It was Saturday morning and Jane showered meticulously, the warm foamy water cascading down her curvy figure as she worked the soap methodically into all her crevices. She would normally have enjoyed the experience but today there was an edge to the proceedings. There was an appointment to be kept with The Master and it would not do to present herself in anything less than an exemplary manner.
That night she had lain restlessly, taking ages for fatigue to overcome the nagging uneasiness for what the morning might bring. When sleep had finally come, it had been fitful and broken. She had awoken early, the pangs of anxiety nibbling at her intestines as she looked at the clock and realised that the time was running down.
The Master had not been specific about what he had in mind but he was clearly in no mood to mess about. Unless he had an unheard-of change of mind, she could expect a massive reprimand which would be followed by a trip across the big polished desk in his study. A caning would follow. If Pauline’s experience the previous week had been any sort of a guide, there would be a dozen stripes burning into her bottom; thick raised weals to rub ruefully as she lay face-down on her bed when she eventually returned home.
In-between there would be the humiliation of travelling to and from his house on the bus, dressed in her best school uniform, which could not fail to attract attention from her fellow passengers. She was forty-two years old for God’s sake! They might write her off as an eccentric on the way there but on the way back, it would be a different matter. With her bottom blistered and burning from the attention of his whippy rattan cane, they could hardly fail to notice the flushed expression on her face and guess her guilty secret.
Jane was visibly trembling as she struggled to turn off the shower wheel with soapy fingers. She stepped out on to the bath mat and wrapped a fresh warm towel around her body. With another smaller one, she began to dry her long golden hair. She looked toward the mirror on the wall above the wash basin, but it was all steamed up. Oh well – there would only have been her own reflection to see anyway, and she had studied that often enough.
While she finished drying herself, she reflected over what had brought her to this point. It was primarily a curiosity which had been a source of torment ever since her schooldays. She had been an exemplary student, never once earning a so much as a rebuke, let alone a trip to the headmistress for corporal punishment. The cane and the slipper had never swished across her virginal buttocks. And yet – she wished somehow that they had.
for years, how she had fantasised over the experiences of her school friends who had fallen foul of the rules. When she closed her eyes she could still visualise their flushed faces; the tears when they had returned to the classroom following the walk of shame, ruefully rubbing their bottoms through loose pleated skirts. Such fantasies had led to the most amazing orgasms as she had imagined herself in their shoes.
And yet - wonderful as the fantasies and orgasms were - they had not quite been enough.
As the decades had gone by there had been a growing regret that she had not experienced the real thing. Finally, unable to resist the temptation for a day longer, she had joined an online spanking site and made contact with an experienced disciplinarian. They had met a couple of times over coffee in McDonalds; he had invited her around to his house to witness another lady being punished over the closed circuit TV system. The experience had fired her with an unshakable resolve to exorcise her demons.
Now, the time was almost upon her. She had been instructed to report to his house at 10am in full school uniform. Her clothes were already laid out neatly on the bed. She began to dress.
The high-waisted white cotton knickers went on first. She pulled them up snugly into her crotch and pinged the elastic into place around her midriff. They felt warm and snug. Then she put on the white brassiere with narrow straps. It was a functional garment with little decoration apart from a delicate little bow where the dip in her cleavage was. A crisp white shirt with long sleeves followed. Her grey knee-length skirt in a hard-wearing acrylic material with a kick pleat at the front, long white socks, and black patent slip-on shoes were next. A maroon and silver striped tie completed the ensemble.
Jane stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, pivoting first to the left and then to the right as she appraised the effect. Yes – she would do. She had put on a little weight since her schooldays and was far curvier than once had been the case. But the results were satisfactory. Her hair was gathered in bunches just as they had been all those years ago.
She looked up at the clock. It was time to leave.
Suddenly there was a tightening across her chest and her heart began to beat faster. The gnawing feeling in her abdomen returned. She clenched the cheeks of her buttocks together involuntarily. For a brief moment she thought of making the phone call to cancel, or perhaps not even going. But she swallowed hard, picked up her bag and stepped out of the front door, closing it firmly behind her.
