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This sketch is a bit of a fantasy of mine. If we had our own space and have 2 frames up, with harnesses top and bottom. Leaving a wide open space for Master to be able to walk all the way around and aim wherever he wants.

Being blindfolded, too, so I can't see what's happening, he can use wax play, pegs and clamps. Even trying fire play.

But if only we have the space to do this, have our own basement tohaving these big items.

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new blog feature - I'm calling it: WTF?

(yes, I'm stooping to posting cat photos)

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For those who are interested - the Video is now uploaded for yesterday's Spanking, PLUS 2 new Photos of additional 82 Swats today (Which had to miss the marks from yesterday! It has been a thoroughly rewarding two days! pity the second one couldn't also be videoed! :-(

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Evan entered the bathroom, just as Natasha was climbing into the hot, sudsy bath. He caught a glimpse of her red rumps as it submerged, into the water. What a vision! Her fiery fanny made, sinking into the white foam!
He had changed into lounging pants, and removed his shirt. The tub was large and made for coupling. Soon he would join her. He just had a few accoutrements to gather and then the fun could begin.

“Oh, that stings!” Natasha said, as the hot water touched her sore behind. Evan smiled, thinking of the shock. “What's that?” , She asked, searching in the water. She had stepped on the cane, he'd put in the bath.
She brought it up, in her hand, and he could see the concern pass over her face. It was made of bamboo. Evan had wanted to soak it for a couple of reasons. A cane that was soaked, was less likely to splinter and it also delivered more of a sting, with each stroke.

“Just leave that in there, Natasha, over to the side, in case it's needed”, he said wickedly. He stripped of his pants, revealing an impressive and excited penis, and climbed in behind her. There, that was nice, he thought, pulling her bottom between his legs and tucking his hard shaft, between her ass cheeks. The water smelled lovely, and the bubbles and oils made their skin just slightly slippery. It felt amazing, to feel her slick skin, all around his hard dick. She was relaxing now, falling back against his muscular chest. Her hands glided up and down his powerful thighs. She felt so petite, fitting comfortably in his arms. He kissed the back of her neck, lifting her hair, and twisting it around his hand, pulling her head back, loving the long lines of her throat. His mouth found hers, and he slowly explored her, with his tongue. Her throaty response swelled, and he tasted the sounds of her excitement, as he licked her lips.

Evan took a big sea sponge, and lathered it, with a body wash of seagrass and lemon. It had such a clean scent. He used it to soap up her breasts and stomach, as her torso elongated and slid against him. He circled her areola with his finger, watching it swell, then pinched her nipple firmly, twisting it, just a little. As it became firmer, he flicked it, until it was hard. He blew on it, and tiny goosebumps surfaced. He felt her quiver. He shifted her, on his lap, and he could now reach her nipple, with his mouth. He began to caress her with her hands, as he planted his soft lips on her nipple. The hard tip of her nipple begged to be nibbled. He gently let his teeth hold and stretch it as he sucked harder, pulling and tugging at the soft tissue. Moans of pleasure began to stir, and his hand slid between her legs. He turned her around and scooted down, so she could straddle him.
His cock was so hard, Evan slid it right into her. He pulled her all the way onto him. He was completely inside her. She threw back her head, and sighed, as he penetrated her. He could feel her wanting to ride him, but he held her tightly, against him, not moving. He could feel her muscles twisting and pulsating around him, as they tried to adjust and accommodate, his great size. He moved his hips in small circles, while feeling the end of her vaginal canal. He was touching her cervix, with his head of his big cock. Mmmm, she was beautiful.

He not allow himself to come, but, after a few minutes, he drew back his pelvis and thrusted himself into her depths and out, again. He put his thumb on her clitoris, and rammed his penis, into her sacred space. She was close to climax. He rubbed her faster and squeezed her bottom as he impaled her. She bounced on him and she came, with the sweetest little sounds. He fought, to hold on, and withdrew as soon as she was done. His cock throbbed with blood, wanting to release, but he would wait, and then relish his reward.

“Mmmm… Very nice, Miss Natasha… But you have been a naughty, naughty girl, and now that I've given your a little lesson in Sex Ed, we'll resume your punishment. Hand me that bath brush and stand. I want you to bend over and put your hands on the end of the tub. Your bottom is nice and wet, so this is REALLY going to sting. Spread your legs. He was still seated in the tub. He slid his legs between hers.
He could see up between her legs. He took the bath brush and began paddling her. The water droplets flew, as it impacted. She cried out, with each slap. She tried to twist and clench, but she could not escape him. Each whack left an oval of white, that quickly turned to red and then colored further, to plum. About ten smacks in, he could feel that he was getting a better reaction. He made her crouch down to dip her bottom into the bath water. As she stood, he resumed with the hard slap of the brush hitting her cheeks and now her thighs. She began to sob, and he stopped, to sooth her, rubbing her scorching ass and blowing cool air, onto her thighs.

