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This is a spanking site, not a crossdressing site but I wanted to find out if any of you are out there on this site that besides your interest in spanking, you are interesting in crossdressing stuff. For me, dress up is fun and I get to be a person that normally as Ray I would not get or allow myself to be. To me it is fun and theatrical. I do not in anyway have anxiety attacks if I don't get a chance to dress up. As a matter of fact, I have put the whole thing on ice most of my life until recently. Now, I have found some friends and I am having a good time. Nothing against gay people but my crossdressing has nothing to do with being gay.
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Tonight I was paddled especially hard for not cleaning up my mess in the garage. I know I deserved the spanking I received because as of late, I have not been good at cleaning up after myself. Most of the time Daila comes along and catches a mess or two behind me and cleans it up, but this is unfair to her. I should not be expecting that someone is going to clean up after me. Daila is not here on earth to square away the messes that I make, and she should not have to sit around looking at the messes day after day while she waits for me to eventually get around to taking care of it myself. Sometimes she has had to wait longer than a week for me to take care of a mess. To make it worse, she is very O.C.D. about messes and cannot stand to see one. In a way, it tortures her. Regardless, this was just one of my many forgetful, and, or lazy procrastinations that served to cause Daila stress for days. She does not deserve that from me. She is my wife and I love her, I need to grow up and show her the respect she deserves by taking care of my messes. To make things worse, Daila could not park her car in the garage because of my mess and she ended up having to walk out in the rain to get into her car earlier today. So, I was definitely in for it when she found time to get me alone.
It was like as if she changed into a whole other person after dinner. It must have been when she was reminded of it. I think she went out to change the laundry out of the machine or something, and that was when she noticed again. She finally followed me into our room while I went to hit the restroom. When I came out, she had the camera on the tri-pod and ready to film. She had also replaced our white bedroom chair with a shorter red one from the guest bedroom. I am not sure when she did that, but all of those cues let me know that I was about to be in serious trouble. At the time I honestly did not know what it was all about. She sent me to stand by the chair, turned on the camera, and then started asking me if I knew why I was in there. I had a hunch it was the garage but I suddenly realized how many days had gone by since I had made a mess out there and I was a bit afraid to bring it up...just in case that was not what she was actually mad about. I did not want to end up with a double ass beating for some other thing plus the garage...but for some reason I just went ahead and owned up to the garage issue. It turned out that the garage was the problem for her and now I was going to be taught a serious lesson so that I would remember for a long time to come.
I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I was going to end up bent over that chair she had brought into the room. I had also noticed that two of her favorite paddles were out on the dresser, so I was pretty sure by now that this was to be my fate. Bent over and paddled.
I thought she was going to have me strip naked and paddle me like she usually does, but this time she did not order me to take off my underwear at first. The underwear that I was wearing were new ones that she had just bought me a few days before. The night she brought them home for me she had me try them on. She said that she liked the way that they held my package and my ass. So for her own viewing pleasure she had me keep them on for the first part of my punishment. She said later that she enjoyed smacking my ass and not knowing how red it was getting until she pulled the underwear down to get a sneak peak and saw the lovely work she was doing on my bottom. She said she got a rush from the suspense of wanting to pull them down, and when she finally did and could see the stark contrast between the dark colored underwear and the bright red coloring of my singed ass cheeks against the creamy white skin that surrounded the impact area, it made her wet between her legs. This made things way worse for me because now she was fueled by both her anger and her horny excitement. Needless to say, before it was all over I was very sorry for having not cleaned up after myself in the garage.
I really got my ass blistered and even bruised for the first time. To make it worse, she has now decided that starting with this spanking video she is going to make me post them on Spanking Library for sale. She says that whenever she is inconvenienced by my behavior then my ass getting busted is going to start making her some spending change so that she can get some nice things for herself. It is hugely humiliating that she is now going to make pocket change from my punishments. She is having me post a short video here on Spanking Tube to show you all what happened to me. If you want to get the entire video, Daila says she will greatly appreciate your gracious contributions for the hard work she has to do making me stay on the straight and narrow path.
Please visit the store she made me set up at:
The preview video has been uploaded to Spanking Tube already, and should be viewable sometime Monday if it is approved.