The bus had come along on time. She had attracted one or two curious looks from her fellow passengers which had made her blush. Fortunately there had been nobody on the bus whom she recognised. The journey had been short and soon she was walking up the row of terraced houses where The Master resided.
Her heart was thumping fit to burst now. She was finding it difficult to draw breath. In front of his door she paused, then reached out and banged the knocker.
It echoed inside the house, then silence. For a brief moment she felt herself hoping that perhaps he had forgotten. Then there was movement behind the door and it opened to reveal The Master framed in the doorway.
He was looking stern.
“Come in Jane.” He said crisply. “We need to have a chat!”
we have had some new people hired at my job recently... 5 in fact n one of them ill call "B"... well when "B" was introduced to me I saw him lookin at me "funny" n it made me a lil creeped out.. he came back to my area on the 2nd day n asked if he knew me n I told him no because I didn't know him... well hes since asked me out for coffee ( I don't drink that poision).. but I declined... well hes been with us a lil over 2 weeks now n today as I was leavin the parkin garage I noticed he was behind me in his vechicle... I had to stop at the market before goin home so I headed there n he was behind me the whole time, when I pulled into the market parkin lot I got a uneasy feelin in my belly because he not only followed me there , he parked right next to my van... I hurried into the market n did my shoppin... as I was standin in line he came up beside me n said "badgirl?" this isn't the first ive had this happen n I KNEW right away that he was someone from some sight I'm on... I laughed uneasily n said "donna" n he laughed too n said " I KNOW its u.. when I first saw u I knew I knew u from somewhere but today, well today I recognize ur van too"... I said " well r u gonna tell me where u recognize me n my van from?" n he said " it will be my lil secret" n he laughed.. then he said "so um, I can arrange a spankin for u if that's what u want" I felt my face redden n I bit down on my lip n said "nah I have someone for that" n he said " well keep me in mind, I promise u wont be disappointed"..im not worried bout him sayin aythin to anyone at work cause they all know anyhow either from seein my van n questionin me about it or ive shared a few stories with them... .. this is the 2nd time ive had someone at my job know me from a site.. once a customer n today a co worker.. holy fuckin shit!! lmao
I often feel like I was born at the wrong time. I think I would have fit in better during the 1950's when it was expected that husbands spanked their wives if they did something bad. I also think I would have liked not having to worry about having 2 incomes. Kids back then really did listen to and respect their parents so much more. It seemed like a much safer, happier, innocent time. People actually talked to each other instead of texting. Kids got real exercise instead of sitting around all day where the only action was on the screen when video games were played. In spite of all of these things there is one big thing that I am glad i didn't miss out on and that is the connections that I made through this site. This place feels like a real community to me. I think I could spend all day on here. I would like to take this time to thank everyone on here for their friendships, their emails, the photos and their video contributions to this wonderful site. It is a real pleasure to be around people who really understand this fascinating thing that we all love and crave so much.
I'm feeling grumpy! Really grumpy! I didn't get my own way. Then I got a really hard spanking!
I'm due to start a new group today. A coping skills group. I don't want to go. I'd much rather enjoy the sunshine and spend time with Alex. We don't get to spend so much time together anymore so I was really looking forward to this evening. Alex is insisting I go to the group. I've made every excuse I could think of. I don't understand why none of them have worked. I thought of some really good ones! Perhaps I used too many all at once. Then it all got a bit much and I got really upset. I threw a tantrum. It was awful. Alex got angry and spanked me!
I'm trying super hard to be good now but it's difficult. I think I will have a grumpy face all day long. RAAAAAWWWR! That's my monster roar.
A friend, who for the lack of someone to give the discipline he wants has resorted to self-discipline, would like it to be hard and consistent. These were my thoughts early one morning in June 2016. Please feel free to comment; your ideas might be included in the amended blog.
Hard and consistently.
I believe self-discipline is harder than discipline by another.
