Views: 162 · Added: 15 days ago
Happy Spanksgiving, Everyone
Thanksgiving is celebrated not just in the United States, but also in Canada, Netherlands, Granada, Liberia, Korea. (source: http://cooltickling.com/2010/thanksgiving-around-the-world-infographic/).
I found that Germany, Japan, Norfolk Island also celebrate Thanksgiving. (source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving).
Thanksgiving is picking up in popularity in the United Kingdom, mainly influenced by the many Americans that now live there. (source: http://britishfood.about.com/od/festivecooking/tp/thnksgvng.htm).
And though we don't all celebrate on the same day, we do celebrate for the same reasons. For family, friends and all the good we received throughout the year.
So take a moment to be grateful for all that you have.
Have a safe Holiday Season, everyone. C
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Views: 104 · Added: 15 days ago
To all my dear Spankarino friends!!
Eats lots of good food, love your family and friends (even if they don't deserve it!) and be grateful for the sheltered lives we lead.
Much love to you all,
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Views: 124 · Added: 15 days ago
"never too old to get spanked" I am 45...Well, not in my case, but any way.
I've been interested in spanking since I was (under 18). This didn't really take root until around 2003, when I discovered a whole group of people that actually live it in their personal lives. Married people, singles, etc. Spanking mentors, you name it, I've heard about it.
Sometimes I do year for those days of old, when, if I did something wrong, there was a price to pay, with my red sore bottom. To fear the person who would be administering that deserved punishment. Yeah it would seem to be a bit odd for a 45 y.o. to be spanked, but sometimes its just necessary, no matter what age you are. Even in the case of a younger spanker, with an older spankee across their lap, or bedside..whatever.
I do have some attitude because of my age, I admit that. Maybe I'm not 100% on top of my house chores (by no means is my home nasty).
Butt, that fear factor! OMg..."I hope ____ doesn't find out I did that" thats where it is! Attitude adjustment, motivation, whatever the reason; its that cramping feeling in your stomach. That "OH NO, _____is coming over to "talk" to me." Thats what DD is all about. I'll be the first to tell you, that I snub my nose at authority, I've been on my own for a very long time. I probably would be a tough case, I know I would. Some people would call all this spanking thing, immature of me. So what, this is my life, I'll live it the way I want to, and ask for what I want. I just want to be a better person.
Views: 87 · Added: 15 days ago
I have been smoking since I was 17, about a pack per day. Now I have numerous times run an ad for help on quitting. There have been a few replies here and there, but mostly its over looked. When I try to explain, I get puzzled looks as to my need. I have been searching locally (to no avail), and before you stick your hand up in the air, allow me to go ahead and say this. "While the cats away, the mice will play." Yeah, so please don't waste my time trying to tell me that you can break me of this habit through an email...HA HA HA! "cyber spanking, self spanking" yeah right, like I'm going to fall for that.
Relax, I was being general here with that "YOU" talk. They say...you have to want to quit, and I do, BUTT, without constant on my butt supervision, its a joke, it really is.
Why do I feel that this is necessary? Simple, we all know how well DD works, serious DD, not the erotic spanking we see so much of. I firmly believe that if someone was on top of this, and kept tabs on me. I think that it will work eventually, or I'd just always have a hard time sitting. Its THAT SIMPLE.
I have read other stories and accounts of spanking mentoring for this have worked for others. There are other areas, that needs work too, but thats for another time
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Views: 144 · Added: 15 days ago
I'm not sure why but in the past few days I have been unable to view any videos. I click on them and get the summary of what they are about but no video. Just a banner for another website. Anyone else having this problem? Also, my inbox is showing that I have no new messages, but if I go to the inbox there are new messages that appear to have been read; but haven't been read by me. Strange, no?
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Last Sunday I confronted the the annual Fox Hunt,who despite numerous warnings,still tried to cross my land. My niece,four of her friends and and a close friend of mine stood for about an hour and waited for the hunts arrival. Jenny was in bed with a heavy cold.While we waited we chatted and listened to music.