“Oh, Sir, please, I'm very sore!! Please keep rubbing me… It feels soooo good!! Mmmmm, I'll do whatever you tell me to, just please, no more, I'll be good.”

“You will do as I say, because I tell you to do it. You are not in a position to negotiate, young lady. I am going to blister your bottom tonight, and I'm going to enjoy it. Now, if you want a break from the brush, I'll be happy to oblige!”
Evan found the cane, and stood, stepping from the bath. “Dip in again, Natasha”.

She was facing away, and didn't see the cane in his hand. She stood and bent again, expecting his hand. Instead the wet cane cracked across her cheeks. “OWWWWW”, she said as she burst into tears, but he didn't stop until she had ten, clear lines on her bottom, raised in purple.

Evan wrapped a towel around his waist and grabbed a big bath sheet and wrapped her up in it. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her at the end of the bed, close to the fire and and got them both a fresh drink. The hearth was ablaze, and they were cozy and warm. Her bottom was also warm, scalding to be truthful! She was quick to roll into her tummy, as he placed her on the bed. He found some cream and rubbed it into her tender bottom and stinging thighs. He cuddled up behind her as they dried by the fire. Her bottom was pretty marked now, so he'd have be cautious, in the hours ahead. He felt content, but he still had a few more surprises, for the beautiful Natasha.

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I didn't get a real, honest spanking until I was in 11th grade. I'd gotten a few swats from my parents, but nothing serious. I was a good kid, didn't get in trouble much.

Then I and three buddies decided to roughhouse once too often in gym class. The gym teacher was a tough guy, but we didn't know how tough... yet. He told us to stay after class. We all thought we were in for a lecture, maybe some yelling, maybe detention at worst.

Nope.

He brought us back to his office. First thing he does is tell us he's had it with our not following directions, and fooling around during class, and this time he's going to make sure it never happens again. So he tells all four of us to drop our gym shorts and underwear, then put our hands behind our heads.

I thought I hadn't heard him right, but my three buddies start pulling down their shorts and briefs, and I did the same.

At that point, I realized what was going to happen.

He unhooks a varnished wooden paddle from a peg on the wall, and tells one of my friends to bend over the desk, elbows and hands on the desk top. Looking like he's so scared he's gonna piss himself, he does. The gym teacher lines up his aim, and delivers the first stroke across my friend's bare ass.

He jumped, and winced, but didn't yell. Then another stroke, then another. And finally he starts making noise -- a grunt each time the paddle landed.

And that's when I had this sudden shocked realization that I was getting off on watching him get spanked.

The noises he was making were like the noises guys make when they orgasm. Even his face tensing up was like it. Something about the rhythm was really exciting.

So now I had another thing to worry about -- besides knowing I was in for a hard bare-ass paddling, I had to concentrate on not popping a hard-on in front of the gym teacher and my friends.

I at least succeeded that far. Finally, the first guy was given his dozen licks, and was told to get up and resume standing with his hands behind his head, and the second guy was told to assume the position.

That's when I realized another thing; because of the way we were lined up, I was going to be last. I had to watch all three of my friends get their spankings before it'd be my turn.

So the second guy is bent over the desk, and the paddling started. He took it better than the first guy did -- he was almost silent. Didn't stop me from watching every stroke, though, nor feeling the tension building in my crotch.

Then it was my third friend's turn. He was clearly freaking out badly. He told me afterwards that his parents never hit him at all, and he was terrified. By the fifth lick of the paddle, he was crying, and every stroke made him cry harder, and near the end he was saying, "Please... please..." every time the paddle hit his bare ass. But finally he was done, too, and told to go stand against the wall with the other two...

... and it was my turn.

I was in a huge chaos of emotions as I stepped forward and bent over the desk. I was hoping I wouldn't start crying, but not sure I'd be able to. I was scared of the pain. I was half wondering if my friends would watch my paddling with the same interest as I watched theirs. (I never asked -- never found out if any of them shared my kink.)

Then the paddle struck my ass, and I stopped thinking about anything but how much it stung.

