Cutie Spankee
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369 views · 8 days ago

i have just added some piccies to my album "red bum" and hopefully soon there will be two more videos as soon as st finishes formatting them

372 views · 8 days ago

I wrote 50 times I will control my braty ness... Will be posting IT here...also self PUNISH self 20x with bamboo switch... As I am told... So want to stomp my foot... But holding back...sigh

677 views · 8 days ago

It was late morning when Erin awoke. Stern's arms were still wrapped around her. She could feel him behind her, already stiff, even as he slept. His morning wood was nestled in between her legs, as was the long black bushy tail, that was still tucked up into her bottom. Her fanny was very sore. She slipped out to the bathroom and quickly back to bed.
Gregory had given her a good session. He'd spanked her hard with his hand, covering her ass and thighs and in between her legs with pink
handprints. He loved coloring in her beautiful round bottom with shades of red.
He really enjoyed using the crop!! He was thrilled, at the little jump her body made, as it stung her all over. He'd even managed to surprise her with a whack to her labia. Now that had hurt, and she strained against the restraints, to no avail.
That bottom was his to use!
The paddling he gave her next, he kept very focused on her sit spots. He pounded away at the same spots dozens of times. They turned into two round raised circles, that were so hot. He could feel their heat, even as they got into bed.
His eyes were open now, and he could feel the tail swishing around his cock. She was wiggling her bottom. He knew it must still be sore.
Lastly, as she went down on him, after hours of play, he'd applied his belt. He had to swing it towards himself as she took him deeply into her throat. He loved that his big hard on, muffled her screams. It made him even harder. She had serviced him perfectly the entire night, and he would reward her. But just now, he wanted more. Mmmm.... Yes more!
He hugged her.
"Don't you dare move, Princess!" He jumped out of bed for a quick pitstop and to grab some lotion and lubricant. Returning, he rolled her onto her tummy,
"Let me see that pretty bottom!! Oh, my, I really left my mark", he chuckled, "How did you sleep, with the tail inside you?"
"Why, I slept like a princess, wrapped in your arms", she blushed a little, which he thought was darling. "It felt good, and I loved tickling you awake with it."
"I like to think of it, buried inside you. It pleases me. You will wear a tail often, and it helps to keep that place more accessable, to me. I am going to take you there, and you will enjoy it, I promise you"
"He pulled the tail nearly out, applied lubricant and then pushed it back into her bum. He withdrew it once again, and added more, before driving it up and into her fanny. His hand hit up against her sore spots. She felt them burn.

Stern took another longer tail, with a bigger plug, and greased it up. He pulled out the dainty one and worked the larger one in, bit by bit it disappeared into her pink, puckered hole. "Ah, beautiful!"
That bottom was his!!!
Once again he opened the big drawer and found a round leather paddle. It was made with lambskin, soft and smooth. He hit his leg as a test. It was just right, a bit stingy, but not too much. Her bottom was very red. Still, he could not resist.
He propped her bottom up, on two pillows stacked in the center of the bed. He separated her legs and tucked the tail between them.
"My darling, I cannot help myself. I want to punish you, though you have been such a good girl. Can you take more?"
"Oh yes, Gregory, punish me.... Please, Sir, I want to feel the heat."
He didn't need much encouragement and even if she had said no, he would have paddled her anyways. He was happy that she didn't, though. He put lotion all over her bottom and upper legs and then began.
He wanted to really WHACK those two red targets. He wanted to see those tears fall from her green eyes! He wanted to lick them, drink them up. Those tears belonged to him!!
He started nice enough, smacking the paddle on alternating sides. He aimed right for those red cookie shaped areas!
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK ,WHACK, WHACK!!
She started to squirm, pretty quickly.
"Let it out baby, I want to hear your pain"
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, every one harder and faster!
"Oh, ouch, OW.... OH, SIR, IT HURTS"
"YES, OF COURSE, IT'S MEANT TO, DARLING!"
WHACK, WHACK WHACK WHACK.... He got her under her cheeks with extreme velocity and force.
"OWWWWW!!!" Finally, her voice began to crack. Those spots were growing darker and darker. He jumped at each crack.
He had meant to be gentle but once he'd started, he wanted to make her buck. Slower now, with precision, he pulled open her cheeks and moved the tail up.He raked and pulled at her left cheek, exposing a little field of white. He whacked it hard and the tears began. He hit it again with a snap and she tried to move away, but he gripped her red cheek and smacked it again, hard.
"Oh, Sir, please.... It hurts so, now". Her sweet little voice choked back the sobs.
He grabbed the other cheek and gave it equal treatment. He relished her cry! When he was done, He lifted her face and kissed her salty tears, licking his lips.
Those lips were his!! That pretty pouty mouth was his!!
He pulled her legs, keeping the pillows below her hips, to the bottom of the bed. He positioned her so she was bent over the end of the huge, high bed . He added lubricant to his big stiff woody, and withdrew the tail. He went gently, but firmly, into her well stretched asshole. He felt the heat of her burning bottom, as he slid inside her deliciously, tight cavern. He reached around her front, finding her button. He fingered it, as he rode her, plunging in and pulling back faster and faster against that red round ass, grinding himself into the welts and making her scream with pain and with pleasure. He reamed her out and she came in an almost shrieking frenzy. Her fanny bouncing back at him as he entered. It was out of this world. He came, in a massive spurt, filling her from behind, with a throaty groan.
His, She was his!!!