All day Sunday the village was a hive of activity,there were hunt Saboteurs from a different County as well as an increased Garda presence;every year,without fail,there is trouble; someone always gets pushed around. My little sabotage group didn't have long to wait before we heard the sound of the hunting bugle and the thundering of hooves over the yelping of the hounds. We stood and watched as they galloped towards us.For a few moments we wondered were they going to stop! We began to make our own noise;one of my nieces friends had brought her music system and blared some ACDC,while the rest of us banged on some pots and pans that I had brought from my kitchen. As the hunt approached they began to slow down,the hounds ran around us and were very excited by the raw sausages I had put on the ground.The head huntsman stopped his horse right in front of me and asked could they pass:I refused permission and then things began to get ugly.
There was a lot of name calling and rude words flying about. Then who should appear but the huntswoman who had called me a whore in the pub on Saturday night. She actually used her horse to try to shove me aside. I grabbed hold of the horse's bridle and refused to let go; a stand off ensued.My teenage friends,led by my niece,began to hurl the most wicked vituperation at the hunt members. Again the huntswoman tried to move her horse but I held fast.She raised her riding crop but I told her that if she struck me I would do time for her murder. The stand off continued. We kept up all the noise we could make;the hunt members were able to give as good as they got and tempers were definitly rising.
Without warning a Garda car appeared and the two garda,one of whom is the village sergeant got out and came over. The sergeant ordered me to let go of the bridle but I refused,pointing out that this was my land and I had not given these "shitheads" permission to come onto my land. He said he would deal with it and again he asked me to let go of the bridle. I again refused until I had an undertaking that the hunt would "bugger off!" The sergeant was just about to say something when the horse,getting anxious, brought his hind quaters around suddenly,knocking the sergeant off his feet.The poor Garda sergeant landed on the ground;now it had been raining heavily the night before so one can imagine the condition his uniform was in,he was caked in mud. The spectacle of his falling caused my teenage friends to roar with laughter. I extended a helping hand but instead of thanking me he promptly arrested me to "prevent a further breach of the peace". My friend intervened and found herself also arrested on the same charge. The huntswoman laughed and kicked me on the shoulder,she was arrested for affray.
We were brought to the Garda station and held for just over two hours. My friend and I were eventually cautioned but released without any further charges. I declined the offer to press charges against the huntswoman as I will sort her out myself sometime. Jenny had to get out of bed to collect me at the station. At least I am now hailed a hero among my niece and her friends. The next hunt is the day after Christmas day...shoulder to shoulder we will stand again!
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Views: 97 · Added: 15 days ago
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Spanking Tube friends or at least my friends that celebrate Turkey Day. For all my other friends across the pond, if you start swimming now you should make in time for my Fried Turkey, corn bread dressing, fried corn, green beans, squash, sweet potatoes, roll and pumpkin pie or SWEET ICE TEA.....too
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Views: 117 · Added: 16 days ago
I'm dealing with some very serious issues re: this whole spanking lifestyle, and I REALLY need someone who is mature and experienced in this lifestyle to talk to about this.
Views: 110 · Added: 16 days ago
Ok. My entire day off has been a mess and now here is the finale. For some reason, out of the blue, I can't seem to do play the videos here on my phone anymore. Needless to say, I'm pissed!
Does anyone have a solution to this problem, short of me throwing the phone against the nearest wall?
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Views: 171 · Added: 16 days ago
Part 5—Professor Littlejohn
Some days, I can’t believe my luck. But then, some days, I know it has to be more than luck. It’s fate, as if some great force has brought all to bear for one ecstatic moment.