These are some of the obstacles to overcome:
1) few are ambidextrous; it is hard to be consistent with both cheeks
2) you know it hurts; so you tend to choke on severity of stroke(s)
3) defence mechanism of body; it (the body) naturally wants to prevent harm to itself - probably easier for the body when you're the agent of the pain
PRACTISE! one stroke at a time
My mentor in strapping the hand hiprubberbootman constantly exhorted: PRACTISE, PRACTISE, PRACTISE
Things like position, number of strokes, placement of strokes, instrument(s) (can it/they be safely/effectively used - I find shorter work best), location of the session (is it safe?, is there enough room?, do you have to worry about noise?)
These are some things I've found:
1) numerous strokes - most often more strokes less pain - arse gets numb and can take more
2) fast strokes - beyond the obvious that you don't have time to think about what you're doing and the pain - seems to hurt less; slow, meaningfully placed strokes you most often feel more and even after a period of time still feel each stroke
3) grow into the pain - you'll stop (the body will tell you when you've had enough - don't put yourself on a guilt trip, this is natural) then push a bit farther (maybe in a next session) as a good top will take you further. BTW in safe BDSM scenes a skilled top will ask for a safe word to be used when you want to stop and the top will stop.
REMEMBER what it is you want?
A good top will want to know; in self-discipline you're the top
By no means a complete list and the wording may be wrong/inaccurate; they were thoughts early one morning:
1) punishment discipline (not to imply you are sinful, bad, deserving of/needing punishment - rather talking about severity) - you want to see marks: redness, bruises, stripes and see them are trophies.
2) discipline - you like the pain (fleeting as it is); but don't want/can't have bruising or stripes; Redness is cherished as long as it does not last too long, after all someone might see, they might not understand, they might judge you. Often this is due to family situations.
3) challenge - by yourself or another; you thing you have something to prove - I personally am in competition with no one except myself
4) erotic - gets the juices flowing; prelude to an amorous encounter
5) experiment - maybe you've seen videos, heard about it, or experienced it when younger (hated it at the time, want to see what it's like as a adult)
I know many men, including myself, who call themselves pain hogs - they personally can tolerate a great deal of pain at the hand of another person but who cannot discipline themselves for numerous reasons, including;
1) they have readily available tops (some have a regular relationship with a top)
2) they don't like self-discipline (some even call it vanilla - soft)
3) they are unable to overcome the challenges often associated with wielding the instruments with the intensity they want
We both know that I will do it.
When you ordered me to fetch that wooden paddle from your bedroom, telling me to keep my skirt up and my panties where they were, rolled under my cheeks in such a way that made me want to reach back and hide my burning shame, in my mind I hesitated. But that hesitation didn’t last long, because you said so and it must be done.
When you ordered me to the corner my resistance was gone, weathered away by the storm of your palm and paddle thundering against my cheeks, your words making me feel small and quiet but not insignificant. Never insignificant. I feel like the center of your world when you hold me. When you look at me, I know you are seeing all of the parts, flaws and all, and you cherish them. You even kiss the ugly parts of me.
And when you made me bend in front of you while you were seated, I knew you were seeing everything — turning me into a house without walls, opening me in such a way that hiding was impossible — and it scared me for a moment. But I did it because you said so.
This is unusual for me. I am the girl who needs to know why. I am the woman who makes up her own mind. But because you say so, I do not question you. I know that you will keep me safe; battling my own fears right alongside me, demanding that with you there is always truth. With you, in humility there is dignity.
I love it when you say so.
I need you to say so.
I am yours because I say so.
