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Women are more attracted to men who pay attention, someone who remembers details about them without having to be reminded.
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Has anyone else struggled with asking for a punishment ?? like knowing if you ask for it that It will be worse because you asked for it knowing you cant beg for it to be over when you your self ask for the punishment in the first place ??? maybe its just me but I did receive a punishment last night an he went pretty easy on me so I don't feel that I in fact learned my lesson .. But yet again don't want to ask to be punished .. Undecided ..
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Do you ever wonder at the peculiarities of our desires? Since last evening, I've considered going to American Sewing Expo, Maker Faire, and Bondage Con, and checked Meetups & Fetlife for social events. I'd happily go to Board Games, Beach Bonfires, or Meet&Greet&Beat gatherings. It makes me chuckle at life's absurdities.
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After a few minutes, she pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. “Adam, are you still going to spank me?”
“What do you think, Angel?”
“I think I’d feel better if you did.” Tears started to slide down her face again.
He smiled a weak smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and guided her over his lap. She allowed him to adjust her to his liking. Her bottom was up over his right knee, her feet barely touching the floor. She was grateful that he allowed her to rest her head on the bed. He wasted no time in starting her spanking. The first swat landed hard on her left cheek. Even through her pajamas, the pain was immediate and she cried out. He continued to apply hard, even smacks to her backside. She was soon kicking and trying to avoid each spank. “Hold still, Madison!” he ordered. “You’ve earned this spanking and you will have every last swat!” His anger from the previous night was beginning to resurface and he was really letting her have it.
She tried to do as she was told, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the spanking stopped.
“Madison, I hope you are learning that I will not tolerate you being irresponsible with your safety. You are much too important to me for that. If I have to blister this little bottom of yours every night for a week, I will until I’ve made my point. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Adam!” she wailed. “I’m sooorrrrryyyyy! Please, I can’t take any more. Please!”
“Oh, yes, you can and you will. I’m only getting started here, young lady. When I’m done with you, you are going to remember this lesson every time you sit down for quite some time to come!” He punctuated his last declaration with another stinging slap to her already sore bottom.
When he finished his tirade, he took her pajama bottoms and pulled them down to her knees. Her panties came down next. Her stomach lurched. She didn’t think she could stand even one more swat. And he was only getting started? She seriously doubted that she would make it though this one. Before starting again, he repositioned her so that her bottom was over his left knee. He allowed her legs to fall between his then he clamped her legs between them to prevent any further kicking and wiggling. She was totally at his mercy, and unfortunately for her, he wasn’t feeling very merciful this morning. He was going to make sure that this was one lesson that would not need to be repeated.
Adam drew back his hand and let it fall hard on her exposed right cheek. She immediately cried out as a new level of pain hit her. The assault on her behind continued relentlessly until Madison couldn’t take any more and her right hand flew back in an effort to protect her poor behind. This didn’t even slow him down. He simply moved down her behind and began to spank her very tender upper thighs. She screamed with the new pain, very quickly got the message, and removed her hand. Without missing a beat, he returned to her bottom and continued about the business of painting it a very angry shade of red.
Madison felt herself on that edge, about to slip into hysterics when Adam stopped once again. This time, he stood her up and led her to the bed. He positioned some pillows in the middle of the bed and ordered her to lie across them. She did not move immediately and hesitated near him, wanting desperately to delay the inevitable. Her mind was racing trying to think of something, anything that she could say to convince him that she would never do this again, that he didn’t have to do what he had planned. Her hesitation was rewarded with several sharp smacks to her bottom, and she quickly gave up the stalling and lay over the pillows.
Madison didn’t need to look behind her to know what was happening next. The sickening sound of Adam’s belt being drawn from its loops was unmistakable. Maddy thought she was going to be physically ill again. He didn’t say a word, but drew back and let the leather do the talking for him. Maddy was immediately crying in pain and begging for Adam to stop. He was hearing none of that and continued bringing the belt down on her bottom relentlessly. After 25 or 30 of the hardest swats she thought she had ever endured, Adam stopped.
When the spanking ended, Adam immediately pulled Madison up onto his lap and into a tight hug. She buried her face into his chest and continued to sob for quite some time. The sound of her misery tore at his heart. He knew that he hadn’t stayed his strength much and that she would be sore for quite some time. He rubbed her back gently and tried to comfort her.