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i am definitely always a spankee. i am NOT interested in spanking others or being spanked by women. i prefer otk and only with his hand. the first time i was aware of this fascination started when i was in the first grade. later my friends and i discovered some adult magazines that my dad hid in the basement. we each grabbed one and looked through them. i was stunned (in a good way) when i saw a picture of a beautiful woman lying across a man's lap with her dress up. i couldn't take my eyes off of it. i recently found that picture online and put it as the cover for my favorite photos on this site. but back to the magazines that we found...my sister and her friends were laughing at a picture they found in one of those adult magazines that said it was all about the different kinds of "moons". it had a bunch of pictures all on one page of people's butts. the one that everyone was laughing at was a picture of a pink butt with a handprint on it because the caption underneath said, "moon struck".
sometimes my friends also had a truth or dare game where one of the options was going through a "spanking machine". . i almost always picked that one. lol another time my next door neighbor was chasing me around our ping pong table. he had a toy light saber in his hand and said he was going to give me "a long distance spanking". that surprised and excited me. up until i was in my 20's i thought i was weird to think about that and be fascinated about this topic. even stumbling across the word "spank" in the dictionary by accident when I was supposed to be looking up other words in my classes intrigued me. in one magazine (i think it was Mad magazine) it had a picture of dennis the menace getting spanked and the title said something like: "if dennis the menace's parents had normal patience". i posted that in my pictures on this site too.
the 2 times my dad spanked me for real i was absolutely terrified so that made me wonder why this topic was interesting to me. when Prodigy came out when i was in my 20's i discovered an online adult site and was shocked and thrilled and relieved to see so many spanking categories on there. i finally realized i wasn't as odd or strange as i always thought i was. anyway the 2 times my dad spanked me were when i was 4 years old. the first time was when i ran across the street without looking both ways to play with another kid. i also didn't think to ask my dad if i could go over there so he was doubly mad. he spanked me outside while the other kid across the street watched. the second time was when my sister and i were supposed to be taking a nap. we weren't tired though so we were playing. my dad came into our bedroom one time to tell us to be quiet. the next time he came back in he was in a rage and ordered us to kneel on the floor by the bed and bend over. he spanked my sister first-- really hard. i was howling already because it terrified me to see her so upset and my dad that angry. i also thought maybe he would think he already spanked me... but that didn't work.
a few weeks ago i met a wonderful man who i met on this site. we had been writing long letters daily for months even when i was in the hospital and just last month i finally felt comfortable enough to talk to him on the phone. when i was completely comfortable with him, we finally did meet and got ready for our 1st scene together. he put me in the corner and told me he really wanted me to think about what was coming up. the anticipation was killing me. it seemed like i was standing there forever wondering what i was in for as i heard him moving furniture in the next room. finally he came in the bedroom and asked me if i was ready. i said yes but part of me was wondering if it was too late to say no. he led me to the couch and he sat down. i was standing at his side. he had brought my red chair out in front of him. he asked me to tell him why i was there. it was so hard to think at that moment but i told him i had been lying to the staff in the hospital just so i could come home and when i came home i went right back to starving myself and taking diet pills. he gently pulled me over his lap and lectured me. my head and arms were leaning on the red chair that he brought out and everything else was stretched out over his lap. he already had put my stuffed animal Rusty the cat on there for me to hold onto. i don't remember what else he said because i was just too scared of what was coming next. when he stopped talking he didn't waste any time spanking me very hard with his hand. i remember he told me while he was spanking me that he was very disappointed in me for lying to the hospital staff and not taking the treatment in the hospital seriously. i felt very contrite. he started spanking even harder and faster. to my surprise (and his too) i didn't kick, scream or cry. i just took it and told myself i was never going to take diet pills, skip meals or purge ever again. when he was done with that he told me to look up at the top of the chair. i saw a thick leather belt and then i felt like my heart sank when i realized what that meant. he told me he thought i needed 6 swats with that to really get his point across. he told me to keep my pants down and go to the bedroom and bend over the bed. he came in a few moments later and had the belt doubled over in his hands. he made a few loud snapping sounds with it. i jumped every time he did that. he told me the rules were that i was to look straight ahead, i cannot move out of position or cover my butt, i had to count each stroke and promise something different each time like "i will not skip meals." or "i will not take diet pills...". on about the 4th stroke i made the mistake of saying that i will TRY to remember not to skip meals. he said he didn't want to hear the word TRY. he told me i would have to repeat that stroke and leave out the word try. so i ended up getting 7 strokes. my butt was a little bruised and sore for 3 days. he says he won't use the belt again unless i do something really horrible but if i do and that didn't work then it would be the paddle. i told him i don't want either of those. he told me that's why they are deterrents. so far that is working. i really appreciate his concern and the caring way he treats everybody. we still write and chat every day and i am looking forward to our next meeting whenever that may be.
