Well this morning has been a bit stressful. I was taking my best mate to a hospital we've never been to in Liverpool. For 9am so very busy roads during peak hour.
Last night I went to the theatre with my mother in-law and her fat club friends. We had a ball, lovely meal and fantastic show of Oliver.
Only down side was I always drive so can't have a drink but I did have a few sips of my mother in-laws wine.
But she was also able to tell me how to get to the hospital.
So I felt confident in going. I'm a very nervous driver going somewhere I don't know.
My best friend has a few lumps in her boob, 2 unknown lumps were clear, but the one you can feel they don't know what it is. So she had to go to the breast clinic at the women's hospital to have it vacuumed out for a biopsy.
Her appointment was 9 am.
Last night I got home at midnight, woke at 2.30 am, usual for me if I'm worried about getting up. Why I don't know coz I never sleep well. I came downstairs, made a coffee and had a few biscuits watching the soap opera that I missed last night.
I watched both shows then think I dozed a bit coz I next looked at the clock and it was 4.30 am. So made my breakfast, the dogs looking v confused at why I was getting dressed at only 6 am. The boys were both still asleep so I was trying to be v quiet. I left the house at 6.45 am.
Picking my friend up we headed off, got to the theatre then turn left as my mother in-law told me, but looking at the map, I think I missed one turning to continue up the right road. As with all cities, its a one way system, so each time I missed the turn I had to go round again. We found a multi story car park, get to the barrier for a ticket and couldn't get one. A supervisor came to us saying this is a staff car park only. I had a queue of traffic behind me so he guided me out, and he told us how to get to the right one. Mmmm round and round we go, seeing the same sights, over and over, good job we gave ourselves 2 hours to get there.
You can guarantee I will never find a place easily. I have no sense of direction, neither has my friend. Every time we saw a sign for carpark, I was in the wrong lane, so round we go again.
6 times for gods sake lol.
Eventually we find the right lane and find the carpark, easily got a disabled parking space, we had to cross a v busy main road to get to the hospital entrance.
Then comes the 10 mile hike up and down corridors, up and down lifts until we found the correct clinic.
We've both had a v nice well earned coffee and now my friend is in the clinic. I wasn't allowed in with her, which is what she wanted.
Hopefully it won't be too painful for her, as its being sucked out like a Dyson vacuum cleaner.
At least we could both laugh about it, I wouldn't want to come here on my own. I hate stressful journeys like this. No doubt Master wudda got us there first time, but he's working today. My friends mum was on holiday so she couldn't take her, but she's more like a sister I never had, best friends for 42 years.
WOW 42 years, that's such a long time. And we would do anything for each other.
Anyway just have to cross fingers that its nothing to worry about, she has more health issues than I do now. But she was in the Navy and led a v crazy wild lifestyle of booze and ciggies for years.
The journey isn't over though until we head home on the road we know. There's a big Costco in Liverpool, so if we can get there I will know the way home. Don't think we will go to Costco though, my back is pounding already. But we did need to go to the Chinese supermarket as we pass it. If we find the right way! Our intention is to get the map up to take us to Costco, the sat nav should get us there. But what are the promises we take 6 + times to find it.
Well the journey home was great, easy to get to the place we knew, stopped at the Chinese supermarket for few bits. Found a large steel spatula with holes that I thought could be an interesting toy and cheap. So got that too.
Then we went to one of our favourite pubs for a coffee then lunch. Both of us had calamari, yummie, and new for me, the crispy chilli beef and salad. All salad I could actually eat. It was so tasty. I will have that again and understand why she has it every time we come. We had another coffee back at my friends house, her mum arrived to check up on her. So we had a little chat then I left, absolutely exhausted. I haven't started my lines yet, so I may ask Master if I can leave them today and do double tomorrow. Or try and do them later on. I will ask and see what he says. My sketch is near enough finished ready for the weekend Show and Tell Sketch day. May make that tomorrow so I can start the third and final sketch for the dinner party story. Its been quite fun doing 3 separate pictures for the single event.
This trip will be yet another amusing story to tell people in the future.