“Shhhh….Maddy….please don’t cry any more, Angel. It’s all over. I love you, Baby. You’re forgiven. It’s okay. Shhhhh…I love you.”
“I’m so sorrrrrryyy, Adam. Truly, I am. It won’t happen again. I promise.” She smiled weakly at him.
“Well, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it doesn’t. I don’t think your bottom could take another session like this one. And my heart can’t take another night like last night. Please don’t ever do that to me again, Maddy,” he said, looking into her rather exhausted eyes. He took pity on her and helped her into the bed and took his place beside her. He wrapped her up tightly in his arms and held her close while they both fell blissfully asleep.
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After a while, she came back and fell back into bed, ready to stay there and sleep the hangover away. Adam was having none of that. “How about some breakfast, Sweetie,” he asked. She didn’t have to see his face to hear the smile audible in his voice. He was enjoying this. She cussed him under her breath and slowly got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen with him. He made her some dry toast and black coffee, and sat them in front of her. When she crinkled her nose at it, he gave her a stern look and simply said, “Eat.” She took it for the order it obviously was, and made an effort to get the food down. As they sat silently through breakfast, she kept stealing looks at his face, trying to gauge just how much trouble she was in. His face gave nothing away, making her even more nervous. She wished he would just start yelling and get it over with. Yelling, however, was not what he had in mind.
After she finished her toast, he reached over and took her hand in his, and with the other he tipped her chin up so that he could look into her eyes as he spoke. “Young lady, we have some things to discuss, don’t we?”
“Oh, please, Adam, not right now,” she whined. “I feel badly enough already. Please… can’t this just wait until tomorrow?”
“I’m afraid not, Madison. Now, I want you to go back to our bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute. While you are waiting, I want you to think about what could have happened if you had gotten behind the wheel of your car last night.”
Madison’s heart sank. She knew there was no point in arguing with him. She had learned the hard way that arguing only made things worse. She got up from the table and slowly made her way to their room. Once there, she sat on the edge of the bed, nervously biting her lip waiting for him. She hated the waiting and was positive that this was exactly why he made her do it. He didn’t make her wait long this morning, though, and her heart began to pound as he came in the room, closed the door behind himself, and joined her on the bed.
“Maddy, tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
The absolute truth was she had been thinking how very much she did NOT want a spanking. Knowing better than to share this little fact with him, she did her best to give him the answer he was looking for. “I know that I had too much to drink last night and I was going to drive home that way. I should have called you for a ride, but I didn’t.”
“Well, young lady, that’s a good start. You could have killed someone else last night, or you could have killed yourself. I couldn’t stand it if you ever did anything to take yourself away from me, Maddy.” His voice cracked as he finished the sentence, and the reality of what she had done began to sink in.
“Oh, Adam, I am so sorry!” Tears began to flow. “I am sorry I made you worry, Honey. I’m sorry I didn’t call to let you know I was okay. Most of all, I am very sorry that I didn’t call you and let you know that I needed a ride. I don’t know what got into me.” She was sobbing uncontrollably at this point.
He took his wife into his arms and held her as he softly chuckled. “I know exactly what got into you, dear. I think from the receipt that fell out of your pocket last night, it was about 5 rum and Cokes.”
She continued to cry. “I know, I know, Adam. I swear, I didn’t mean to drink that much! I won’t ever do it again. It was just such a horrible week. It felt good to let it all go.”
“I know it was a bad week, Madison, but that’s no excuse. In fact, it’s no excuse for any of your horrible behavior last week. I love you, Sweetheart, and I am always here to listen to you if you want to talk about what’s going on at work. But I am not here for you to treat like dirt on your shoes because your job has put you in a bad mood. Is that clear? “
A fresh wave of guilt overtook her as she thought about how horrible she had been to him. She shook her head that she understood and continued to cry. “I am so sorry, Adam. Really I am. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Her cries broke his heart, and he held her tighter. “Shhhhhh, Sweetie, please. It’s okay. I’m glad to hear that you aren’t going to be putting yourself in danger like that again. I love you so much, Honey. Shhhhh…it’s okay. I just need to make some things clear to you.” He held her tightly until she was able to pull herself together a bit.
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At the restaurant, the last of Madison’s co-workers were leaving and she reluctantly decided that it was probably time to get home. She glanced at her watch and was shocked. It was almost ten o’clock. Her stomach did a little flip as she realized the trouble she was probably in. However, in her condition, she found it hard to truly care. Stumbling through the parking lot and finding her car, she took her keys from her purse and fumbled to put them into the lock on the driver’s side door. As she was about to open the door, two arms wrapped around her from behind and her small hands were taken into his. Before she had time to scream, she recognized his voice as Adam leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Little Girl, you are in so much trouble. Give me those keys, NOW!”