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I wrote this scenario for one of my friends on here and I thought I'd share it with you too because I'm curious what you would do in this situation:
I'm not sure how to bring this up so I guess I'll just come right out with it... I couldn't sleep last night no matter how hard I tried so I decided that now would be as good of a time as any to see what it was like to drive your car. I knew you were asleep and there wouldn't be much traffic. I've been watching you really closely when we go somewhere and you make driving look so easy and effortless so I thought I could do that too. I just wanted to see what it was like. I didn't feel like waiting till i could finally pass the written exam just to find that out. One of my friends from school did that but she got caught. I didn't speed like she did though. I *tried* to stay under the speed limit. Sometimes the car just went too fast anyway when I would just press a tiny bit too hard on the gas but when that happened I would just slam on the brakes to slow down. I just went around the block a few times but when I got back to the house somehow I missed the driveway and hit the tree. It is still standing but it looks like it won't be for long so you probably should get some tree people to cut it down. There's also a couple of tiny dings and dents and scratches on the front of the driver side...oh yeah the hood doesn't close anymore too. (See my avatar pic I couldn't get the picture to load in here.) When I put the car in reverse it went back really, really fast and I kinda knocked down the neighbors' mailbox. I tried to pick it back up but it is too wobbly to stand up now. I'm sure those things are cheap though. If I can't fix it I'll just buy them a new one. Theirs was ugly anyway. That stupid mailbox put a little dent in the back of the car too though. Don't worry I'll pay for the car repairs and mailbox when I get a job. I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore. I had no idea driving was this complicated. It looks so easy. Who'd have thought, right? LOL Isn't that hilarious? Some day we'll laugh about this. I already am.
Probably a silly question but what would you do if this was your daughter?
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They stopped the Irishman at the airport when he entered USA with a large bag over each shoulder.
On inspection by the airport officals the bags contain old nokia,phillips,htc, samsung ,and many more cellphones.
" Why are you bringing this stuff into USA " asked the the officals.
"Well " said the Irishman " I am visiting my brother, he is a musician ,and he asked me to bring him two sax o phones ".
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I want to apologize for not checking my profile page. I've missed a lot of messages from people and I feel bad. I was just checking my email and not my home page. I'm really not a snob. Someone should really giving me a deserved spanking
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He dreamed Ashley was leaning over him, murmuring something seductive in his ear. She unbuttoned his jeans, her hand sliding into the opening and gripping his shaft.
He groaned out loud and the sound of his voice jerked him awake. He blinked, still in a haze from the dream. Light filtered through the motel room curtains.
His cock was hard and...oh God.
Ashley had it in her grip, stroking his length.
He lay on his side and she pressed against his back, her soft form molded against his hard one. He groaned again. “What are you doing?” he croaked.
“We humans call it a hand job,” she teased, the lilt of her voice like an intoxicating spell whispered in his ear. “But I’m willing to up the ante.” She crawled over him, pulling off his jeans.
He found himself powerless to shake her off, or even to ask her to stop. It was so wrong, but he wanted it, wanted anything she was willing to give to him.
She returned to his cock, gripping it in one hand as she lowered her lips. He shuddered before she even met his flesh, his skin anticipating her wet heat. He reached up and held the headboard to keep from touching her, closed his eyes to keep from seeing her. His hips jolted off the bed the moment she made contact with her mouth.
“Oh fuuu—” He cut off the curse, not wanting to be crude. She deserved better than that. She deserved a much better male than he.
Her lips closed around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the rim.
His toes flexed involuntarily, legs stretched, buttocks clenched as his manhood stood even taller, growing for her.
She gripped him with two hands, sliding them up and down as she brought the head of his cock in and out of her mouth making it feel like she’d taken his entire length into her mouth.
Her teeth grazed him more than once, her jaw too small for his width, but he didn’t care. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted it to stop immediately. He needed to claim her. No. He shook his head, shoving back the beast.
Ashley continued her meticulous torture, humming against his skin, licking, sucking. His knuckles turned white on the headboard, muscles straining.
Cum surged down his shaft. “Oh, God,” he choked. “I’m coming.”
Ashley didn’t take her mouth off his cock, accepting his offering with feminine grace, swallowing with a satisfied smile.
He flipped her to her back and pounced, covering her body with his. His cock, still hard, despite the release, found her slick entryway and was already prodding for entrance before his brain kicked back into gear.
Get off her.
He blinked, rocking his hips so the tip of his cock actually breached her hole. Oh Hallelujah. Nothing felt sweeter than the first parting of her inner lips.
He mustered all his willpower and yanked himself off her. Get a grip, Stone.
The Alpha’s Hunger
When she took a short rest on the floor of her cubicle while working late, the last thing Ashley Bell expected was to wake up with the company’s notoriously hard-assed owner and CEO, Ben Stone, standing over her. The offer of a ride home is a bigger surprise, but the biggest shock of all comes when Ben asks her to work for him as his personal assistant.
Despite some misgivings about his intentions, Ashley accepts the position, but she has barely started the job when a phone call turns her life on its head. Her twin sister has been kidnapped, and the price for her life is Ashley’s help in a secret plot to destroy Ben’s company. But she soon discovers that Ben has a far more terrifying secret of his own.
From the moment he first crossed paths with Ashley, the beautiful young human from marketing, Ben has been consumed by her. When her life is threatened by his enemies he casts aside caution and fights with the rage of a beast defending his mate. Not sure he can trust her, yet determined to protect her, Ben kidnaps Ashley, planning to keep her under his watch for as long as necessary.