I hear the door close, “Dumplin’,” I call, “we need to have a talk.” You know why and you don’t want to “have a talk.” “Hi, I home, all safe and sound,” you call back hoping to avoid a “talk,” then think it would have been better not to mention the “safe and sound” part. I appear behind you as you are taking off your jacket. “Wow babe, that’s good to know.” My sarcasm is not subtle and you start to snap back but catch yourself and decide to try a different tack. You press close to me and stroke my face and beard. “I’ve wanted to get you into bed all day,” you smile. I slide my arms around you planting a long gentle kiss on your mouth. Releasing the kiss I say, “For the last two hours I’ve wanted to get you across my knee for not calling and letting me know you were going to be late.” ---of all of the rules we set out, letting me know when you would be late getting home was in the top 3. I didn’t demand to know where you were of what you were doing but I did want to know that some paramedic wasn’t using the Jaws of Life to pry you out of your car. I enjoy you trying to seduce me out of the spanking you have earned. The touch of your hand through my jeans soon has my cock straining to get out. “I was sitting here worrying about you for 2 hours, do you thing you can con me out of punishing you?” Giving up all hope of trying to seduce me you go to phase 2: the crying and begging. “But I don’t want a spanking! Daddy, don’t spank me, I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again, please don’t spank me, I just forgot, Oh Daddy, I don’t wanta be spanked, you spank too hard, I won’t be able to sit all night or most of tomorrow, I don’t wanta be spanked.” I take you by the wrist and lead to the bedroom with only token resistance, for if you fight too hard I’ll spank you on the spot and then take you to the bedroom for another spanking. Like a naughty little girl you plead all the way breaking into tears when we get to the bedroom door. “I don’t want be spanked, please just your hand, don’t spank me, don’t make me go to the corner, not hard pleeeese Honey, I am soooo sorry.” Seeing the hairbrush on the bed starts a whole new line of chatter. “Not the hairbrush, not the hairbrush, just your hand, just your hand, I’ll be good and take my spanking but just your hand, please don’t spank me.” I place you squally in the corner. “Do not even think of moving till I call you!”
You’re in the corner to calm down so you will understand why I am spanking you. ---It is a strange dichotomy that while you crave a man who will spank you, while you searched me out for that reason and while you are sexually turned on by submitting, you really hate it when I have to punish you. The begging, the pleading, the tears are all real, not for show. I know that you really are sorry and you really are scared but I also know you would be shattered if I didn’t enforce our rules or if I backed down once I decided you needed to be punished. You have had men who yelled and argue never resolving anything or went cold and silent. I owed it to you to fill your expectations.
After 15 minutes I call you to the side of the bed, “time to get started.” The tears are still in your eyes. “Take off your dress,” You have fine taste in clothes, buy quality and I don’t want them spoiled by the bucking and kicking I know is to come. You stand before me in just a lacey, sheer bra and matching thong. You whisper, “I really am sorry.” I lower your thong and you step out of it. Taking you by the wrist I guide you across my lap. I start with 20 warm up swats to clear your head. “Why are you here?” With a sniffle you answer, “’cause I was broke the rules.” Now firmer swats, “What rule did you break?” “I didn’t let you know I was OK but running late.” A dozen on each check. “Why do you need to call?” “Because you worry.” Two hard smacks…”Why?” “Because you love me and care.” “That’s right, I love you and I care about you.” I reach beside me and take up the hairbrush. “Because you were thoughtless I was worried and paced, now I am going to worry your bottom till you can’t sit tonight and remember this every time you sit tomorrow.” You let out a “NOOOO” just as I start the hairbrush down. You are a crier and a kicker but I can keep you in place and I do till you have stopped struggling and lay there taking your spanking. Once you get to this point I can stop. I let you rest a few seconds and lift you up and set you on my lap causing you to give an “owie.” I hold you, my most treasured possession, till I tell you to go back to the corner for 15 minutes till I come and unhook your bra. “why are you doing that?” “Well, you said you wanted to get me in bed all day. That wasn’t a fib to get out of being spanked was it?” “Oh NO!” You say with a silly little look, “but I am sooo sore.” “Just goes to teach you not to try to distract me.” “Sweetheart," you say as you nuzzle my shoulders & giggle, "would I do that?”
I got an incredibly hard morning spanking this morning, i swear Mr G cant keep going harder but he does.
Yesterday we went to a car show, so there was no morning spank, didnt do lines or give Mr G an evening bj.
But this morning he told me i should have asked if i could leave the bj for that day.
With an attitude i said well i thought it was just excepted that there would be none as there was no morning spank and i didnt do the lines.
Mr G told me that i should still have asked.
Well now i know i suppose i will, i replied again with attitude.
I dont like your attitude very much today Mr G said, getting up
He went to the kitchen, coming back with a cum icecube.