I've had fun telling Master when I got home. Its never simple whenever I have to go somewhere.
IAM a good girl every day. If anyone says IAM not then they will have to say it to my face. I have done no wrong for long time. And wanting to be a little naughty won't matter will it. ... Evil smile who is going to stop me ... Noone that's who. Hugs y'all
I've been into spanking all my life, and have been spanked many times. I now live in an out-of-the-way place where no professional services are available. So I have to travel, and I can do that, but I'm having a hard time finding what I want. My travel area includes western PA, parts of WV and VA, and maybe eastern Ohio. Anyone have any suggestions for a strict-but-caring mature lady? Thanks.
Loosely adaptly from "It Was Only a Shandy in Old Shanty Town"
The Ink Spots
Woodshed in Old Woodshed Town
It's only a woodshed in old shanty town
It's shingles so blown off you hear every sound
The strap is still there, in fact now a pair
But in that tumble down shed
With It'my bottom strapped red
There's not a place in this world that I'd rather be.
It's about four miles from town and just can't be missed
It's where grandpa took me when he was pissed
The stool's in it's place, my heart starts to race
It was on that old stool
Grandpa taught me the rule
He was faster, effective than all those at the school
Now we have houses in old condo town
The suburbs, the exurbs, the working man's crown
Gazebos and fountains, gatdens blazing with red
They'll instill no more dred than did Grandpas's old shed
Toss all your timeouts, groundings, and gazebos,too
Grandpa's shed and his belt will be better for you.
In Masters work they are given the opportunity to go to concerts at the Glasgow SSC Hydro Arena. The company is given a private box with an open bar and food.
Master has put his name down for certain things but never had his name drawn until Tuesday.
He won 2 tickets to see James Arthur, supporting act Ella Henderson.
There were a few factors we had to discuss though.
Its a good 5 hour journey so we would have to stay over.
As its a free bar, we most certainly should stay over.
Could Master get time off work?
Would there be any hotel rooms available?
Master tries to use the same hotel group as he earns points, then we can use the points to go for a free night.
Who else from his work were going, he didn't want to go if he didn't like the other 5 people.
Plus did we really want to go?
Honestly it would be a shame not to go, one girl he works with went a while ago and all they did was stay at the bar and didn't bother with the concert.
We both only like 1 song he sings and not a big fan of the girl.
They were both on the UK X Factor, James Arthur won a few years ago, he went on a drug binge after that then cleaned up his act and started singing again. He always looks so bloody miserable when he sings.
The following day Master messaged from work to say he has booked Monday to Wednesday off, that way we will travel up on Monday, Tuesday daytime we could use the spa or see a bit of Glasgow, or chill out and have some fun in our room. Bet you can bet what I fancy.
Then the concert in the evening, Wednesday time to recover before the long drive home.
Its quite exciting, I've never been to a concert with Master and never been in a private box. Plus it will be great to have some time with Master again.
What a great thing to look forward to in two weeks time.
I've a feeling Master might get quite pissed on a lot of jack Daniels with coke, one guy going is known as the Jagermeister man as he drinks loads of it and expects everyone to join him. I've never had one, smelt the stuff when our son wanted a bottle for a party, it smelt disgusting. But it may appear rude not to join in. I'm not much of a big drinker these days, but if there's Sambuca in the bar, I most certainly will enjoy that.
It was more than the words,
it was the tone that she heard
in his voice—it stilled her,
it chilled her, made thoughts
disappear, brought shivers,
his breath in her ear—it turned
her to stone, cut her quick
to the bone, brought her to tears—
No, it wasn’t fear, but he alone
possessed such a voice, removing
all element of choice, and she
was powerless but to concur…
Yes, it was his voice,
his voice alone,
the quiet force of his tone,
his resolute command,
and when he took her in hand,
as it were...
then it was her voice,
to her surprise,
with a trembling sigh,
(With a nudge and a wink to Tisiphones)
I plan to travel around the Baltimore-Washington areas between 11/28 and 12/1 in case any naughty girls of varying ages out there care to have a total stranger stop by and administer some OTK consequences for their wayward behavior. Stops include Salisbury and Frederick, Maryland, and possibly Charlottesville, Va.I can direct you to my Facebook page and a professional oriented site so you can get to know me at least a little before making a decision. I can spank pretty hard, but deep down I'm truly harmless.