The guy knew how to deliver a paddling. He didn't do it fast -- he gave a good count of five between strokes. I was able to stay silent until about the seventh stroke, which stung so much that I groaned. After that, it was a grunt or a yelp every time. But then the gym teacher finished my dozen, and told me to go stand with my friends.

He said he hoped that'd end our bullshit, and next time it'd be two dozen each. "Now pull up your pants and go to the locker room and get changed and go to class." He wrote us out late notes for our next class so we wouldn't get in even more trouble, and sent us away.

I didn't think about much else for the rest of the day -- my stinging butt kept reminding me. And that night at about 11 o'clock, when I lay in bed masturbating hard and about to orgasm, I found myself thinking not about my usual fantasies of sex, but remembering watching my friends receiving a dozen strokes of the paddle -- and how it'd felt getting mine. I remember that I came so hard that the first spurt hit me in the face...

And I've been fascinated with guys getting (and giving) spankings ever since.

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I didn't get a real, honest spanking until I was in 11th grade. I'd gotten a few swats from my parents, but nothing serious. I was a good kid, didn't get in trouble much.

Then I and three buddies decided to roughhouse once too often in gym class. The gym teacher was a tough guy, but we didn't know how tough... yet. He told us to stay after class. We all thought we were in for a lecture, maybe some yelling, maybe detention at worst.

Nope.

He brought us back to his office. First thing he does is tell us he's had it with our not following directions, and fooling around during class, and this time he's going to make sure it never happens again. So he tells all four of us to drop our gym shorts and underwear, then put our hands behind our heads.

I thought I hadn't heard him right, but my three buddies start pulling down their shorts and briefs, and I did the same.

At that point, I realized what was going to happen.

He unhooks a varnished wooden paddle from a peg on the wall, and tells one of my friends to bend over the desk, elbows and hands on the desk top. Looking like he's so scared he's gonna piss himself, he does. The gym teacher lines up his aim, and delivers the first stroke across my friend's bare ass.

He jumped, and winced, but didn't yell. Then another stroke, then another. And finally he starts making noise -- a grunt each time the paddle landed.

And that's when I had this sudden shocked realization that I was getting off on watching him get spanked.

The noises he was making were like the noises guys make when they orgasm. Even his face tensing up was like it. Something about the rhythm was really exciting.

So now I had another thing to worry about -- besides knowing I was in for a hard bare-ass paddling, I had to concentrate on not popping a hard-on in front of the gym teacher and my friends.

I at least succeeded that far. Finally, the first guy was given his dozen licks, and was told to get up and resume standing with his hands behind his head, and the second guy was told to assume the position.

That's when I realized another thing; because of the way we were lined up, I was going to be last. I had to watch all three of my friends get their spankings before it'd be my turn.

So the second guy is bent over the desk, and the paddling started. He took it better than the first guy did -- he was almost silent. Didn't stop me from watching every stroke, though, nor feeling the tension in building in my crotch.

Then it was my third friend's turn. He was clearly freaking out badly. He told me afterwards that his parents never hit him at all, and he was terrified. By the fifth lick of the paddle, he was crying, and every stroke made him cry harder, and near the end he was saying, "Please... please..." every time the paddle hit his bare ass. But finally he was done, too, and told to go stand against the wall with the other two...

... and it was my turn.

I was in a huge chaos of emotions. I was hoping I wouldn't start crying, but not sure I'd be able to. I was scared of the pain. I was half wondering if my friends would watch my paddling with the same interest as they watched mine. (I never asked -- never found out if any of them shared my kink.)

Then the paddle struck my ass, and I stopped thinking about anything but how much it stung.

The guy knew how to deliver a paddling. He didn't do it fast -- he gave a good count of five between strokes. I was able to stay silent until about the seventh stroke, which stung so much that I groaned. After that, it was a grunt or a yelp every time. But then the gym teacher finished my dozen, and told me to go stand with my friends.

He said he hoped that'd end our bullshit, and next time it'd be two dozen each. "Now pull up your pants and go to the locker room and get changed and go to class." He wrote us out late notes for our next class so we wouldn't get in even more trouble, and sent us away.

I didn't think about much else for the rest of the day -- my stinging butt kept reminding me. And that night at about 11 o'clock, when I lay in bed masturbating hard and about to orgasm, I found myself thinking not about my usual fantasies of sex, but remembering watching my friends receiving a dozen strokes of the paddle -- and how it'd felt getting mine. I remember that I came so hard that the first spurt hit me in the face...

And I've been fascinated with guys getting (and giving) spankings ever since.