Ellie, this beautiful young woman, has presented herself to me, for chastisement, and for direction. She has surrendered herself to me, to accept punishment, and she has given me the nod to take her panties down and spank her bare. I lift her skirt and slide my fingers beneath the waist band of her cotton briefs. Staying true to form in her pleated skirt and knee socks, she’s the school girl to the core, wearing plain white panties, no frills. She lifts her hips a bit from my lap, so that I might more easily slide her panties down.
It is in a state of reverence that I uncover her bottom. I’ve always felt that to remove a woman’s panties is a sacred act. When making love, this action signifies the final surrender, when the woman casts aside the last thin barrier of defense and opens herself completely. But when she allows her bottom to be bared for a spanking, the sense of surrender is even more profound. She opens herself not merely to pleasure, but to punishment and pain. She opens her heart to the will of another. She accepts his direction and bends to his will, regardless of what she might rather. She empties her cup completely.
Ellie, as I’ve said, is a beautiful young woman, and her bottom is flawless. Moreover, it’s red from the spanking she’s received over her skirt. I place my hand lightly on the warm flesh of her right cheek. I tell her:
“We’re going to take it up a notch, young lady. This is going to be more intense.”
Ever so slightly, I feel her hand gripping my calf. But otherwise she’s stoic. Waiting.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods, several quick bobs of the head, and she grips my leg a bit tighter.
I spank her with a steady rhythm on the same spot, over and over. I can tell the burn is building as she tenses. I stop, rub the hot spot a bit, and tell her, “Sometimes, Ellie, when you sit down to do a writing assignment, you meet with resistance. But here’s the trick...”
I spank her now on the left cheek, with that same rhythm, looking to build that same heat on the other side. She holds out in silence for a time. I pause for a moment, gather my breath, and my momentum to deliver one unexpectedly hard smack. It makes her jump.
“The trick is, dear girl, that when you meet with resistance, you have to push through...”
I resume the steady, rhythmic spanking, but alternating cheeks now, and smacking her ever harder as I go until she starts to wriggle and moan. She lets go of my leg and reaches back to block me, but grab her wrist and continue, hardly missing a beat...
“You just have to push through, Miss Fiore. Put words on paper. Write something—anything!”
Here, I stop talking and just pound. I pound until her wriggles and moans transform into something earnest. She thrashes, throws her head back and lets out an earnest cry of pain. Here, I stop. I soothe her tormented bottom and speak to her softly.
“Do you understand, dear girl...you can’t allow yourself to procrastinate. And you can’t let perfection be the enemy of progress. You have to put something on paper. What do you think, young lady, have you found your voice? Do you have a story to tell?”
She bobs her head emphatically and answers in gasping tones: “Yes! Yes! I...I don’t know, but...Yes! I’ll have the story tomorrow. That’s enough...please!”
“Oh, no, that’s not quite enough, young lady, because you haven’t yet felt the paddle.”
To be continued...
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Views: 121 · Added: 16 days ago
Spanking implements are many and varied , and can be expensive. In any "hobby" it's always nice to have specialist equipment , but with a little imagination , and invention it can be fun to make your own.
(Photo c/o spkrbryan) I don't think I'm the only one who walks around a DIY store and sees endless possibilities for things to be put to spanking uses . So many interesting , and fun ways to make your loved one's bare bottom blush .
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Views: 57 · Added: 16 days ago
I guess for many of us , at one time or another , we felt we were consumed by "kinky " thoughts that no one else shared ,how wrong we were.
I like to read others bios and blogs, and the number of people who desperately want to be spanked/spank is testament to the popularity of the practice .If you're not in a relationship in which spanking plays a part , or you have a partner who , in all other respects is your ideal , but who won't or can't take the hint , which sadly isn't uncommon from what I've read , spanking tube is a great forum for exploring and enjoying spanking. I love to talk spanking , and exchange views with other ST users...very stimulating.
Spanking , its such a fascinating subject , people like it for all kinds of reasons , and there is always some thing new to learn.