She spun around to find him giving her a very stern “boy are you gonna get it” look. For some reason passing understanding, she found this very funny began to giggle. Not seeing anything the least bit funny with the situation, Adam took his wife roughly by the arm and marched her to his car and placed her inside the passenger side. He reached in and pulled the safety belt across her, snapped it into place, and stalked around to the driver’s side.
The drive home only served to fan the flames of Adam’s anger. The whole way home, Madison rambled on about her evening like nothing was wrong. She didn’t even think to be sorry for her behavior, for making Adam worry, or for very nearly getting behind the wheel of the car in her inebriated condition. Adam didn’t say a word to her. He simply fumed. Hearing her talk, slurring her words, and giggling over nothing, he knew that she was entirely too far gone for her to understand why he was upset.
Once home, Adam helped her get out of her clothes and into bed. He realized that trying to have a discussion with her at this point would be a futile effort, at best. That discussion would have to wait. He helped her under the sheets and pulled them up over her. “Good night, Maddy,” he said. Her only response was a soft snore. He smiled and looked down at the face of his angel. God, he loved this woman. He was so relieved that she was okay. He didn’t know how he would go on if anything ever happened to her. But she was fine and sleeping peacefully here in their bed. He slid in bed beside her and pulled her close to his chest. There would be time for other discussions tomorrow, but for tonight, he was thankful to have her safely in his arms where she belonged. He took in a deep breath, drew in her scent, and drifted peacefully off to sleep.
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It had been a crazy week at work. There had been critical deadlines to meet and irate customers with which to deal. Madison was physically exhausted and mentally drained. So when her friend at work suggested a stop at a local restaurant for happy hour, the thought really appealed to her. She called Adam to let him know that she would be a little late getting home. Adam was aware of the pressure she had been under and the week she had been through, so he didn’t balk at the idea of her blowing off a little steam with her coworkers. Perhaps it would help to quell the foul mood she had been in all week as well.
“I won’t be long, Adam. Seven o’clock at the latest,” she told him.
“Have fun, Sweetheart. I love you!” he replied. “Oh, and Maddy??? Behave yourself.”
She smiled. “You know me.”
“I sure do, Angel. That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he teased.
She hung up the phone still grinning. To say that Adam was the love of her life didn’t quite do the relationship justice, for Madison felt it was much more than that. He was her very own personal miracle, sent to rescue her from herself and her often-times self-destructive ways. Adam was gentle, caring, and very protective of her, but he also held her accountable for her behavior. He wasn’t one to sit on his hands when she was being reckless, irresponsible, or just simply being a brat. The first time he pulled her over his knee for some much-needed correction, she was almost too shocked to even fight him. She did, however, recover from the shock as the pain began to build, and she began to fuss, fight, and cuss him for everything she was worth. This didn’t dissuade him from his mission, he easily handled her and she was one well-spanked young lady that evening. Since that time, their relationship had grown and they had reached an understanding. Madison would work on taking care of herself, meeting her responsibilities, and curbing her sometimes nasty attitude that was often accompanied by a rather foul mouth. When she came up short, he was right there to take her in hand and remind her of her responsibilities. This was not something she ever enjoyed, so she worked hard to avoid it at all costs. At first it was simply that she wanted to avoid the considerable pain. As their relationship developed, it became more that she wanted to do everything she could to avoid disappointing him. She hated the look in his eyes when she knew that she had let him down. It hurt her almost as much as the punishment that would surely follow. Recently, she had behaved very well and had managed to avoid being spanked for several months –somewhat of a record for her. As she ordered the first round at the bar, she was blissfully unaware that the streak was about to come to a painful end.
The evening started out like any other evening out with the gang from work. But as the second and third rounds were delivered, Madison found herself completely relaxed and without a care in her head. She liked the way it felt. She liked it a lot. Seven o’clock soon came and went and Madison was still going strong. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew she had had too much, but she just couldn’t seem to make herself care enough to stop. She was having a good time, the week from Hell was fading away, and she was feeling no pain.
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Bored. Hyper. Not a damn thing to do here in Mayberry.
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How and when can you differentiate the two?