Ashley is none too happy with the situation, but a hard bare-bottom spanking changes her attitude… and leaves her begging for more. Though Ben knows a human girl is no match for the fearsome lusts of an alpha wolf, she ignites in him a hunger he can barely contain. Can he resist the urge to mark her as his own and take her harder than she can imagine?
Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Hunger contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Jim (OldJimSlipper) has us in fairy tale mode this week so here's my little ditty. Nothing like Jim's wicked satire, my poem is benign, bland even. In fact, I'll be reading "Little Yellow Hopping Hood" at next week's story hour at the local library. "Excellent," said the librarian, "a cautionary tale." Hmm, can't wait to see how the little munchkins take it. Jim's story wouldn't pass muster. It would make the librarian's head explode.
Little Yellow Hopping Hood
Little Yellow Hopping Hood went off into the woods
To bring her dearest grandmama some freshly baked goods
"Awwww, what a good girl," most people here would say
Alas, dear friends, don't speak too soon, a brat in every way.
She had an awful potty mouth and teased the little creatures
Being disobedient topped off her list of features.
The folks in Mudville rioted, "Something must be done!"
But the locals were too frightened so who would be the one?
Their drover was an honest man and had the purest heart
"Yup, for sure, I'll talk to her. That would be a start."
Well, she pooh-pooh'd all his warnings and had the nerve to scoff
The drover couldn't believe it, that she had blown him off.
"Come here, little lady," the drover said one bright and sunny day
As Little Yellow Hopping Hood hopped along her merry way.
He picked her up beneath his arm and took her to the shed
There he spanked her naughty bum 'til it was cherry red.
He even took her panties down which made her howl and blush
Then he soundly paddled her, a drover in no rush.
The chipmunks watched and giggled, a moose just shook his head
The gossipy geese were whispering, "Would he take this girl to bed?"
No, no, not he, not this drover pure and true
"You improve your ways, little miss, or this is what I'll do.
"Next time I take your panties down I'm going to use my strap
"You can struggle all you want but you won't get off my lap."
There was joy again in Mudville as the news spread far and wide
The pure and noble drover had tanned Miss Yellow's hide.
"Hooray, hooray" they shouted and tossed their hats into the air
He'd spanked Miss Yellow Hopping Hood and did it on the bare!
Milk and cookies for everyone. Yay!
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Daddy's little princess is scared
She doesn't like making Daddy displeased
And tonight when she tells him she knows her ass won't be spared
And once again her titties will be well squeezed
Perhaps if she doesn't say
That could be the way
Would he know though
Would her eyes show
' Hi Daddy' she skips into the room
Trying desperately to appear nonchalant and cool
Straight away she sees his look
His stare all consuming
And her eyes begin to pool
Glistening eyes still eager to feign innocence
But with one look he knows in an instant
That baby needs to confess to him
About something she has done
His little princess now really does have something to worry about
Daddy loves her so much
But won't tolerate her pretence
And when it comes to her he has a good sixth sense.
Come to me my angel he says
And thinking all is well she nods her head
She takes the hand he offers and smiles
And looks bewildered as she is then lead
To the bedroom they swiftly go
she gulps as smartly he closes the door
He draws the seat up close to her and pulls her down upon his lap
He looks straight into her eyes and asks her why he has an urge to find his strap
Daddy please she begins to stammer
I love you so
Please let me go
Go where precious one he asks
I have the feeling you are to be brought to task
Why are your eyes telling me that I need to know
Just what you've done and have you tell me so
Daddy please she tries one more time
Then makes the biggest mistake of all time
I have done nothing wrong
I've not been bad
Please daddy I promise you so
With that he swiftly uncrosses his knees
He tuts and shakes his head
Precious one when will you learn
To err is bad but to lie makes me so sad.
A sad daddy she did not want
She could cope with him being mad
But not sad
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Well, Daila read my last blog post just before bed last night. After which, I was grabbed by the arm and whisked away to the bedroom for a lengthy maintenance spanking.
She got into a nice rhythm with a heavy kitchen spatula and kept up the spanking for several minutes at that pace. When she was done I got another 50 or so swats with the long paddle. My ass was toasty to say the least. I was white knuckling the comforter on the bed for the last 25. Afterward she made me jack off with my stroker toy while she fucked me hard with a thick prostate massager until I shot my load all over her. In fact, I have never shot so hard in my life. It went everywhere.
I went to bed a very happy sub !!!
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I managed to have an accident in the kitchen yesterday - The Grill handle came off! And hot fat got spilled over my left knee (I was wearing shorts) Fortunately, I put an ice pack on quick enough, to save most of the damage, and got immediate advice from a friend, who is a highly qualified nurse, and lives only 5 minutes walk away! - So God is GOOD, It could have been a very great deal worse!