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Views: 85 · Added: 16 days ago
Long week this week and barely have time for myself and feeling kinda grumpy about it but on the bright side my daughter got to see her first snow fall today :-)
Well just in case things get even busier this week
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How many times did I get into trouble for smoking?
My dad ran a corner shop on the end of a terraced street of houses. He sold general groceries but also newspapers and tobacco. He always had a packet of Woodbines open and would often sell just one or two of these ciggies to elderly customers who didn't want to buy a full pack. On my way out to school I would sometimes pinch a Woodbine to share with my mate Roy during school playtime. My dad probably knew about it and turned a 'blind eye' - back in the 1950's no one knew of the dangers of smoking and people went around with a cig hanging from their lips. Once however I did over-reach even dad's patience. I pinched a whole 20-pack of Player's Full Strength, very expensive (cost me several weeks pocket money in the end)and dad missed them almost as soon as I had gone. Being a generous soul I was soon handing them out to school mates. It was not long before there were several school boys with green complexions feeling sick owing to the very strong tobacco and having to dash to the toilets. It was not long before the 'proverbial' hit the fan and we were called to the Headmaster's office. The other lads got three strokes of the cane for smoking - but I got six strokes for smoking and supplying the others, and the cigs were confiscated. The cane was always used on the trousered bottom at school. I came out of the headmaster's office with tears streaming down my face and my backside in flames.
I dragged my sorry backside home only to find that dad had received a telephone call from the headmaster. Dad was furious about my stealing and, not least, by being himself told off by the headmaster! It was not long before I was trouserless in the storeroom having my six livid welts inspected by dad. But no quarter was given and dad whacked my bare backside with the slipper in a valiant attempt to obliterate the cane stripes. Then it was off upstairs to bed without any supper.
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Ryan had been feeling like Mrs. Roberts hadn't been paying attention to him lately. She had had too many clients that week, he was feeling both ignored and frankly, a bit jealous of her customers. He heard muffled punishment sessions through the floor boards, some rather severe. He wished he could watch somehow. He imagined sneaking little remote cameras into her rooms upstairs, but she would surely find out and he knew he'd regret the attempt. He wondered if other men, and the female clients too, got aroused like he did during the sessions. He'd like to watch for erections, or dilated vaginas, or other signs like moaning, asking for more, cooperating too well, obviously breaking rules, being bratty. On Friday morning, he had no classes on Fridays, he was in bed listening to an early appointment. As usual, it began in the front room, he heard a vigorous spanking begin. The client's voice was high, a woman this time he thought. She had a cute, short reply to each swat, with a bit of a squeak. The spanking stopped, he heard the floor boards creak as they walked down the hall to the back room, one that Mrs. Roberts only used with Ryan, normally. Ryan realized he could peek in the back window if he was careful. He pulled on his drawstring pants, t-shirt and flip flops and headed outside. In a few moments he was quietly tip-toeing around the corner of the house, trying to avoid the dry leaves and twigs that littered the ground. He took off his flip flops and crept up under the back room's one small window. Inside was a single bed, in the middle of the room allowing access to both sides. It was firm, had two pillows and a smooth white cotton comforter on it. He slowly poked his head up from the lower left corner of the window, hoping that the curtain would hide him. He was in luck, Mrs. Roberts back was turned to the window as she stood midway along the bed. A tall, shapely woman stood at the door, eyes fixed on Mrs. Roberts. She was holding her skirt up and in front of herself, her panties were down around her knees and the edges of her round ass showed reddening from the spanking. She was nodding her head as she listened to Mrs. Roberts' lecture. She stepped forward, Mrs. Roberts had put the two pillows on top of one another in front of her on the bed, the young woman lay down over them. Mrs. Roberts shifted a bit to the right, obscuring Ryan's view of her bare bottom. He shifted to one side, and unfortunately stepped square on a large dry branch, snapping it loudly. Mrs. Roberts turned slowly and found herself looking squarely into
Ryan's eyes. She glared at him for a moment, then nodded her head sideways, telling Ryan to get away from the window. She returned her attention to her client without revealing what had happened. As Ryan quickly returned to his room, his face red with embarrassment, he heard the young woman taking a harsh strapping. The particular sound of the leather belt across her ample ass cheeks was unmistakable. He had a feeling he would soon be experiencing the same sensations.
