a bed---that seems to be the flavor of the decade; every girl I've spanked lately has had a soft spot for that strap/belt!) So, we have a date. She wants to me together at my place Wednesday at 8:00 pm. I guess I can DVR Criminal Minds, and pass on my music lesson. Actually, I've already moved it up to 3:00, so I'll have plenty of time to get ready and worry about what could go wrong. I've known Roni for 36 years, so its not like I'm scared that we won't have anything to say. And she's a cute little thing---with shortish hair and a little on the bony side. Not boyish---just skinny, and a nose ring!! I may have trouble getting used to that ;) And she respects my "rules: disciplinary spanking only, though since we are old friends, she wants to stick around an talk for a while,catch up on all the old gang, maybe have some wine (which I don't imbibe). So we'll see how it goes. One thing we didn't need was google search. She remembered coming to my house back in the 70s when I had parties and I'm still at the same address---this time as the only occupant.
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I was talking to a friend today and he suggested that I be SEVERELY punished for some of my bad behavior. Yikes, just the threat alone has me scared!!
Has anyone ever given or received a severe punishment? If so what was it like? (other than severe) And what was the infraction?
An inquiring mind,
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So that was the start of a wonderful relationship!
It was the start of a perfect relationship,
Though some might have said it was a bit rough.
He stripped his girl down to her frilly, white slip
And locked each wrist into a stainless steel cuff.
He then lashed her smartly with his single-tail whip,
Until, thrashing, she screamed that she’d had quite enough...
And the pain that she bore with such pitiful cries,
At the slap of his hand in a black leather glove,
Gave way soon enough to passionate sighs—
Could there be any doubt that it was love?
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On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with snow,
I lost my true bottom,
For spankin' too slow.
He said please don't spank me.
He cried and he cried.
I truly believed him,
But found out he lied.
The tears were a part of
His whole little act.
And later he cried 'cause
He never got whacked.
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It took me some time but finally I was able to renew my site with vintage erotic & spanking artworks.
At this site you will find a unique collection spanking illustrations from
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Ok, I tried to post upload this but did not seem to work.
If you know who Captain Kargeroo, Howdy Dudie was this may bring your younger days. If not you still may get as big a kick as I did.
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I (Craig) have created a new private Yahoo Group for spankos, please join and lets make it a fun place to go. Because it's a private group, it's by invite only. Please inbox me your Yahoo address, and I'll be sure to send one out to you. THANKS :0)
*I am looking for people who write fictional stories about discipline (Real life stories can be added by any member) I am also looking for cartoonists and/or artists to create and submit their creations for the group. Please include that you have these tallents when inboxing me. THANKS :0)
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So I’m sitting here with a very sore bottom, honestly i can’t even clench my cheeks it hurts so much! I got spanked for my stinking thinking, I’m actually quite embarrassed about it really, i know it should all be left in the past just sometimes it’s really really hard! So i was spanked initially for my bad thoughts and then again for bubbling quite a bit. Which i sometimes feel is a little unfair, It’s my way of stopping bad thoughts in their tracks, every time a bad memory or thought pops in to my head i say bubble and it cuts the thought short. I know it’s silly but it’s just kind of stuck. I don’t even remember how it started or even why bubble. I guess it’s just a really friendly sounding word. But i was bubbling quite a lot last week so i ended up getting spanked quite a bit to.
The weekend has been good though, well not so much Saturday i had to spend the morning doing the house work, which is never a great way to spend Saturday, well the washing up is okay because that’s just like a bubble bath for your hands really isn’t it? I did try to liven the rest of it up though for myself by doing it with my roller blades on but Alex quickly discovered me and put a stop to it! Then we went to the woods which is always good fun and we saw Little comets and they were amazing:)
Tomorrow is an exciting day though, tomorrow i have hypnotherapy! It’s for my social anxiety it’s progressively getting worse. There are some days where i open my mouth and i literally can’t get any words out at all and i get so embarrassed. The guy I’m seeing though looks really very good, he’s like a magician:) he finds the root cause and wipes all associated feeling with it. We’ve watched loads of his films and read testimonies by lots of people about him, and he seems to have a very high success rate and even and even tweaked things they were unaware needed tweaking! My only concern is I’m afraid a lot of who i am now is a result of things that happened in my past, but I’ve grown to quite like how i am now, what if he tweaks stuff i want to keep? And in the process i lose part of myself? What if my need to be spanked disappears?! Everything would be so different if i was just normal. I think i would feel quite lost. So do i tell him everything?? I really really don’t want to i can just imagine myself fumbling around that conversation! Or am i just over thinking everything? Maybe it works because you want it to work? So will only fix the things you want fixed?