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I haven't been around much lately because well, sometimes life just gets ahead of yoy . things have been so hectic and I'm just plain exhausted. Switchie has been a naughty boy lately, if he doesn't get daily maintenance spanking he acts out. So today we're off to the beach, I can relax and refuel and then I can teach him a lesson tonight.
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I am 27 yrs old, not looking for ANYTHING SEXUAL...I have a DOM/SIR out in GA.. We are in a long distance relationship, and it is hard for me to get what I need,and it is hard for him to give me what I need..THIS Is What I am Looking For:
A Stable Guy that is older than me
Someone who knows about the lifestyle and is experienced
A Guy who is Safe Sane Consensual
A Guy with no criminal record
A Guy that is not a druggie
A Guy not looking for something SEXUAL
A Guy who will allow safe words
A Guy who can be stern and strict
A Guy who is experienced in giving Otk spanking, with the following implements ( paddles, wooden spoons, hair brush, belt, bath brush) Nothing Else..
A Guy who will be trustworthy and reliable!!!
Please help me find this Disciplinary!!
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I stood up and pushed the table back a little, I saw that both Mick and Marie had noticed my erection under the cover of my pajama bottoms. I then rearranged the living room furniture slightly, the sofa I pushed back to the far wall, I then dragged one armchair into the centre of the room. By the time I had finished my furniture arranging, Eva had returned dressed in her jimjams and carrying a large sports bag, the type used by tennis players.
She then unzipped the bag and got out the toys, laying them all out on the kitchen table for general perusal.
I then weeded out the harsher implements, the ash paddle, the Lexan paddle, the rattan cane and the tawse were all put safely to one side. I also removed the two floggers, as they did not fit in with this particular game.
Then I sorted out the cards, explaining as I went.
"We will play with the one, two, three and four of hearts. Each card represents the time being spanked, one minute, two minutes, etc. Clubs will be the play cane, or the wooden rule, for that we use the six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. Spades will be the light wooden paddle or the leather paddle, again we use cards six to ten. Clubs trumps Spades should there be a draw on those two suits. Any questions?"
Content that everyone understood the rules I then mixed the chosen cards from the two packs together, meaning there was always a possibility of two winners or two losers in each deal. The four of us then sat around the table for the first deal.
I looked at my card, the nine of spades, so I was confident that I was pretty safe, or even the winner. I could see Eva was not so sure as she looked at her card, nor was Mick. Marie was positively beaming as she looked at hers.
"Let's turn them!" I said.
I was right I was safe, so was Mick with the seven of spades, Eva had only the four of hearts.
"Looks like it's me and you!" Marie said gleefully as she turned the ten of Clubs.
"Eva, that's four minutes across Marie's lap for a spanking," I informed my wife, as I stood up to set the timer on the microwave.
I could tell Eva was not that thrilled at the prospect of her much younger workmate baring her bottom to give it a good tanning. That, however, was the game, and she had known the possibility from the outset.
As Eva stood to the left of Marie, who was now seated in the armchair, I pressed the button on the microwave. Marie then eagerly pulled down Eva's PJ bottoms, having a long and lingering look at my wife's pussy, she then announced.
"Eva you really need a bit of a trim down there, you looking quite nineteen seventies." Thus setting the tone for the evening, she then hauled Eva across her lap.
For a first time spanker, she proved to be very efficient. She spanked slowly, but firmly. She also made sure that there were no spots left untreated on Eva's derriere. Long before the bell went, Eva's bottom was sporting a quite rosy hue, and Marie managed to elicit more than a few gasps and grunts in the process.
As the bell went, Marie then upped the ante somewhat, before helping my wife to her feet, she casually dipped her middle finger into Eva's pussy.
"Mmmh a little damp in there!" She exclaimed as Mick sat mesmerised by the whole proceedings.
Eva, on the other hand, looked quite embarrassed and flustered as she stood up, trying to get her pj's back up as quickly as possible.
Marie was taking to it all like a duckling to water. Also, it turned out that she had the luck of the devil.
She did not lose one hand, but for that matter neither did I.
Every single hand saw either Eva or Mick getting some sort of bottom roasting!
Eva got spanked by myself, Marie, again, and also from Mick. On top of the spankings, she also received an eight-stroke caning from Marie.
Mick came in for a spanking from both Marie, and two from Eva, plus what looked like a very harsh rulering from his wife.
All the time that the games were going on, the wine kept flowing, and what little inhibitions were there at the outset were well gone by an hour into the playtime.
Then I turned my card over, and I knew I was screwed, the three of Hearts sat the there in my hand.
We put our cards on the table, and Eva had the nine of spades, Marie the ten of spades, then Mick turned his, he too had the three of hearts. Marie had won the first double punishment of the night, and she could not wait to get started. She seemed to leap up from her chair at the table and raced over to the armchair.