This was my type of video, consensual and fun. Sound was great and the sequence unbeatable(!), from the taking off of the slipper to the 'commands' to drop the pants, then pass the jokari. And the timing perfect. But the highlight? For me the fitness of the partner, the spanker. The last time I saw abdominal muscles like that was when a woman with a bare midriff ran past me down a mountain side.
I have add new pictures in my photo albums.
Amateur's girls who show their bottoms : update with new photos 11/9/2017
Naughty boys deserve to be spanked : new photos 11/8/2017
Girls in tears : new photos 11/8/2017
Girls with red bottoms : new photos 11/8/2017
Over the knee spanking : new photos 11/8/2017
Spanking of schoolgirls : new album 11/8/2017
“Janie? Is that you, baby? Oh my God, I thought I'd never get to talk to you again!! Are you alright?? I'm so sorry.”, his voice cracked in despair. “I feel like the biggest idiot. I ruined everything. I- I don't know how to fix it!”
“I know, Evan!” Janie began to cry. “I want to see you so badly! What are we going to do? My Daddy is so angry! I thought it was all part of the training, I didn't know you'd promised my father you wouldn't do those things! Evan, how could you?!”
“I just wanted you so much, Janie…. We'd been together all summer, then finally... we were alone. We were in love and getting married anyways. It didn't seem that important, what we did and when! I never dreamed… never thought for a minute, he'd come barging into our room! Janie, I know it was wrong, but it's not like I took your virginity.”
“I know…. I'll try to sneak out... over the fence in the back. Can you meet me, Evan? On Church Hill? That gate is locked at night and the guard only checks it, on the hour. Come at 2:30. If I don't come out, go home. I can't risk calling you again from here. I'm scared to death he'll wake up… but it's our only chance and I don't know when I'll get another one!”
“I'll come, baby. It's 1:45 now. I'm at my Dad's. I have to get ready, it's a long ride. I'll meet you, I love you! Janie, pack a bag…. Maybe we can get someone to marry us and then they'd have to let us be together!”
“I love you too, Evan! I'll bring it, but hurry, hurry, Evan. We only have a little window of time!”
“I'll be waiting, honey.”
“I love you.”
“Me too.” Evan sighed in relief. It was all going to be okay. She still loved him.
David King was listening to a recording of their conversation through the surveillance system, while the two rushed to get ready. Did Janie think that she could waltz out of his house in the middle of the night? Did Evan, think he could just pull up on some back road and pick his daughter up and drive away with her? THAT was not going to happen!!
Evan turned onto Church Hill Road at 2:20 am., with only his running lights. He was so nervous. He popped a mint into his mouth and pulled down the mirror on the visor, to make sure he looked alright. The road was pitch dark. He couldn't see anything and he didn't dare put on his headlights because it would call attention to him. Suddenly, the passenger door swung opened and David King got into his car.
“Not who you were expecting? Did you think you were going to pick my little girl up like a hamburger at a drive thru and run off with her?”
Evan sat silently. He remembered clearly, their last encounter. He was too scared to say a word to Janie's father. David had picked him up like a rag doll. He'd pulled off his belt and whipped him from his shoulders to the soles of his feet. It had all happened so fast Evan hadn't had a chance to defend himself. The truth be told, he was too frightened fight back. He'd curled up in a ball, begging for mercy, while The Dragon King beat him. Evan knew David had no respect for him anymore. He couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't provoke him.
“Cat got your tongue, Evan? You drive around to the house. Janie won't be coming out. But you and I, we're going to talk. You want to try to fix this mess you made? We'll just see what you're made of soon enough. I left a sniveling boy on the floor of that hotel room, and believe me that is nothing compared to what I WILL DO TO YOU. So you start thinking about that! You're going to have to walk through fire to get to my daughter again. NOW DRIVE!”