Open your mouth, he ordered. I said no, many many times but knew i wasnt going to win. So opened my mouth and he popped it in.
Keep it in your mouth, do not swallow it until its all melted, and he sat next to me watching me.
My attitude grew to a full on strop, i was mad, angry at him as he lectured me on the fact i wanted this DD life, and at times he wanted to do things himself that he enjoys and seeing you sitting there angry and humiliated is rather fun to me.
This only got me worse, i wanted to spit it out and swear like a mad woman at him.
But i hung in there until it melted, swallowing it down, grabbing my water then a chewing gum to refresh my mouth. Mr G said thank you for doing that and hugged me tight but i was in no mood to return the hug.
Finishing off, i stood up and said right dog walk time. I know i said it in a not very pleasant tone of voice.
Mr G sat back down on a chair telling me to come here. He gave me a hug and kiss then pulled me over his knee. I tried to fight him again, why i dont know, coz i never win, and started hand spanking me.
I was chastised about my attitude, in future i was to say thank you for whatever he gives me, thank you for the spanking and the reason why. That sometimes he enjoys me being humilated and i was to accept this not get in a mood for it.
He asked me question, some i just answered what he wanted to hear, some i answered truthfully, if i didnt reply the smacks just went harder.Until he had decided i had enough, telling me now we will go on the dog walk.
He knew i was still in a mood, as he chatted about the icecube experience and the hand spanking, wanting to know what i thought.
I said, at this moment, im in a strop so im not speaking as i normally get into more trouble when i speak when im in a strop.
He continued to chat and i did chat back. Until he said i hope this strop will not last long or you will find yourself over my knee all day.
This got me outta it more quickly than normal.
We were fine for the rest of the morning.
It was too hot out an we were both tired so we put a film on, when he said, go and get 4 icecubes and bring them to me, then bend over the stool.
I looked at him but did as i was told quickly.
As i was bent over his stool, bottom facing him, he kissed my cheeks and slowly stroked my pussy with an icecube before putting it up my ass. He did this with all 4, then with 1 hand holding my cheeks together as i squirmed about he finger fucked my pussy. It was incredibly nice as i orgasmed over and over, the icy water slowly starting to trickle down my legs as he continued his magic.
I squirted for what felt a life time, it never seemed to stop until i couldnt take it anymore and Mr G stopped.
Taking both hands away, i flooded the floor with icy water as it continued to drip. But again it was magical.
You see, Mr G said, when youre good you get a treat, when youre naughty you get disciplined how i want to do it and given a spanking.
We cleaned up and continued watching tv. When Mr G said bring a cushion and sit next to me on the floor and massage my balls please.
I did as i was told, stroking his balls, his rock hard penis bulging thru his boxer shorts, it was too hot to wear much, as his cock twitched like crazy. Pulling his shorts down a bit i continued to tease his cock and balls and eventually it lead to me giving him a bj which we both enjoyed a lot.
Again then continuing with the film, which we had paused over and over.
So thats been my day so far, and even with my strops and spankings ive rather enjoyed it and so has Mr G. Wonder if anything else will happem................
This is probably the most asked question on this site: What is it about spanking that interests you? For me it is the feeling of being gently but firmly pulled towards a man’s lap. A man who is concerned about me. I like the pre-spanking scolding and the initial shock of the first few spanks. I even like the sound that spanking makes. I like the surprise of having my pants and panties briskly yanked down and the feeling of skin on skin contact. I like the feeling of warmth that it brings. I also see spanking as a tension breaker for both the spankee and the spanker. I like the hot, stinging, buzzing feeling afterwards. Having the knowledge that someone cares enough about me and what I did to deserve that spanking is an incredible feeling. To know that they will actually take the time and the effort to try to correct my bad behaviors and habits is such a sweet, caring and wonderful gift. It is so comforting to know that they are mainly doing this because they want to help me become the best person I can be. I love the feeling of physical, emotional and psychological closeness and intimacy. Lying across a man's lap is such a wonderful feeling. I feel safe, secure and content there. I also feel much younger and that brings a very welcome respite from the adult world for a while. It is definitely a positive distraction. I can’t focus on the worries of daily life when my spanker is spanking my behind and is lecturing me about how naughty I am and how I need to improve. I love feeling submissive too. I am happiest when i can totally trust a man to be in complete control. Last but certainly not least, there is nothing that turns me on faster than having all of these thoughts and feelings happening spontaneously.