About twenty minutes later, he heard a knock on his exterior apartment door. He answered, as soon as the door opened Mrs. Roberts reached in and grabbed Ryan by his hear, hauling him out and around to the back of the house, where he had been peeping.
"Young man, I cannot believe what you did just now. Not only did you invade my privacy, you risked my relations with my client, potentially clients if anyone found out. You are really in trouble now, more than you have ever been before with me. This is enough for me to reasonably evict you, you have broken the trust I thought we had established. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Ryan was still in his drawstring pants, without underwear. His cock was beginning to stiffen, listening to the lecture.
"I'm sorry, really, I'm so sorry Mrs. Roberts, I didn't mean to do anything like that, it was just kind of irresistable, I mean I can hear through the floor, and, please please, I don't want to be kicked out, Mrs. Roberts, I like it here!"
Mrs. Roberts looked at Ryan, listening to him, and believed he didn't really think about the consequences. Her face softened a bit, then her eyes squinted as she told him to drop his pants. He whined, asking to go inside, someone might see, but Mrs. Roberts insisted, making him pull his own pants down to his ankles. She turned him to the wall, putting his hands on the window sill. She told him to step back, so his ass stuck out. It was cool, he felt air moving across his ass and cock, which twitched in to a hard-on as he waited. She had a paring knife in her hand, and was cutting a branch off a nearby bush, stripping off it's smaller limbs. Soon she had a flexible green switch in hand. Ryan had to wait through the entire process, exposed in the cool morning air in the side yard. No one could really see him, unless they walked down the sidewalk and heard his whipping in progress, then they could see right through the fence boards which were spaced about an inch apart. He kept looking for signs of anyone walking past. so far no one.
"Please Mrs. Roberts, I'll do anything you say if we can just go inside." His voice was a low, Mrs. Roberts laughed loudly.
"You will do as I command, whether inside or out, Ryan. Don't worry, your punishment will start shortly, I'm nearly done. Maybe if you had thought this little escapade through you wouldn't be in this position, now would you?"
Ryan was visibly anxious, his legs twitched and he rolled his hips slightly, his cock becoming very hard as he waited.
Mrs. Roberts moved to Ryan's side, about an arms length away. She tapped the green switch against his ass.
"Get into proper position, young man, legs straight, back arched. I want to see your round little bottom up in the air, asking for it's punishment. Now, ask me to whip your bare bottom for peeping in my window."
"Oh, no, please, Mistress...."
She laid one moderately strong stroke across the middle of his ass, making him jump and shake his ass.
"OOOWWWW!!!! Please, not that, please no...."
"Ask me to whip your bare ass, or you punishment won't start, you'll get nothing but 'extra strokes' to begin with."
Ryan groaned in pain, the first stripe burned intensely, it was a real surprise.
"Please, Mistress, whip me for peeping in your window."
Mrs. Roberts laid another stroke across his ass, parallel to the first.
"OWWWWW!!! That HURT!" Ryan was no longer worried about witnesses, he only thought about the burning pain in his ass.
She tapped the switch against his bared bottom.
"You didn't say where to apply that whipping, Ryan, where do you want me to whip you for peeping?"
"Ohhhh, please Mistress, please whip my bare bottom for peeping in your window."
She tapped it a few more times, in different places high and low on his proffered ass. She laid a swift stroke low on his ass, at the top of his thighs. He jumped and grabbed his cheeks with his right hand.
"OOWWWW!!! Please, please can we go inside, please...."
Mrs. Roberts tapped the switch against his hand, over the first stripes across his tight bottom.