Evan's hands trembled on the steering wheel. He didn't trust himself to speak and he knew if he did, David would verbally eviscerate him.
He only hoped that he might, at least see Janie for a minute. Evan had signed his freedom away, to be part of this community and he was subject to their judgement and their punishment. They were both impossibly tied to this place and although Janie could go, she'd leave with nothing. She wasn’t going to make it out there alone. Evan had nothing to offer her and why should she suffer for his mistakes?! He'd try to get through this for her sake. They still had a chance, however small.
The house was lit when Evan pulled through the gate. He followed David in the door and through to the study. A security guard stood outside the door and David nodded at him as they entered. Janie was there, her hands on her face crying. She looked up and saw Evan and ran to him. David did not interfere. He let them have their moment. He had to let the boy seal his own fate. The more he tried to keep them apart, the more determined they would be to be together.
“Sit down, both of you.” David sat as his desk and waited for them to be quiet. They sat side by side on the leather sofa, holding hands.
“First of all, you broke your word to me and you violated my daughter! You've taken something from her that was not yours to take, her innocence! Only by God's grace is her virginity in tact. Now, I could bring you in front of the Council and have you run out of here, and you well know the reach of our influence. You won't be finding a future anywhere near her. I could take your family's business tomorrow, if it suited me, but I'm going to give you a chance. One chance. But let me make this very clear. From now on both of you are going to answer for your mistakes. I should never have let go of the reigns and I won't make that mistake again.”
I”'m going to train and punish you. I may get some help, as I have better things to do with my time. I'm going to break you, in the hopes I can make a better man out of you. Only then, will I even entertain the notion of giving you another chance. Even if you get through it, the answer may still be no. You're going to have to show me, you have the ability to develop some character, some integrity. You sure as hell don't have any now.”
“You will have to know that Janie is going to be put through training again… MY way this time and it's because of you! Can you live with the knowledge that she is going to be punished severely, for going along with you? For disobeying me? That's all on you."
I'm going to give you a few minutes to think it over. If you decide to move forward, you'll drop your pants and bend across my desk. No more discussions, your training will begin tonight. While you think it over, I'll put Janie across my desk. I want you to watch the beginning of her punishment. It was your job to protect her and you failed miserably.
Janie tears turned to fear, as David took the heavy strap from his drawer. But, she knew she mustn't argue with her Father. She bent over the big desk. The cute little tartan skirt and stockings she'd worn for Evan and the white blouse tied at the midriff did little to cover her. She took off her heels off and walked to the desk.
“Remove that sleezy blouse and skirt,” David said softly. It hurt him to do this but she had to know he was serious. Who knows what could have happened to her. Evan didn't even own the car he drove to get her. It was a company car. In a week he wouldn't have had enough money to keep a roof over her head.
Janie pulled her blouse off and stepped out of her little skirt. It left her only in a white bra and underwear, when she bent across the desk. David helped her reach the edge on the other side. Her toes barely touched the floor. She felt her Daddy pull her delicate panties down. She felt the weight of the heavy strap, he rested on her bottom and she knew it was going to be bad! She was still sore from the last spanking! But even now, she was grateful her Father was giving Evan and her a chance.
Everything left Janie's mind when she felt the strap lift and heard the sound, as it raced through the air and landed with a loud smack.
At first it was just the weight of the impact that startled her, but only seconds behind, came a searing heat and pain as the strap dragged over her pretty round bottom. It flattened her cheeks as it went, biting deeply and viciously into her soft pink skin. She hadn't even known she could make such a sound as the shriek that left her lips.
Evan watched in horror as Janie's body convulsed under the effect of that first whack. Her strangled scream brought tears to his eyes and also a cold terror. If he would do this to Janie, who he loved so dearly. What would he do to him?
***A very heartfelt thanks to Dennim2001, for the generous gift of his amazing artwork!! Please visit his photo albums. He is an incredible artist in 3D graphics!