Elite Pain
410 views · 8 days ago

Its just the facts here ladys &gentalmen nobody can tell if they can make a relationship work if they dont have a location or distance just plane and simple... so update ur profiles

401 views · 8 days ago

Finally, he stopped! When my crying had quited down somewhat he said
"I hope I gotten thru to you as this is what you can expect anytime I find your card laying around; every time I ask to see it and you don'take it out of your wallet. Only I'll add 10 swats every time."
Stand up and pull your pants up. And put the card away"!
Once I had done so he gave me a quick hug and kiss saying "gotta go. I'll be home around 1 oclock for lunch. Nick will be with me so make sure there's enough for the three of us. Love you."

I hope you've enjoyed reading this blog. I enjoyed remembering. (Although it might seem a bit tame compared to many in the ST community..his spankings don't last as long as other people's nor do they ever get into tripple digits the 25-50 swats I usually get hurt like hell

369 views · 8 days ago

Ow. Ow. Please stop. Tears were spilling down my cheeks and I was sobbing like a child. But he wasn't finished.
Smack! Smack! Smack! He was paddling my entire ass but in no particular pattern. By now I had practically collapsed on the desk and my lower legs were giving those little scissor kicks.
But now he started deliberately landing that paddle. Starting in midway of my ass down to where it meets my thigh, left cheek middle, right cheek the back right cheek, middle, left cheek. Each set of six placed a little lower, spanked a little harder and landing a little quicker...
My ass was on fire! Surely it matched the red color of the card. "Please. I promise. Ouchie. Please stop it hurts. Denny pleeease!"...

Elite Pain
416 views · 8 days ago

I stood there without moving. I so did not want to be spanked!
"erm..."but he interupted me "Nick will be finished loading the truck in 15-20 minutes so unless you want him to hear your spanking I suggest to get those pants and underpants down and get over the desk".
My spanking inevitable I bared my behind and bent over. He put the card on the desk saying "keep your eyes on the prize. Your ass will be as red as the card before I've finished paddling you". His left hand on the middle of my back and paddle in hand, raised his right arm and Smack! Smack! Smack!
"I'm tired of talking; thwn punctuating each word with a spank'"after use put card in wallet"...

502 views · 8 days ago

it's the politics
of the country clubs
the Armani suits
with the racial snubs
a chardonnay whine
in the trendy pubs
it's the politics
of the country clubs

it's the politics
of the just because
of the almost beens
but the never was
handing out lies
like they're Santa Claus
while sending our bombs
to the land of Oz

it's the politics
of the working man
see it in his eyes
see it on his hands
getting through the day
are his only plans
it's the politics
of the working man

it's the politics
of whatever you make
if they don't like it
let em' eat cake
I'll get what I want
and take what I take
it's the politics
of whatever you make

it's the politics
of whatever they said
give us this day
and our daily bread
forsake all the living
and forget about the dead
it's the politics
of whatever they said

it's the politics
of the almost beens
forgive us oh Lord
of our daily sins
let the children play
in the garbage bins
it's the politics
of the he who wins

381 views · 8 days ago

diamond ring
and keepsake box
a silver key
that time unlocks
these artifacts
like lunar rocks
are held inside
an equinox

of day and night
and night and day
while passing through
the milky way
a journey now
that some might say
of stars allowed
to drift and stray

like comet trails
and comet dust
and all the stars
that we discussed
with telescopes
I think we must
survey with maps
each point of trust

and orbit now
this earthly view
of emerald greens
and azure blues
that heaven sends
of suns and moons
and lesser gods
allow of you

Elite Pain
408 views · 9 days ago


I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer
And reachin' out to hold me, when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the callous' and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind

I remember daddy's hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I'd forgotten that I loved about the man
But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands

I remember daddy's hands workin' 'til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand
There was always love in daddy's hands