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So who prefers what

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105 views · 6 days ago

Im very interested in CP in Australia schools. Any Aussies out there with experience ? Would love to read.
Boarding schools (girls and boys) are a strong interest as there seems to be quite a few videos on this subject.
Alan Lawrence did brilliant drawings. Look him up. Very big on Tumblr.
Be great to hear anything. Regards to all.

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“You certainly didn’t act like this when you had your fanny tanned by Mom and Dad, so why should it be any different now?”
“Yes, but that…I was a kid then, it’s…I’m too old to be spanked now!” She protested from her upturned position. He laid a few hard quick slaps to her backside. ‘SMACK…SMACK…SMACK!’
“Listen sis, when you want to act like a rebellious little bratty kid then guess what? You’re going to be punished like one so…get…SMACK...used…SMACK! To…WHAP! it!”
Already she could feel her bottom starting to heat up under Marcus’s stinging swats, man he could spank hard, and it was about to get a whole lot worse before the session would be done. Marcus then raised his hand and delivered another volley of hard quick stinging smacks to Shannon’s rear end just to make sure he had his little sister’s complete and undivided attention.
 “OWWWWWW!! Marcus… come on that hurts! Lighten up a bit will you?”
“Oh I think not lil one, we’re just getting started and I intend to make sure you remember this lesson for a long time! I’m not doing this just for kicks you know, I’m doing this because I love you sis and I’ll be damned…SMACK!...if I’m going to let you foolishly…SMACK!...throw such a promising future away!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Understand me young lady?”
“Yessssssss!!! Oh Marcus I doooooo!!”
“Good!” He retorted, and again his large hand rose and fell on Shannon’s defenseless upturned panty-clad bottom. She began to wiggle and squirm to avoid his relentless stinging swats. ‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK! ‘SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK!  SPANK! SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPANK!  SPANK! SMACK!’ He now spanked harder and faster finding a steady rhythm; not slowing his pace, purposely aiming at the tender skin of her sit spots. She began to yelp and squirm more vigorously as the stinging intensified. She was now definitely beginning to regret her inattentive attitude towards her brother and her future. Finally, Marcus stopped the spanking and gently rubbed Shannon’s warm buttocks, he could feel the heat through her panties. She tried desperately to contain the tears that were threatening to cascade down her pale cheeks, but finding it most difficult at the present time.
“Well young lady I think it’s time for these to come down.” Shannon groaned at this final indignity as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down to meet her pants.
“Now missy it’s time for the REAL lesson to begin, and hopefully we won’t ever have to have this ‘chat’ again…agreed?” He asked as he reached behind him to pick up mom’s hairbrush off the desk. She just looked up at her brother over her shoulder and nodded in agreement. He could see the remorse in his sister’s eyes, and it was breaking his heart to have to do this, but he had to do what he had to do, and he felt he wouldn’t be doing her any favors by allowing her to ruin her life.
“I…I’m so sorry M…Marcus I...I hope you know that.” She said through trembling lips. She wasn’t making this very easy for him.
“Yes Lil one, I know you are.” He raised the hairbrush and began to spank her bare defenseless bottom with hard, fast repetitions; alternating cheeks. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP!
“Ohhhh Marcus It hurtssss it hurts! I’m sorryyyyyy! I’m sorryyyy!”
“I know it hurts young lady, it’s a spanking, they’re supposed to hurt!” He replied in a stern tone as he continued the assault on her reddening upturned bottom.
 She kicked her legs and squirmed over his lap for all it’s worth. Finally not able to contain her guilt any longer the tears of remorse were released, and gushed out of her blue eyes, flowing freely down her face. Marcus didn’t let up as he continued the spanking; not missing a single opportunity to redden every inch of her bare bottom, concentrating on her tender sit spots. By the time the spanking was over, he looked down at his sniveling, sobbing and very well spanked sister. He put the brush aside and began the gentle rubs to her crimson flaming cheeks as she lay over his lap crying as she did when she was 10.
 “I’m sorry I had to do this Shannon, but you know as well as I do that you’ve deserved this for quite some time now, I’m just sorry I didn’t have the guts to get this strict with you sooner. But mark my words lil lady from this point forward things will be very different around here, you understand me?”
“Y…Yesss S…Sir, I do.” Replied a very sorry and contrite sibling.
“Good girl.” He continued rubbing Shannon’s bottom and then lifting her up into his lap he wrapped his long strong arms around her and held her in a loving embrace as she cried into his chest.
“Shhhh...It’s all over now lil one, all is forgiven…you’re going to be fine and you’re going to have a great life...”
She nodded and looked up into her brother’s consoling face and quipped a little grin through her tears.
“Yes, especially with my Guardian Angel around to kick my butt if I screw up again…huh?”
He chuckled a bit as he patted her tenderized bottom…
“Well maybe not kick it, just some well placed swats to get you going in the right direction.” She smiled as he continued to rock her and finally realizing that even though her parents were gone she really wasn’t alone, and that she could once again feel the love and the security that she though she had lost so many years ago. “You’re right big brother I…I am going to be alright.” He smiled at her and helped her off his lap, guiding her to the corner where she was left to collect herself and think of better ways to make her big brother and guardian proud of the future Dr. Shannon Taylor, D.V.M.