Needless to say, Mick, and myself were slightly less keen to get started than Marie. It also looked as though Eva could see the funny side of me getting an arse whacking from someone sixteen years my junior, going by the grin on her face.
"Right boys, let's have you over here, please!" Marie said, indicating with pointed fingers where she wanted the two of us, as she flopped down onto the chair.
I stood to the left of Marie, and Mick took up his place to her right.
"OK boys, drop your drawers!" Marie said as she gleefully licked her lips.
With no real choice in the matter we both obeyed, we were left standing there with our pyjama bottoms at our ankles, it was quite obvious that Marie was comparing our manhoods against each other.
“Two little soldiers are not quite standing to attention yet,” She said, then reached her hands out to grab both of our cocks. “I'll have to see if I can put that right!”
She then started massaging us both at the same time, slow even strokes up and down the shafts of our dicks.
“These soldiers must be from very different regiments...this one,” She said as she gave my cock a hard, and quite harsh tug. “is quite short, but also quite thick...a Tower Of London Beefeater I think! This one though,” She said giving her husband a similarly hard tug, causing him to grunt aloud. “I think is a Guardsman, so tall and slim!”
Marie then started to giggle, though in fact it sounded more like a drunken cackle. I looked at Mick, our eyes met, I silently signaled to him with my eyebrows, looking down at his wife. He seemed to understand what I meant, as he said.
“Please Tom...sort her out will you?”
On this question I didn't need to be asked twice, I grabbed Marie's hand away from me and hauled her up to her feet. She looked at me, blinking in disbelief; then the penny dropped as to what was about to happen.
“No! It's not fair...I won!” She stuttered out.
“Yes, but you have had this coming to you all evening young lady,” I told her, as I sat down in the armchair and hauled her across my lap, before she could complain any further.
As she fell forward her short nightie rose clear of her little pink knickers, I spent a moment or two admiring the tiny flowery motif before declaring.
“And we don't have any call for these do we?”
I then hauled her knickers down, right down till they were around her ankles.
“It's not fair!” She complained again, her voice now quite whiny.
“Actually my dear, it is quite fair,” I told her, as my hand glided over her pale bottom. “though not for very much longer!”
I then delivered my opening salvo, a rapid tattoo of full palm hits, not in any alternating pattern, just quick and random, each slap being a surprise to her as to where it would land.
There was no need to set the timer on the microwave for this spanking; this spanking was going to last until all of that fair bottom of hers had taken on a nice rosy glow. Then my intention was to hand her over to her husband.
However, a quick look at Mick told me otherwise. I could see by him now blatantly rubbing his cock, that he was more than happy to remain a spectator to his wife's chastisement.
For the first couple of minutes, Marie wriggled, complained, and then wriggled some more. She was wriggling so much that at one point I thought I was going to lose her off my lap!
Then as the colour of her cheeks went from pale pink to an almost scarlet hue, she quietened down. Her complaining was replaced by a gentle mewing, her wriggling became slower, a more controlled rising and falling on my lap. I could feel her naked belly, massaging my still bared and now fully erect cock.
She was into it!
Completely and utterly into having her bottom tanned.
I was pretty sure of this, but for the sake of science, I felt that I should check for definite. I stopped spanking her, I heard and felt, a disappointed sigh come from her as my hand stopped beating at her arse cheeks.
That sigh was replaced by a deep gasp, as my middle finger delved into her wet, moist fanny. My ring finger then accompanied my middle finger; she gasped louder as I probed deeper. Then without any preamble or warning, I withdrew both fingers and hauled Marie back to her feet.
“Eva,” I called over to my wife. “I think it is time for bed now! We can leave Mick to continue where I left off.”
With that, we both retired to the bedroom.
Minutes later, we heard the sound of the ash paddle landing upon Marie's bottom, I then kissed Eva and whispered to her.
“I think we have a couple of converts here.”
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Views: 116 · Added: 12 days ago
As the girls watched the movie, and I sorted out the cards into their individual suits, I noticed Mick was starting to take an interest in the film. I had previously noted the expression upon his face at the mention of spanking.
You see it frequently goes one of these three ways when spanking is mentioned.
A look of total horror and disgust.
A gleeful grin.
Or a look of not very well hidden fascination.
Mick's face held the look of hidden fascination, so it was indeed promising for later I mused.
By the time the first spanking scene had appeared on the screen, I was pretty confident that we had Mick interested. By the time that James Spader had said, "pull down your pantyhose now, don't worry I'm not going to fuck you!", I knew we had Mick hooked; as his eyes were now glued to the screen.
Now more than a little agitated, and more than a little tipsy, Mick finally asked me what I was doing with the cards.
"I'm splitting the two packs into their suits, just in case Eva feels like some fun and games after you two go back to your caravan. Watching that film always sets her up for a bit kinky fun." I informed him with a knowing wink.