I think i may have put things the wrong way in my previous blog,
Im not wanting punishment or looking for it at all, i think i mean that if i dont remember something, like a thank you, or not doing something for Master, then i need to be told, straight away. I certainly know the differences between a loving fun spanking with extra fun, against a punishment. And i dont like punishments.
I do talk to him, ok sometimes i talk to him, via text message, but we always talk about it face to face eventually.
Master gets frustrated coz I dont do the little things, thanking him for his cum, his bj, thank you for my play, etc. I do a lot of the things Master requires of me, maybe 60%, naturally Master wants 100.
He gets frustrated that its something i wanted in our relationship yet he feels im not making the effort.
That hurts coz i feel i do but just not enough.
Things like my sketches, my latest one he said thats good. But it upset me coz i wanted more of a praise, knowing how many hours it took.
When i told him, he said i know it took hours to do, i can see the detail, i said it was a good sketch, that should be enough.
Am i expecting too much praise, as his slave maybe i shouldnt expect any. This week i will be happy if he says its good, but terribly disappointed and upset if he says it wasn't.
I told you my head was mushed up, but i will work on it.
Last night i went to bed early as he was watching something on tv i dont like. Now i do wonder, should i have stayed down, should i watch it because i know Master loves it and he would be happy if i watched what he loved. But i went to bed, having my shower i realised i never asked if he wanted his bj, or if i could miss it to go to bed. I got dried, put my nightie on then went down, apologising that i never asked, then asking if he woukd like one or if i could leave it.
He told me, no it could be left today and thank you for remembering to come back and ask. I gave him a kiss and said thank you Master then went to bed. Hearing him saying thank you for remembering was so nice, no it was way more than just nice, i felt this real proud of myself feeling that i did the correct thing and was rewarded with a thank you. A big smile was on my face, i knew i did the right thing. A few months ago, i wudda just left it. Now i want to hear his thanks.
Anyway think im just going on and on and on now so i will go, got xmas presents to wrap and post to Australia. Xxxx
Watch out, all of you Doms out there – here comes The Big Book of Brats, Volume 2!
My latest collection of multi-part short stories has just been released… The Big Book of Brats, Volume 2…
Do you enjoy romantic stories where the characters butt heads and have a contrary relationship on the surface of things, yet underneath it all they’re really hot for one another? Are you guilty of letting your own inner brat out to play or egg on your man? This book of multi-part short stories is for all of us out there who are. So get your *BRAT* on… and maybe even take a note or two from these heroines!
The towel was violently ripped from his hand, and there were more watery noises as Shauna climbed out of the tub. A few more moments of tense silence passed and then she snapped, “There. Are you happy now?”
Hesitantly he turned around and found she had wrapped the long towel around her like a toga. He told himself sternly not to drool, and not to stare. But his gaze did make a quick journey from her tousled red curls to her creamy white shoulders, past her curvy hips hugged by white cotton, down to her shapely calves and small, bare feet. Her toes were painted pink with little white pokadots. He saw that, too, so apparently his glance hadn’t been as quick as he’d thought.
Shauna made a sound of irritation that sounded like “Grrr.” Apparently she hadn’t missed his lingering glance.
“You can go home now, Joe. Show’s over. I’m just going to clean up and go home. Ok?”
He felt a little guilty for his not so discreet look. “Ok, sure.” He turned to leave, but then turned back again. “I don’t want to see you back here again, though, ok?”
Her eyes narrowed at this. “Oh, yeah? What’re you gonna do if I do come back, big guy? I mean, really, Joe! I thought we were friends! I’m giving in to you tonight, but I know you better than you think I do! You wouldn’t have called the cops tonight – and you won’t any other night, either! So, really, what’re you gonna do the next time?” She laughed at his dumbfounded expression. “Spank me?”
Her automatic assumption that he was bluffing all along really pissed him off. Ok, so he wasn’t some big, buff guy that could easily pluck her out of the tub like she was a kitten. So, he also wasn’t a jackass that would really call the cops on a neighbor who was misappropriating another neighbor’s hot tub for her own use. That didn’t mean she could just go on doing whatever the hell she wanted to! Damn her! The blood was practically boiling in his veins, she had him so pissed.