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Brotherly Love Pt-2

“Shannon… wake up sis, it’s time to talk.” He gently shook his sister’s arm waking her from her slumbering sleep. She gently stirred and opened her big blue eyes, grinning as she looked up into Marcus’s stern steel blue eyes.
“Oh…that kind of talk huh?” She shuffled up into a sitting position, where Marcus quickly took his seat beside her.
“Yes …one of those ‘chats’ again, you do it to yourself Shannon, you think I enjoy having to get on your case all the time? But it seems if I don’t then you’d just go on doing what you’re doing and going nowhere fast.” ‘And the lecture begins’ She thought as she rolled her eyes and leaned back on the sofa twirling her blonde hair around her fingers.
“See? You’re not even listening to me when I’m talking to you! It’s as if you don’t give a damn anymore….LOOK AT ME YOUNG LADY! I’d appreciate it if you’d at least acknowledge me when I’m speaking to you!” She looked at Marcus becoming a bit more attentive to his words now. She had never known him to be this firm and strict with his lectures and it got her a bit antsy.
“Good, now that I finally have your undivided attention I think its time we had a more serious chat regarding your lack of commitment and responsibility to your job, the business and more importantly your future for which you’ve been totally disregarding lately and it has me very concerned!”
“Oh come on Marcus, it’s not like I’m not doing my share around here and I don’t think the barn would go belly up just because I missed a few days of teaching, besides you’re here to fill in and…”
“See? This is what I mean!” He said cutting her off, “You have no sense of responsibility, you seem to think that you can just goof off when ever you want and expect me to pick up after you, well guess what? It doesn’t work that way. I gave you this job for three reasons.” He said becoming annoyed with his sister’s truculent attitude, he could see she needed a major attitude adjustment and he was just in the mood right now. He sat on the edge of his oak desk dissecting her with his eyes, arms folded. “First off you’re going to school and I know it’s expensive and I knew the extra money would help you out a great deal. Secondly, the job would also give you a sense of independence and self-esteem to one day make it on your own, it’s a big harsh world out there and I won’t always be around to make sure you’re looking after yourself. Thirdly, I see a potential in you to become a prominent big-time rider, you have what it takes to become an Olympic caliber rider one day but you just don’t see that. You used to have such a strong drive and commitment to become a better rider, you even earned your level 1 teaching certificate so you could teach, but lately all I’ve been doing is watching you slowly regressing, its like you don’t give a damn! You’ve totally lost any desire to achieve anything… including your grades young lady! You have always been an ‘A’ student, but lately they’ve just flown right out the window! Don’t you want to succeed in life any more? Don’t you want to become a Vet; or was that just another one of your passing fancies? Well believe you me missy! I DO want to see you succeed but you damn well won’t if you keep going the way your going and if you think for one minute that I’m just going to idly stand by and watch you piddle your life away then you’re sadly mistaken young lady because that WON’T happen… not while I’m around and still you’re care giver.. You understand me?” She just sat on the sofa listening to one of the harshest scolding she ever heard come out of her brother’s mouth, she was seeing a side to Marcus she had never encountered before and she didn’t at all like it, ‘He sounds just like daddy and his damned sermons’ she thought as she tried to keep her eyes dry. He sat on his desk and studied Shannon’s reactions and how she was beginning to pout and squirm a bit, he knew he was beginning to get through to her but he thought he’d let her squirm a bit longer before he turned up the heat.
“Is anything I’m saying lil lady getting through to you?” She just looked up at him and nodded in agreement; she wanted so much to just retaliate but she couldn’t for two reasons. One… everything he had said to her so far was the truth, even though she didn’t want to accept it and secondly, given the mood he was in at the moment she felt it wasn’t the best time to become argumentative with him and she knew what was to come next was inevitable. He didn’t like raking his little sister over the coals like this, but in his mind her future was at stake and he wasn’t going to let her foolishly throw it away. He stood up and went behind his desk; she nervously watched his every move.
“Wh…What are you doing Marcus?” She asked in a timid voice, as she began to stew a bit more. He just looked at her sternly, which was hard for him to do, in a way he was enjoying watching his sister squirm with anticipation; it told him that his lesson so far was registering with her and she knew that he wasn’t messing about, not when it came to her future. ‘As if you don’t know’ he thought as he opened up the desk drawer and pulled out their mother’s old sturdy oval wooden hairbrush. He looked at it and remembered many a times that he himself had felt the retched sting delivered to his bottom over mom’s lap. He came out from behind the desk, pulled the chair out, set it in front of the desk, and sat down still keeping his eyes on Shannon. She couldn’t believe he was going to spank her and at her age to, what a major embarrassment, it was for her.
He sat down in the chair and looked at Shannon, patting his strong thigh; he motioned for her to step forward.
“Come on young lady you know the routine it’s not like I haven’t busted your little fanny before, so lets just make this as quick as possible, the better you behave the quicker we can put this all behind us and move on.” Shannon sighed at this indignity ‘god, he’s actually going to…to… awe gees can this get any worse?’ She thought as she gave a final attempt to get out of what was going to be the hardest spanking of her young life.
 “C’mon Shannon, I don’t have all day, get a move on it.” He looked up at her impatiently and giving her a sterner look. She gulped nervously and finally but reluctantly lay across her brother’s firm lap.
“God Marcus, you’re really that mad at me that you’d result to …to…”
“To what Shannon? Result to having to do what I should of done months ago? To caring enough about you to take the time to discipline you in this fashion?” He asked in a strict tone as he slowly peeled down his sister’s cotton jodhpurs, past her quivering cheeks.