***UPDATE*** I found this online and wanted to share it with everyone. I had it as a new blog but then men started ignoring my boundaries blog so I'm attaching it here instead...
Reasons Why People Like Being Spanked
I did NOT write this. I just found it online and even though it is very similar to what I wrote in my 1st blog I wanted to share it with everyone on here:
Reasons People Like Getting Spanked
The foundational reasons:
1. Seeing someone get spanked and wanting to try it, whether it is at a party or in a movie.
2. Hearing about it or reading about it from various sources such as psychology class or talking to friends.
3. Having someone try it on you and discovering that you like it, such as a domestic partner introducing it to you.
4. A brutal childhood spanking inadvertently causing an involuntary sexual experience, thus altering a person’s sexual development. There is medical evidence to prove that this happens. Studies show that it can happen to children as early as age 4. Brutal spankings on children is strongly discouraged.
Current sexual reasons:
1. Enhances sexual arousal by sensations traveling to the sexual parts.
2. Sets the mood.
3. Causes an increase of hormones to flow through the body, thus increasing the body’s ability to get aroused.
1. Puts a person into a euphoric state.
2. Relieves stress.
3. Relaxes a person.
4. Settles emotions, some people may use spankings to relieve them of emotional pain, but that is not the case for everyone.
5. Relieves a person from a guilty conscience.
1. Seeing the marks left.
2. The marks is like an art that can be enjoyed for a however long they last.
3. For those who like scars, they can be enjoyed for a lifetime.
1. The initial pain can be enjoyable.
2. The after sting can be enjoyable.
3. The feeling of sitting on a freshly spanked butt is often enjoyed.
4. The feeling of a nicely swollen butt that can last for days after a spanking is often enjoyed.
5. The sensations of the implement touching the skin or hitting the skin is enjoyed. In my case, I like the raw wood of a paddle, and I like the sting of a cane, crop, or whip.
Time of day that can be enjoyed.
Morning spanking can be best because the after sting and sensations after getting spanked can be enjoyed throughout the day.
Night spankings can be good because going to bed with that fresh sting can make me sleep better.
Other side benefits of getting spanked:
1. Feeling of being a child or restored youth.
2. Feeling content.
3. The feeling of normalcy especially if you have been spanked often.
4. It feels like there is something missing when not receiving a spanking.
5. Familiarity, things seem right when getting spanked. Things can seem strange or out of place, like there is something wrong when not getting spanked.
6. The feeling of adequacy.
Because spankings are not sinful, they are relatively safe and for the most part only have cosmetic long term side effects, enjoy it. Embrace it.
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home. He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed, “Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home. I want her to know what I go through, so please create a trade in our bodies.”
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man’s wish. The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.
He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate, awakened the kids, set out their school clothes, fed them breakfast, packed their lunches, drove them to school, came home and picked up the dry cleaning, took it to the cleaners and stopped at the bank to draw out money to pay the power bill and telephone bill, drove to the power company and the phone company and paid the bills, went grocery shopping, came home and put away the groceries.
He cleaned the cat’s litter box and bathed the dog. Then it was already 1 p.m. and he hurried to make the beds, do the laundry, vacuum, dust, and sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home. Set out cookies and milk and got the kids organized to do their homework, then set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing greens for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper. After supper he cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, folded laundry, bathed the kids, and put them to bed. At 9 p.m. he was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren’t finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love – which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said, “Lord, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was so wrong to envy my wife’s being able to stay home all day. Please, oh please, let us trade back.”
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied, “My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were. You’ll have to wait 9 months, though. You got pregnant last night!”
So, for some of us, especially those in long distance relationships, it's not easy to punish the sub on the spot, if they mess up in the morning they may not be able to get a proper spanking until that NIGHT. So you can't spank them right away but you want them to remember that a spanking is INEVITABLE what do you do?