"I heard that," Marie shouted over. "we might not be going if the rain keeps up!"
"Then all my efforts with the cards will have been wasted!" I replied, making light of the situation.
"How does the game work then?" Marie asked, then added. "You never know, we might want to have a game!"
I quickly looked at Mick; he seemed a little surprised, but importantly, not outraged. Then I explained the game as simply as I could.
"It's quite simple really, high card wins, the lowest card loses. The winner is the top; that is to say the one doing the whacking. The loser, is the bottom, the one that gets whacked, obviously a draw speaks for itself, be that winning or losing." I told my now quite fascinated audience. "The suits are a little more complicated; hearts a suit of romance, what could be intimate than a good hand spanking? Clubs, sometimes called canes, result in a caning. Spades, they look a little like a paddle, so paddle it is. Diamonds...now they are hardcore, real punishment level, so that suit is omitted, at least for tonight anyway. Of course, that is if you two, do want to play?"
Marie hung back, waiting to see what her husband's reaction would be. Mick nodded slowly, agreeing, but still somewhat deep in thought, so I decided to make a few things clearer to him, and also to Marie for that matter.
"A few other things to explain, all punishments are carried out on the bared bottom, two reasons. It's more erotic, and you can see what damage is being done, it is meant to hurt, but not to injure."
No signs of any complaint so far from either Mick or Marie, at that little bombshell.
"Also, complete discretion is required?"
They both nodded to this, Mick nodding quite vigourously, clearly that had been the lingering doubt within him.
"Would you both like to go to our room and get changed into your night things?" Eva interjected, sensing that I had gained their agreement. "It will be a lot more comfortable, and practical."
Marie practically jumped up at Eva's words; Mick was a little slower, a tad more reticent to actually getting the ball rolling.
To be honest, I too had my doubts, as I'm very much a hetero guy, and not that keen on spanking, or being spanked by another male. Though my keenness on baring Marie's cute little arse, did outweigh that reservation somewhat.
I have admit when they came back I was surprised at their attire, I for some reason expected them to both be wearing pajamas, Mick was indeed wearing pajamas...sorry a lounge suit.
Marie though was wearing a very short, almost Baby Doll, pink nightie, with clearly seen matching knickers underneath, also just as clearly seen was the lack of any bra!
Her nipples were erect pushed against the thin almost translucent material, clearly she was excited, or we need to adjust the heating thermostat.
"So what now?" Marie asked; a picture of sexy innocence personified.
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So, it was very much a case of good news and bad news.
My wife's friend and I must add much younger friend Marie was up for a little try at some "fun spanking" games.
That was the good news; the bad news was that she would only "play" if her husband played also. She somehow seemed to think that to play with my wife and I could be viewed as her being unfaithful.
I suppose to some people having a virtual stranger pulling down your wife's knickers to spank her bare bottom. Could indeed be construed as some sort of infidelity, so she would play only if Mick went along with it and joined in too.
Not really such bad news you may think, which in part you would be correct, the trouble was though that Marie was too nervous to brook the subject with her husband. So it was left upon me to come up with a plan.
Of course, I could have just said, "Mick how do you and Marie fancy some kinky sex games with me and the missus?"
Not really a viable option and I'll hold my hands up now for the reference to "kinky sex games", but that is the way that most non-spankers look upon spanking!
I know that many in the spanking/CP community look at it differently, look upon it as a non-sexual physiological predisposition. Let's face it though, for most of us, when all is said and done, it is a sexually driven fetish.
So I hatched a little plan, a plan that relied on one of the world's most unpredictable things, the English weather!
We have a static caravan on a site high up the Northumberland coast close to the Farne Islands. When I say a caravan it is more like a small chalet, it has a large kitchen/lounge area, a double bedroom and a fully fitted bathroom. It is situated towards the back of the site, on the end of the final row so that we only have neighbours to the right of us, so ideal for privacy.
Eva invited Marie and Mick to join us for a week long break at the site. We booked the caravan next door to ours for them to use the plan being, was that in early October in Northumberland should guarantee some bad weather?
Who would ever think that we would have a mini Indian Summer after the truly awful summer that we had just endured. That is what happened though five days of uninterrupted sunny and dry weather. So it looked like my little plan was about to come to naught.
That was until the Thursday, at last we had a bad weather forecast, heavy rain due in the evening. So we had the choice of either going home a day early, going to the pub or a night in at our caravan watching DVD’s. Of course, the ladies chose the latter, as that was the plan from the outset of our little break.
Also with the forecast being so awful, Eva had suggested to Marie that they should maybe bring their 'night things' with them. You know, just in case the rain did reach the monsoon-like proportions that were being forecast. Then to save them getting soaked, they could crash down on our sofa bed in the living room.