After almost 3 years of thinking I was a sub/slave, I'm wondering if my title was fool.
I was told different than what others were told. I was also told these people were lying. So I made a fake profile to investigate what I knew all along. They was not the ones lying.
So I ask again. Sub or fool.
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So Ive managed to stay out of trouble some what for that last two weeks .. Although we do regular spanking every Monday to keep me in line we have not done them for one reason or another .. I was really tired last night an, was half way a sleep when I managed to piss off my husband , im not even a hundred percent what I said to him to be honest but he got up an left the room soon after I fell asleep .. when I woke this morning I realized he was upset with me .. so after he left for work I ask why an he hasn't yet told me but did say I am in trouble. an I no that if im not punished regularly I tend to get a bit sassy .. so im wondering what I should receive for my poor behavior ?
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Although your brain is only 2% of your body mass, it burns 20% of your calories daily.
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13 évesen rossz fát tettem a tűzre ezért kikaptam nagyon élveztem amikor a fenekemet verték el nadrágon keresztül azota nagyon izgat a spaking de ennek adását partnert keresek aki alaposan elfenekel akár redszereségel
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1) Where's the best place to get spanking-friendly (i.e. open back) garterbelts in sizes that will fit men?
2) Don't laugh - this is a serious question. Where can I get my rear shaved? I can't quite manage it by myself since I can't really see what I'm doing. And I don't think I'm up for one of those wax things. Will the people who do those shave you instead? If not, who will?
Thanks in advance for any help.
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HOW IS EVERYONE I HOPE GOOD .we will be putting up more movies soon ,thank you
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If you were to have purchased an iPhone piece-by-piece in 1991, it would have cost you a total of $3.56 million.
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Lately I've had to become a little more picky about who I am accepting friend requests from to weed out the fake profiles and those that I don't share many common interests with after being bombarded with friend requests and private messages over the last few months.Anyways in doing so I started to check for people with pictures,blog entries, and those that take the time to fill out there profile information and denying folks that don't.Please tell me I'm not the only one that does this? Apparently in doing so I've ticked some folks off by choosing who I accept friend requests from and who I don't lol because now I am getting nasty messages so to the idiot today that thanked me for the non friendship your very welcome flotsam!
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Today I got a spanking from a good friend who I thought could not bring me to tears. I was so wrong and surprise. My ass is so sore and it is very hard to sit. My ass is still on fire. I know I am going to try to make sure I do everything need to do to stay healthy and happy. I want to live a loner life. I want to achieve my goals that I have set for my life. I am glad that today I got a spanking and I learn that I will not underestimate my good friend again. very sore
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The phone number "867-5309", from Tommy Tutone's hit song, sold on eBay for almost $190,000 in 2009.
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I looked him in the eye, and he had that look of determination.
“Honey, no, please no, not the woodshed.”
He stood pointing, pointing to the back yard, pointing to the woodshed.
When we got married, we made rules. You know the kind, overspending, buying things that weren’t necessary, chores. Those kind of rules. But the rules didn’t just apply to me, they applied to him too. Sometimes it’s me standing pointing to the woodshed, but today it’s him.
I bought some silk lingerie, not too expensive, but not in the budget. And it didn’t matter that they were the kind he especially liked and were in his favorite color and were very, need I say, very sexy. Nooo, that made no difference what-so-ever. He just stood there, pointing to the woodshed.
I put my hands behind my back, slightly bowed my head, put on my best pouty face and rolled my eyes up to look at him. I moved to him, placing my hands on his chest.
“Don’t you think that there are other things we could be doing? You know, the kind of things that make you soooo very happy.”
But he just stood there pointing to the woodshed.
“Oh, baby, we are still going to do those very happy things, but you are going to do them with a very sore bottom.”
Damn, I thought. I stomped my foot and tromped out back.
“Attitude will get you extra.”
I turned and stuck my tongue out at him.
The rule with money issues was one spank for each dollar spent. But I spent $120.00 so that adds up to 130 spanks. The spanker could use any implement they wanted or use multiple implements. And believe me we have plenty of implements.
I went out to the woodshed. We always gave each other about 10 minutes to prepare. We have to disrobe completely and be in position over the bench. I usually get a little nervous at the last moment, and the longer he takes to get here, the more nervous I am. It’s almost a relief when he finally shows up.
He walked in and went directly to the implement cabinet. He seemed to take a few out and put them on the table close to the bench. He came over to me and patted my bottom a few times.