There's plugs of coarse, waiting in timeout until then but that could be all day and we're adults with adult schedules, meaning sometimes the lasting punishment has to be discreet as well.
So doms/dommes care to share what kind of punishments you've used in such situations or subs care to share what they've received?
Shoulders down on the mattress, bottom boosted high over stacked cushions, she shifts uneasily. It’s been months since she last felt the burning kiss of the cane. Is she going to be able to take this?
“Only a dozen” is what they’ve planned, but a dozen cane strokes can be no laughing matter. She doesn’t want to disgrace herself by rolling away and calling the whole thing off, now does she?
Although come to think of it, that’s really weird. It’s a consensual spanking, foreplay (severe foreplay) not punishment, to be administered by her husband of many years. Why would she feel disgraced by wimping out? Maybe there’s no explanation. Or maybe it’s just that once committed, she feels compelled to see it through.
Whatever. Here it comes.
But the first stroke barely makes her skin twitch, and the second and third are not much harder. If he lets her off this lightly, will she be more relieved, or disappointed?
Nope. Those were just a warmup. With that unmistakeable but indescribable sound of hard stick impacting soft flesh, things are suddenly serious. She jerks sharply in response to the fierce pain.
And again. And again. And again. It’s becoming an effort to hold herself in position now as stroke follows stroke with a scant three seconds between them. Not enough time for the pain from one stroke to recede before the pain from the next escalates it to a searing intensity.
Eight. She’s panting hard in the effort to dispell the agony.
Nine. Squirming. Clenching and unclenching.
Ten. Aagh! Clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut, oblivious to everything except holding on.
Eleven. Aaagh! Dimly aware of her legs jerking, trying to carry her to safety, but hanging on with all her strength.
Twelve! At last! At last! She can release herself to curl up, to gasp her relief that it’s over, to let her hands fly back to explore the rising welts.
As is the sequel.
A father put his 3 yr old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which ended by saying " God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma, good bye Grandpa" ..The father asked "why did you say goodbye Grandpa?" The little girl said " I don't know daddy, It just seemed like the right thing to do." The next day Grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later as the father put the girl to bed he again listened to her prayers " God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, Goodbye Grandma." The next day Grandma died. . "Holy crap!" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side."
Several weeks later later when the girl was going to bed , the father overheard her prayers. " God bless Mommy, Goodbye Daddy." he practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up the next day at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the cloc.. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in his office so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home. When he got home his wife said " Ive never seen you work so late. Whats the matter?" He said " I don't want to talk about it, Ive just spent the worse day of my life." She said " You think you had a bad day, you'll never what happened to me. This morning my boss died in the middle f a meeting......
So I guess the joke is on me, I was laughing at the magic wand post i put up earlier because in spite of the fact that it was kind of a snarky comment to make and it did earn me a spanking it was still kind of funny and I couldn't help laughing about it a little still, until I got home and was reminded that tonight is maintenance night.
Poor poo for me. Soooooooo long story short, not so funny now.
After all that there are 2 other helpful areas on the profile page if you are on spankingtube (ST) for more than just the videos and photos in photo albums:
1) if you press the arrow beside your username (if you are a member) are the words: My Profile, My Videos, My Photos, My Blog, My Feeds, Requests, and Inbox.
Wherever you are on ST your username is up in the right upper corner which means you have ready access to these areas of your account. I’m sure most of these words/areas seem obvious however I’ve discovered My Feeds is poorly understood. If you subscribe to someone’s material you have access to their recent activity. This is true for all to whom you’ve subscribed. Also you can check the activity of specific members whose material you’ve subscribed to. The EXCEPTION is if the person has designated the material Private then it does not appear on My Feed. This means you need to do it the old-fashioned way by going to the profile and seeing what’s new.
When requests for friendship arrive they will appear here unless you’ve indicated you’ll accept all requests. Inbox obviously will tell you of any new messages. When you joined ST you were asked to make numerous privacy choices; you might wish to re-visit them occasionally.