To Be Continued...

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68 views · 6 days ago

Brotherly Love Pt-1

"Where the Sam hell is she? Damn it she's 30 minutes late AGAIN!" Marcus Taylor paced back and forth in his office now extremely agitated at his sister's lack of responsibility. He had even bought her a cell phone so she could at least phone him if she got into any kind of trouble. Again, he looked at the clock and then the door. "Damn it… I have a business to run here and she's not helping matters." Marcus owned and directed Green Hill Stables, a small riding school of about 25 horses in a barn that he and Shannon inherited from their parents when they died and Shannon was his top riding instructor, she was also his little sister and was a very prominent rider who was so good with the kids. But never the less he had a business to run and he couldn't allow family ties to interfere with it and the students were becoming impatient. He waited a while longer and finally decided to pick up the phone and see if she was at least on her way. He dialed his sister’s number but yet again all he got was her voice mail.
 ‘Damn Marcus is going to be furious with me!’ she said to herself. Looking at the time, she pulled into the little stable seeing the look on her older brother’s face, which made a shiver run down her back into her boots.
"Hi Marcus, sorry I’m late." She parked her bike on the side of the barn and proceeded over to the riding ring where she was supposed to be teaching, not her brother.
Marcus had no choice but to teach the class himself, again Shannon had let him down and no words  could express the disappointment and anger he was feeling right now.
"Shannon go to my office and wait for me there, we need to have a little ‘chat’ ” He gave Shannon the ever familiar look that she remembered so well; the look she got so many times when she was growing up that told her not to argue with him when they were about to have a heart to heart ‘chat’. Marcus being 12 years older then his 22 yr old sister was forced to grow up fast when their parents were killed in a car crash 10 years ago, and if it hadn't been for the age difference and the fact that Marcus had already been on his own for 3 years, he had decided to raise Shannon himself to give his sis a stable life, but their parents death had seemed to affect Shannon more deeply and on top of everything else she was a handful and a half.
"I’m sorry Marcus, I got held up, please not another chat” To this point Marcus’s ‘chats’ were merely an hour and a half of endless scolding and boring lectures for which she had better things to do then be subjected to; but to keep her brother happy and her staying  in her present position, which was a job she desperately needed to pay her way through university and she needed the money for her tuition fees as one day she hoped to graduate and become a certified  doctor of veterinarian medicine; specializing with horses, so she just decided to put up with it, and deep down she knew her brother only wanted what was best for her, but his lectures were something else.
"Don't start with me young lady; I'm not in the mood for your excuses, whatever they are." He again pointed in the direction of his office and then turned around and went back to teaching the class that Shannon herself was supposed to be teaching. To make matters worse it was also a hot and humid day and all Marcus wanted to do was end the class and head home for the day and just relax by the pool. Instead, he was now forced with having to deal with yet one more uneasy task of disciplining his little sister and her silly antics to which at this point had put him in an even more off mood then he was already in.
Shannon sighed as she headed in the direction to the dreaded office, a place where she and her brother had in the past had many a dreaded ‘chats’ and was about to again. On the way there, she got a phone call. It was her best friend.
“Hey girl friend, want to go out tonight Shannon?" she asked in a chipper voice.
"I would love to, but I’m kind of in a bit of trouble, another time maybe, when I’m free of the ball and chain I’ll be wearing for the next month."
"So?” Her friend asked mischievously, “That’s never stopped you before.” She chuckled.
"Well…” She hesitated in answering. Then realizing that Melissa was right; her brother’s groundings had never stopped her before so why start now? “Yeah ok, what time and where?"  Shannon asked.
"Around 7 at the local pub, ok? See you soon… and don’t be late these guys are cute and won’t be around long."
"Ok bye Melissa." She hung up her phone, opened the office door, went inside, sat down on the leather sofa, and waited anxiously for her brother to return.
‘How am I going to pull this off?’ She thought to herself, but figuring out how she was going to get out on the town tonight was the least of her worries at this point, she’d be lucky if she could even get a pair of jeans on over her bottom after her brother gets through with her.
With the class finished and the horses, back in their stalls Marcus noticed that they were more soiled then usual; taking a closer look, he realized that Shannon hadn't even been here the whole day. "She didn't even show up to do her barn chores, what's gotten into that girl lately? It's not like her to neglect her duties or obligations. Well its time I got to the bottom of her slackness... and fast before she puts our business ‘out’ of business." He then headed up to the main building and towards the office. He opened the door to find Shannon out to lunch on the sofa. Watching his sister sleeping he realized that he couldn't allow her to continue down the road she was heading, it just wasn't the business she was ruining but her life in general. She was always such a happy and contented kid growing up, full of curiosity and a lot of spunk, always wanting to see what life had to offer and she always made sure that she got her share of life’s opportunities. That was until their parent’s death. Since he took her in she began to change for the worse; she became more short tempered, rebellious and anti social. Even as a kid he remembered how Mom and Dad always dealt with him and his kid sister and they grew up by strict and firm methods, methods that he himself firmly believed in. He just didn’t realize that he would have to enforce these principles on his own sister, but he loved her more then life its self and wasn’t about to let her piddle such a promising future away, not while he was around and in charge of her care. He had promised their mother before she died that he would take care of Shannon as she was only twelve at the time, and he was determined to do right by her and keep his promise he made to their mother and continue with the “Family Traditions”.