“I picked out 5 implements. There will be 25 spanks with four of them, and 30 with the last. And then that pretty little bottom of yours will be red and swollen and very tender to sit on— at least for a few days.”
I just knew he was grinning from ear to ear. I definitely will be planning my revenge. His time will come soon.
He bent to secure my hands and legs to the bench. He stepped away to grab the first implement. He taps my bottom with what seems to be the wooden paddle. Twenty-five spanks later my bottom is on fire. And trust me, I howled after each spank.
The next implement was his belt. I don’t mind the belt too much. Something about leather, the sound, the smell, leather gets me in the mood. If you know what I mean!
What comes next? I feel the tail of the little whip gently slapping my bottom. Oh, how I hate that thing. But he seems to love it, that is unless it’s being used on him. Twenty-five little red lines criss-crossing my bottom, burning like the devil. Oh, am I ever going to get even with him next time.
Now what, this man is really ticking me off. The strap, and I’m sure it’s the one with the little holes. He always does this, the strap after the whip. Those little holes whistle with every swipe. Red strap marks over thin red welts, I just might divorce this man after this. No one would blame me.
Finally the last implement. NOOOOOOOOOOO, it’s the cane and 30 of them. I won’t be able to sit down for a week or more, and he knows I have meetings the next 2 days. I sure hope he knows that those happy things I was talking about earlier, not happening.
I hear him put the implements away. Then I feel him running his hand over my bottom. Arnica. Blessed arnica. He removes the restraints and helps me stand. He puts me into my satin robe and we go back to the house. He leads me into the bedroom and has me lay on my tummy. The next thing I feel is a cool wet washcloth on my bottom, God that feels good.
He reaches under me and starts to rub my clit. He finds me already wet and waiting. First orgasm. He kneels between my thighs and slightly raises my hips before entering me doggy style.
It’ll be his turn sooner or later. Revenge will be sweet.
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My wife gave me the first spanking of my life on our 6 monts anniversery and took me totally by surprise.
I am like earlier mentioned turned on by seeing women in black leather pants and on that night my wife had decided to give me a treat.
We had dinner reservations and was getting ready to go when she came out of our bedroom.
I was stunned and blown away by the sight.
She had put on her tight black leather pants, 4 inch stiletto ankle boots, black leather jacket and black leather gloves. She looked sooo hot and I was totally speachless.
My wife dressed in black leather from top to bottom. Waau I was so turned on and she knew it.
We went to dinner and had a very nice evening. When we came home we layed on the sofa and watched a movie, when she all of a sudden pushed me up and told me to stand.
I did and she seated herself in the middle of the sofa, looked me straight in the eye and said the most wonderful words. You have been a very naughty boy and I am going to give you a good hard spanking.
I was schocked and stunned when she began to unbuckle my pants and just stood there feeling so confused and very turned on.
She took my pants and underwear down to my ankles at told me to get over her knees.
Feeling embarassed and foolish I obeyed her and placed myself over her leather clad knees and she began spanking my bare bottom with her hand.
She spanked very hard and fast and made my bottom red sore and hot in no time.
At some point I tried to reach back to protect my bottom, but she grabbed my wrist and held my arm away from my bottom with her left hand.
She scolded me for being a naughty boy and spanked me even harder.
I was totally unable to do anything and just had to lay over her leather clad knees and accept my punishment.
Just when I was getting into a panick state of mind and feeling tears in my eyes my wife stopped my spanking.I was told to go stand in the corner with my hands at my side and not to rub my bottom unless I wanted to go back over her knees.
Feeling ashamed of myself I stood in the corner thinking about what had just transpired and my mind was racing.
Then my wife called me out of the corner and as I turned around I saw her standing in the middle of our livingroom with a long thin cane in her hand.
I was told to pull out a dining chair, bend over and keep my hands on the seat. I obeyd her and bend over.
She gave me 12 very hard spanks vith her cane and made me count out every one.
I had tears in my eyes when she finished caning me and my knees was shaking under me in real pain.
I was sent back to the corner for 10 minutes and when my cornertime was over I had to come to her apologize for my naughty behavior and thank her for taken her time to spank and discipline me.
Then I was forgiven and she took me over her knees again and rubbed some cold cream into my sore bottom.
I had never felt so loved and cared for in my life, than I did at that moment and I love her for giving me a chance to liveout my fetish dreams.
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