"Get back in to position, and I'll consider your request. Straighten those legs, put your hand back on the sill, and offer your bottom properly."
Ryan slowly complied. Mrs. Roberts tapped the switch against the rising welts across his bare bottom. He tightened and relaxed his ass as she did so, she watched as though she enjoyed seeing him like this. She took her time, making Ryan more and more anxious.
"Tell you what, Ryan, I'll give you six more strokes out here, before we retire to that back room to resume your punishment. Count them out, and ask for another one each time."
She tapped the switch against his ass three more times, then laid down a hard stroke higher on his ass than the others.
"oowwwwwwWWWWWWW! One. Thank you Mistress, may I please have another." He groaned and whimpered quietly.
Mrs. Roberts tapped a few more times, then laid down another hard stroke.
"OOOWWWWWwwwww! Two. Thank you Mistress, may I please have another." His legs twitched and shook as he tried to absorb the burning sensation. He cock wobbled side-to-side as he did so. She watched it intently.
She continued with hard strokes through number six. Ryan's legs were quivering with the pain, his ass showed burning red stripes, some on top of each other, with thick welts forming. He wouldn't be sitting on a hard chair for a while, without being ordered to at least. He grabbed at his ass with both hands, trying to rub out the pain.
Mrs. Roberts marched Ryan back to his apartment in a forced waddle, hard cock out in front, his drawstring pants were still around his ankles. She took him to the back room, and he was quickly in the same position on the bed as Mrs. Robert's client had been before.
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I know my worth, I know what a wonderful person I am, I know how how to be strong when I need to be, I know all these things, because I am a woman.
I am perfect in my imperfections, happy in my pain, strong ib my weakness, and beautiful in my own way, because I am me.
I am only me that's all I can be, no more no less.
I love I live I laugh I cry, sometimes I wish I could die.
Somedays I'm funny, somedays I'm not.
Sometimes I'm in over drive and can't stop.
You may not like me, but that's okay, because this is me and how'll Ill stay.
When a female fuck with a dude for real, shell sleep alone before shell let another dude sleep in his spot.
Chin up shoulders back.
Wipe those tears get back on track.
Smile, wave, and wink with class and tell them all to kiss your ass.
If you start to miss me.
Remember I didn't walk away, you let me go.
Views: 93 · Added: 17 days ago
Hi @ all :)
Feel free to add me :)
What you can expect:
- more pictures and videos from me
- more spanking pics generally
- good conversation
- a spanking friend
- talks about what you want
- exchange of spanking experiences
- a smile from me :)
Views: 137 · Added: 17 days ago
Hope everyone has a blessed and wonderful day. And if its snowing where your at and your driving drive safe and stay warm.
Views: 121 · Added: 17 days ago
1. Spanking promotes good blood circulation.
2. A soaped out mouth is a clean mouth.
3 Standing in the corner corrects bad posture.
4. Spanking is a fast and cost effective way to apply blush.
5. Writing lines improves penmanship.
6. Spanking creates jobs for the economy.
7. Spanking promotes global warming without affecting the ozone layer.
8. Leather implements help to ensure an animals hide won't go to waste.
9. Spanking supports the old adage, ”You are never too old to learn.”
10. Being OTK gives you an up close look as to whether your floors need cleaning.
11. Getting strapped or belted over the back of a couch ensures that more then just the seating area of said couch gets used.
12. Having a freshly spanked bum prevents you from sitting in front of a monitor and spending money on those lecherous auction websites, thereby saving you money. Funny how it doesn't prevent you from sitting in front of that same monitor and logging on S Tube to share your experience with your spanko friends.
Views: 156 · Added: 17 days ago
Just got spanked for a half hour. I was disrespectful. I also aggravated and disappointed cswreddogg666. I am sorry for acting and doing the things I did. I am not going to aggravate, disrespect or disappoint you again. I learned and want everyone to know CSWREDDOGG666 IS NO JOKE!!!!!!!