“That’s exactly right, Shauna.” He answered her question before he even realized he’d opened his mouth to speak. Then he elaborated on his answer, even though inside his head he was reeling from his words. “I catch you out here again, and I’m going to give you the spanking of your life. You want to act like a little brat, I’ll treat you like one.”
He refused to think of the possibility that he most hoped was true. That she liked him, as he liked her. That she was attracted to him.
That maybe the thought of him spanking her hadn’t repelled her the way she’d acted like it had.
That maybe the threat of a spanking from him had been part of what made her come back.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and an impish smile flashed over her face.
“So, I guess I shouldn’t do this with the records, right?” Asking this, she dislodged one LP from its place on the shelf and put it in front of the next stack over.
Rob’s eyebrows rose. “That’s right. You definitely should not do that. We talked about that.”
She nodded, slowly rolling her hips as she ambled through the aisle. Today she wore a long gypsy style skirt in varying shades of turquoise. Her top was a gauzy white thing with ruffled sleeves and hem. Her small feet were in white sandals. A slim ankle bracelet of bells gave her a soundtrack as she walked.
Glancing his way again, she said, “And this, I definitely shouldn’t do this, right?”
This time she went through a row of albums, cocking them up at varying corners and generally making a big, ugly mess of the covers.
Rob folded his arms over his chest. “No. Definitely you should not do that.”
She nodded, a look of serious concentration on her face, as though she was really concentrating at memorizing his rules. She moved on further into the store, leaving her mess as it was. When she came to the end of the aisle, where he had displayed new LP’s available this week, she gathered them all up in a bundle and started putting them in her own disorder across the table. When she finished, she looked over at him, and this time he saw the way her eyes danced.
“How about that? Is that something I shouldn’t do?”
Rob shook his head.
“We need to have ourselves a little meeting, I think,” he said. She watched as he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to the elbows. Then with an innocent gasp, she followed behind him, pouting prettily, as he took her wrist and led her back into his office in the back of the store.
“Good. Here we go, then.”
He started spanking her with slow, measured swats. They weren’t so bad. Warm and tingly, imparting a little sting. But nothing that made her cry out or try to evade his hand.
The warmth spread over her bottom as he worked. It also permeated, strangely, down deeper, and Jan was surprised to realize that her pussy was wet! Why? She was in a humiliating position of submission, bare-bottomed over this man’s lap, a man who really wasn’t much more than a stranger to her, who was slapping her behind! Why on Earth would this situation be any kind of a turn on?
She was still grappling with that question when the spanking took on a new flavor. Rob’s evenly spaced, tempered smacks became more frequent, and there was more power behind them. The slaps reverberated throughout the room, the crack of skin against skin singing out like a melody. Jan’s voice added to the song, as she was no longer able to hold back her sounds of distress. With each reverberating slap to her backside, she cried or grunted or moaned. A particularly hard volley of spanks had her yelping like an injured animal.
She didn’t beg to be let up, though. She reminded herself, as each burning spank fell, that she had earned this spanking. And that it had been her choice to submit to it.
It was obviously Rob’s decision when it would end.
And, she was still embarrassingly aware of how aroused she was. Even now, even as each smack of Rob’s hand had her blinking back tears, even now she was wet. She wouldn’t be at all surprised, when she went to stand up, if she left a big wet spot on Rob’s pants. She had to be dripping by now...
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i am not a slave n I'm not a sub.....im not.. I'm not ..im not... n i never pretend to b ...im a bottom, a spankee.. im independent.. im needy.. im a brat.. im strong.. im weak.. im stubborn..i have MAJOR trust issues.. n i make no secret of it............i find each time someone "approaches" me first they treat me like i AM a sub ..not gonna work...
i do need guidelines.. i do need rules n consequences... i do need to feel looked after n safe ..i do need to feel like someone has my best interest at heart n is sincere about me n my needs...
i tend to find people who claim to be a Dom yet they pussyfoot around me.. afraid of pissin me off ( lol)...
maybe im lookin in the wrong place... *lil smile*.... anyways.. theres my rant for today...