Prior to them arriving, I opened up a couple of boxes of wine, one red, one white. To be honest, I've never been a big fan of boxed wine, much-preferring bottles. But with the boxes being impossible to see into, and with constant little top-ups, it becomes really hard for anyone to keep track upon just how much they are drinking.
Of course, Marie did not need the 'loosening' effect that alcohol brings, but Mick, on the other hand, may of.
I sat at the table in my pajamas - sorry, lounge suit - as Eva insists on calling my pajamas, playing patience with a deck of cards.
As I had expected, Mick came over and joined me at the table while Eva and Marie clucked on about which film to watch.
As I poured Mick a drink, he insisted on talking about football. Now in fairness, I quite like Mick, but as with so many TV football fans, his default setting was to support Manchester United.
Which is not that unusual, but, annoying when he kept on insisting on referring to them only as United. As if they were the only club in the world with that word in their name.
Around these parts you see, most people, myself included, support Newcastle United. So having him referring to the residents of 'the theatre of Catalan nightmares' as just United irked me somewhat, but I digress.
Marie was now making a big show of going through our DVD collection. Though only certain ones were out on display, the racier, and more watched films were safely tucked away in a drawer in the bedroom.
"I've always wanted to watch this one, is it any good?" Marie said, holding up a copy of Secretary.
As Eva extolled the virtues of that particular film, Mick asked me what it was about, as he had never even heard of it.
"It's alright," I said, doing my best to sound disinterested. "I always think of it as being a bit of a chick flick, it's a sort of spanking comedy. Not enough jokes...or spanking in it for my taste though. Then again what am I to know, I thought 'The Crime At St. Thomas' should have got an Oscar for best foreign screenplay!"
"The what?" Mick asked, in evident confusion.
"It's like a Czech version of St Trinnians," I informed him, I'm sorry, I know, but I just like to have my little jokes.
Views: 247 · Added: 13 days ago
I am wondering how many other submissives out there just know in their heart when they are in need of some maintenance spanking or preventative correction.
For me, I pretty much need constant management by Daila. I need to be ordered around, stripped, inspected, manipulated, and often laid across the edge of the bed for a sound thrashing.
If a few days go by and Daila does not have time, or is not in the mood to dominate me, I get very cranky and out of sorts. What happens next is that I just end up getting into trouble with Daila more because I end up in this frustrated state that leads to me eventually saying something that I don’t really mean, or doing something that I wish I had not done. I think Daila would find that things would run much smoother in the house if she would make dominating me a top priority. Sometimes, something as simple as ordering me to insert a butt plug and clean, or having me jack off in front of her for her enjoyment, would do wonders for my psyche and keep me under proper control. There are other times when she really needs to bend me over, pull my pants down and blister my ass for a few minutes just to show that she is the boss. That is when I feel the best in our relationship. For reasons that are unexplainable, I find comfort in having a good maintenance spanking.
I wish she would understand that punishment for some misdeed is not the only reason to get a spanking, and that I would appreciate the loving care of a spanking that is administered for proactive direction and re-direction. I know I need this.
Daila and I had a thing going on where I could come to her and advise her that I was getting into a foul mood, or that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Upon hearing this she would often take me to the bedroom and take care of that need in a very dominating manner.
These were not good boy spankings...they were treated just like a punishment. I would be spanked hard for a few minutes in order to get my attention re-focused and calm me down. It always made a huge change in my attitude and our days seemed to flow much better when this was the rule.
I think it is that way for most of us submissives. I think we crave the love and attention that is given as part of a maintenance spanking. It is an act of loving care when our dominants take time to set us straight like this. For me, I feel even more love from Daila when she is the one to notice that I am in need of maintenance and take it upon herself to order me to the bedroom.
I would like to know if it is the same for the other submissives reading this blog. Please start a conversation in my comments.
Views: 260 · Added: 13 days ago
I think once one enters and accepts a spanking life style they start to open up to more ideas of what spanking can do. I started with this is only for discipline. Then i realized my stress level dropped after a spanking. Then i started being more of a switch who truley loves to recieve mild spankings. SO never be close minded be open to new ideas.
Views: 379 · Added: 13 days ago
Just some fluffy Friday fun.
I read recently that 2015 marks Frank Sinatra's centennial, his 100th birthday (b. December 12, 1915). I wandered over to Youtube to listen to some of his music. Thus...
You know you're a Spanko if...
...you listen to Sinatra's "Embraceable You" and get a little shiver when he sings, "Don't be a naughty baby. Come to papa doooooooo."
Liberate your kink mojo for for the Spanko challenge:
"You know you're a Spanko if..."? (Drawing a blank? Our profiles are full of these.)
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Views: 161 · Added: 13 days ago
I'm into spanking - either giving or
(preferably) receiving. Because I'm a purest in this art form, sex is a secondary consideration. As such you can be assured that I will not take advantage of you.
No cash, just true spanking fun.
What are your thoughts?