To Be Continued...

93 views · 6 days ago

Young Men on Maui keep your board shorts fastened and hands to yourself around Woman. Treat um with respect. Be a gentleman. This particular subject "being a gentleman" is so important it is tied to whether you succeed in life or fail.. old school times you'd get the paddle from me if I thought you were being rude/no respect to your Mom/Aunties or girls around you. Those board shorts of yours would be dropped "fast" and a intense paddling would "begin" to get your attention/ always worked driving the point home. My straps and paddles are gone now. Greeter for my church..church has mellowed me out a bit and I got new DaKine ideas to get your attention/drive the point home! Ideas for you to prosper and have a awesome life... hope to see you sometime for a "talk story", no paddle or strap, no kidden....same place every Sunday

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Evan helped Natasha up and sent her to the corner. He instructed her to keep her skirt tucked into her waistband and her panties down. Her round little bottom was quite red, already. She stood facing the corner, and was about to start rubbing her sore backside, but Evan reminded her, that her hands belonged behind her neck, and rubbing was NOT allowed.
She had tears rolling down her face. She really was very cute, in her schoolgirl clothes and pigtails, with that well warmed seat, sticking out, for him to see.

Evan decided, that he'd get her ready for bed, but first he wanted to try his hand at something a little different. Raven's girls were well trained. The tears might be real, or they might be the work of clever acting, but this was fantasy and he intended to enjoy it. Natasha could refuse, but he thought it was unlikely. She had been told about several scenarios, Evan wanted to explore. It was basically her job, to take his cues and ad lib her response. She was good at that, he was told.

He called her out of the corner. “Now, young lady, I understand, when you were asked, why you were not in class, today, you said you weren’t feeling well and had a tummy ache. But the school nurse thought, you were not being truthful, and had, in fact, been running around the village, with several other kids. Is that right?”

“Yes, Sir… But my tummy did hurt. I’d like to go straight to bed, Sir. It is still aching.”