Too My amazing disciplinarian father

378 views · 9 days ago

Oh how I'd love my very own Red Room.
My very own room of pain.
Just for my Master and me.
What fun would we have,
Many tears would be flowing,
My bottom would be crimson,
Too hot to touch, but still he does.
Paddles, canes, floggers he uses.
The cross, leather cuffs and spanking bench.
How I long to be bent over, cuffed to that bench,
Legs spread wide, bottom up high,
As Master whips my legs with his crop, my bottom, pussy and inside leg too.
How I want that big plug pushed into my hole.
Maybe some ginger placed into my pussy, to add to the thrill.
I want to be punished, fisted and fucked.
I want Master to use every hole he desires.
How I long for my own red room.
But what fun we have without one.
The secret spankings we have downstairs,
The secret spankings we have in the garden,
The secret fucks, the videos, the photos.
Learning to be quiet, scream in my head, cum in my heart.
So no verbal sounds come out of my mouth.
The hidden toys that are kept in the living room.
Its exciting to know they are there,
When visitors come, will they see them or not ?
I dont care anymore, I just want them there.
So Master can use them whenever he longs to.
We dont need a red room, we have a red house.
Just for my Master and me.

353 views · 9 days ago

I've just been to get the rings changed in my pussy piercing. I've now got all the bigger and wider rings in.
I plan on another 2 pairs on my outers and contemplating going straight to the wider rings. 2.4mm.
I started at first with 1.6mm, then got them stretched to 2.4mm. So double the pain. Why not just get it done in one go. My piercer is happy to do it, said yes it will hurt more but then its done. Whereas doing it the other way you have the initial pain of piercing then pain of stretching. So yes I'm happy to do it.
So when Master says its ok, I intend to order the rings and get them done.

We also started talking about tattoos again. Master wanted me to get a tattoo on my bottom. We had talked about it before and I kept saying I didn't think I could cope with the pain.
Master laughed and said, " what you, the person who loves to be thrashed with a Spikey paddle or steel grater paddle ? You think you wouldn't cope with getting a tattoo ?"
I said, "Well do you think I could ? "
"Yeah, course you would. " Master replied.
"Ok then, well your job is to find a recommended tattoo parlour and maybe I will get it done for my birthday. ( In May. )
So Master found a tattoo place recommended, I've found the 2 pictures we want it based around.

So in the next 4-6 months, I will be branded, tattooed and get 4 more holes stabbed through my labia.

I really think I may be completely nuts. Lol.

Elite Pain
365 views · 9 days ago

I have so got to learn how to. Not be mouth to DDs it's a flaw I have most of the time I don't mean to it just happens. Or I come across sassy or fresh or smart mouthed.. it drives me crazy. I don't know maybe I need to be trained more or just get my ass beat no clue.... Sigh. Sits in floor in comer head in hands....any suggestions to my problem please ...

306 views · 9 days ago

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323 views · 9 days ago

Have to wait till i get the word processing app. Reposted but still didnt save these do but the story doesn't. Go figure

Elite Pain
321 views · 9 days ago

Have to wait till i get the word processing app. Reposted but still didnt save

344 views · 9 days ago

For quite some time now, Master has mentioned he wanted to brand me.
I was completely horrified.
"Absolutely no fucking way. EVER!" I told him repeatedly.

But he knew what would happen. It would stay in my mind and I would start thinking about it, more and more.
And it did.
But the whole idea of being branded terrified me, I envisioned cattle being branded and that happening to me. It just made me shudder.
But there was still a tiny aspect of it that thrilled me, I would be marking my skin to prove I belonged to Master and only Master. He would be very proud of me if I did do it.

I went on another website I go on and started a search on branding, and read many blogs from other people.
One in particular wrote a blog about recently branding his girl.
He had put photos up of how it looked now it was healed and it looked beautiful.
So I got chatting with him, it turned out he was a blacksmith and made his own branding design. He went on to explain how its done, nothing like branding cattle, how hot the iron should be, how long to hold it to the skin, how his girlfriend was during it and after. He was really really nice and I felt totally comfortable asking him anything.
His girlfriend also put up a blog describing how it felt, how it healed and how she felt now it was done.

I realised that this would be the ultimate thing to really become Masters Serf.
Though I was collared and that felt pretty awesome, I wanted to prove I was willing to do anything for him.
When I told him, I had been talking to someone who explained how its done, I said, I wanted to do it. His smile proved to me how much this meant to him.

We started to discuss what design he wanted and where it would go.
He wanted a heart with a G in the centre.
And he wanted it on my thigh.
I was a bit shocked by this, if I wore a swimsuit or shorts, theres a good chance it would be seen. Exactly, Master told me. I want people to see it.