2) My Quick Jumps or if you’re on another member’s site it will be her/his username Quick Jumps and the drop box with the categories: Profile, Blog, Playlist, Videos, Photo Albums, Favourite Videos, Favourite Photos, Wall, Friends, Subscribers, Subscriptions, and Inbox.
Profile takes you to your profile if you are already on your profile page or to the profile of whose profile page where you are. You will notice under Quick Jumps the username and the word profile. Below that are the words edit profile change avatar If you click edit profile, you’ll be taken to a page where 4 headings appear under the SpankingTube banner: Personal, Preferences, Profile Picture, and Block List.
Personal is the material you uploaded when you joined ST; it can/maybe should be amended periodically as your situation/interests change. Preferences are what you desire with your account/site.
You can choose Privacy Settings where: Playlist, Favourites, Friend List, Subscriptions and Subscribers can be Public, Only Friends or Only Me.
Account Preferences lets you decide Accept Friend Requests Automatically, Make My Wall Public, and Only Accept Messages from Friends.
And finally under Preferences, you decide when you want to receive Email Notifications under the headings of: Videos are approved/rejected, Albums are approved/rejected, Subscribes to my videos, Friend Requests, Writes on my wall, Comments on my videos, Comments on my photos, Comments on my blog entries, Comments on my games, Sends me a message. Profile Picture lets you see and change your avatar. Block List will show you the users you have chosen to block for whatever reason. So far I’ve chosen to block one user because this person refused to accept that I did not want him as a friend.
Blog will take you to whatever blogs have been posted by the person whose profile page you are on.
Playlist – every time you view a video it will appear on your playlist; if you check the videos that appear in your playlist in the upper left corner is a box “Remove”. If you click that box the video will no longer appear in your playlist. Remember if under Preferences you made your Playlist visible to others they will see what you’re watching.
Videos will take you to the videos the person whose profile page you’re on has published.
Photo Albums will take you to the photos and photo albums the person whose profile page you’re on has published.
Favourite Videos are a list of videos you particularly enjoy. If you’re watching a video; below the video you’ll see the words: Embed, Favourite, Flag, Share. If you wish to include the video in a text message, I understand you’ll embed it. If the video is a favourite (it’s your personal choice and reason) you’d click Favourite and it’d appear on your Favourite list and on the video it’d be noted it had been chosen as a favourite. If you press flag, you’re indicating you have a problem with the video and you’ll need to indicate what the problem is. If you view a video you think another or others might enjoy you can press share. Your name will appear as who the video is from; you need to say who it’s to – either email address or ST username with an optional message.
Favourite Photos are a list of photos you particularly enjoy. If you’re viewing a photo; below the photo you’ll see the words: Favourite, Flag, Share. If the photo is a favourite (it’s your personal choice and reason) you’d click Favourite and it’d appear on your Favourite list. If you press flag, you’re indicating you have a problem with the photo and you’ll need to indicate what the problem is. If you view a photo you think another or others might enjoy you can press share. Your name will appear as who the photo is from; you need to say who it’s to – either email address or ST username with an optional message.
Wall is where public messages can be written and viewed by those who visit your profile; like messages and comments posted on published material it can provide some interesting reading.
Friends are those members whom you have accepted a friend request from or those who have accepted a friend request from you. It’s a matter of individual taste who you’d like as a friend; some accept all requests; some have specific criteria, some let those they reject know (and why), most do not. There is no right or wrong way.
Subscribers are those who wish to see what you have published but not necessarily be your friend. The only time it is necessary to be a friend is if the person has indicated their published material is Private. As earlier mentioned as a subscriber you have a ready update of what has been published by members whose material you’ve subscribed to by clicking My Feeds. Even if you’ve subscribed to a friend’s published material if it’s designated Private it will not appear in My Feeds.
Subscriptions are the published material of those you wish to view quickly and easily. My Feeds gives a list of all recently published material by those who you’ve subscribed to – the top entry is the most recent. You can click an individual username on My Feeds and see specific publications by that individual.
Inbox will let you see new messages you’ve received.
Contact (username) under the headings of: Add to friends, Send message, Subscribe, Report user, Block user.