“You would like to skip the punishment, I suppose! I'm not, at all, surprised! So, your tummy hurts? Well, let's get you into the bathroom, and I'll see if I can't find out, if you're sick or not, and maybe I can help, with your stomach trouble.”

Natasha was escorted to the large bathroom, where a lovely bench was set up. She still had her skirt hiked up, when Evan put her once again across his knee.

“I would hate to misjudge you, if you were truly ill, so I'll take your temperature.” Evan applied a little petroleum jelly to a thermometer, and spread her lovely, warm cheeks apart. He added a little jelly to her bum, and very slowly, inserted the thermometer into her tight butt. He waited, but observed, that Natasha seemed to be pushing it back out.
He removed it for a moment and gave her a good round of hard spanks, scolding her, “You know better than that, Missy. You had better keep that, inside your bottom, or you'll be very sorry!!”

Evan re-inserted the glass tube. This time, he tapped on the end to make sure it was snugly situated. He pushed it farther in, just to be sure, and kept his finger on the end, tapping it, as it stuck out, between her well defined glowing mounds. Natasha whined a little bit, but Evan found the whole thing rather delightful. What a lovely sight! He loved her, in her little outfit, especially with her naughty, red, hot bottom laid over his lap, with a thermometer peeking out, between the cherry colored hills of her blushing rump. It was most beguiling! After several minutes, he checked it.

“Ahhh, no fever, at all. Why am I not at all surprised?! But your tummy hurts?”

“Yes, Sir. It does!”, Natasha pouted.

“Well, you're going to feel a lot better, after we clear out any blockages, you might have. I'll be giving you an enema, to relieve your stomach ache, and then I'll get you all nice and fresh, for bed.”

“Oh, no, Sir, please!! I don't believe it's that kind of stomach ache! Anyways, I'm feeling better already!!”

“Well I can't be sure, now, can I, Natasha, because you've already told me several lies, so I AM going to do this. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir! I understand.”

Evan turned the bath water on on low, in the oversized tub and added some bubbles. He prepared the solution, in the bag, then hung it, on the shower curtain pole. He put several big towels on the bench, and told her to lay across it. He decided to add a pillow to raise her up. He lubricated the tip of the nozzle, and put it into her bottom, then adjusted the flow. Natasha was told that she had to remain still. He slowly filled her, with the warm, soapy water. Evan removed the nozzle and then put a small plug into her, just to avoid any accidents. He set a timer for ten minutes, and told her when it rang, she would be allowed to use the bathroom. He left her, while he turned down the bed, and collected some toys for the bedroom. When the timer rang, he removed the plug and told her she could use the bathroom. Afterwards, he'd get her into the bubble bath. She'd be nice and freshly clean all over, for their playtime. He couldn't wait!

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171 views · 6 days ago

hey yall i feel that DOMS need rules too ... set by the sub ... cause we all know the sub had control of this whole thing anyways .. we s ay what goes and the DOM follows her lead... she decides to be bad or to disobey .. so its her that says whats going to happen ..... she / he is in control ..... back up really fast .... 1iam kidding1 lord ya;l breath .. put down you belts whips straps cassy was kidding ... kneels before all of the DOMSs on the site... looking down ... i was kidding ..... giggles runs fast ...... yall are touchy ...

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Now I'm shitting myself, 3 exercises for Master first, hit with body paint on, to get used to feel, hit like a paddle, heat and brand a shoulder of pork then finally use for real.
YIKKEEEESSSS.

165 views · 6 days ago

Can't get to create an photo album as it just directs me to the "confirmation of my email page" like I'm a new user on here. I've been a member on here for at least ten years !
Any suggestions or help on how to create an album will be kindly accepted.

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Decided to start a blog on here to air my views and thoughts. Should have done it years ago I suppose but hey ho you have to start sometimes I guess.
There are some truly lovely people on here and it's a great community.
Want to make some good friends around the world and share what we can.
Im a Dominant of many years but now a Switch of about 5 years. Its made me a better Dom I think and love it.

171 views · 7 days ago

First time blog so please be kind
After a long conversation with my other half a couple of months ago we decided to swap rolls (I have always been submissive) It came as a bit of shock that she wanted to switch roll but I agreed with open mind.
It turns out I'm actually quite good at being a dom and much to my surprise even better at dishing out punishments whether it be making her stand in the corner or sitting on the naughty step to being proven my knee and spanked or bent over and caned
Maybe all them years being on the receiving end as a sub taught me a lot about how to treat a sub
Guessing we have now become switches and both really enjoying our new rolls

Spanking Bailey