But where do we get it from ? It needed to be from someone who knew what they were doing.
Then my friend offered to make it for us. I was so excited. I told him the design Master wanted and he said he could do it. As he lived in America, he said he was happy to ship it over to us. He did his own design and we both loved it.
He asked how big we wanted it, how wide we wanted the iron.
He told us the price in which we were both very pleased.
So Master agreed that we would have it made, but not until he had been paid.
My friend was happy to wait until then. I knew I felt very happy with him making it for me and I could ask him anything to make us prepared for it and for aftercare.
I now can't wait until pay day, when I can pay him and then wait for it to arrive.
Though I did tell Master I was very nervous about doing it, jokingly I said maybe I should be drunk but I will definitely need to be bound tight so not to move.
I think this made him even more excited.
I'm now counting the days until the moment I can say, please make me my own branding iron.
Then I will proudly feel like I'm his slave 200%

348 views · 9 days ago

Mattress squeakin', headboard thumpin',
Brad an' Jill are hump-hump-humpin'!
Eighteen years old an' newly wed,
most nights, o' course, 'tis early bed.
They're bare buck naked, head to toes,
an' neither one smells like a rose.
In summer's squirmin' humid heat,
when y'all don't bathe ya can't smell sweet.
Jill lusts fer Brad's hot flesh. Brad blinks.
He fancies how Jill's toe cheese stinks.
Jill's wet an' oozy, Brad's like steel.
His workin' class tool makes Jill squeal.
White trash kids, jist from th' Mid West,
hump like highborn duke an' princess!
Bed agin th' wall's a-bumpin'.
Jill and Brad love coarse, raw humpin'!
Jill howls! Brad squirts scrumptious semen,
gruntin' like some lust-crazed demon!
An' when their lewd fun's over, they
snug tight right to th' peep o' day
with jist a buzzin' window fan
to cool th' trailer, best it can.

Elite Pain
758 views · 9 days ago

My step-dad taught me how to play a mathematical game called “nim,” only he called it “zum,” because “zum people know how, and zum people don’t.” He also taught me how much a hard spanking hurts, and I guess that’s a mathematical thing, too. There’s probably a correlation between the number of swats, the implement used, the force applied, the tempo of the spanking and its duration that would allow you to write an algebraic formula for intolerable agony, if you were so inclined.

You don’t have to be a math whiz to be a good spanker. But it helps to have a little know-how. I don’t claim to be an expert, but I might have some perspectives worth considering. Read on, and if you disagree, or if you have something to add, please feel free to comment.

Perspective number one—the belt ain’t all that.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the belt, giving and receiving. But, for starters, it takes a certain amount of skill to use. Whenever you first try, you realize how hard it is to control something long and floppy. The best advice I ever got was to choke up, to roll the belt into something shorter that I could place more accurately. But even then, you can’t do a flurry with a belt. The best you’ll get is something steady and rhythmic. You’ll never bring it to a fever pitch the way you can with a paddle.

Perspective number two—there is a logical progression to things.

Start with the lightest implements and work to the heaviest. Go from sting to thud, and remember, it’s a one-way street. If you’ve been using a heavy paddle, there’s no use going back to your Home Depot paint stirring stick. She won’t even feel it. And while we’re on that, let me reiterate perspective number one. In my humble opinion, a heavy paddle trumps a belt any day. Use the belt in the middle, save the paddle for last.

Perspective number three—nothing follows the cane.

This isn’t rocket science, and yet there are tops who just don’t know this. If you raise welts with a cane and then try to go back to the paddle, you’re going to draw blood. So save the cane for last.

Perspective number four—size isn’t everything.

A small paddle made of dense hardwood is especially good for OTK spanking, where larger paddles tend to be more cumbersome and harder to handle. There’s a reason why people dread the hairbrush, after all.

Perspective number five—bamboo is the king of sting.

One of the best investments I ever made was a bamboo paddle that I bought from Miss Rose at a spanking party vendor fair. There’s a picture of it in my photo album—it’s the one with butterflies. It never fails to get a reaction. But a word of caution, Miss Rose told me you should always get food-grade bamboo. The stuff used for construction might be treated with preservatives and such. You can check out Miss Rose on Etsy. She has a great selection of paddles.

Perspective number six—most spankings are just too damned short.

Two qualities I think a good spanker should have are sense and stamina. And if you have a sense of empathy, you might know what I’m talking about. Part of the magic of spanking involves being able to release yourself into the pain. In my experience, though, a lot of spankers get tired before you reach that point. But then, maybe that’s just me, because I’m such a masochist.

Perspective number seven—headspace matters.

To be told “You’re gonna get it!” gives me a thrill. I love the anticipation, the interaction, the scolding, and the connection with my spanker. Without that connection, and without the headspace, it’s just not the same.

Perspective number eight—never underestimate a switch.

Think about it…do my numbers add up here? When it comes to spanking, do you think I get it? And how would you feel, young lady, if I told you that you’re going to get it?

Cuz remember, when it comes to spanking, zum know how…

712 views · 9 days ago

I did it. I got the paper done and submitted to the site. I am so proud of my self it was 5 1/4 of pages and then the work cited pages. So proud.

The English Mansion