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I finally got up the nerve and told my husband that I'm a spanko and about ST. He had never heard of a spanko before so I had to fill him in on what it means. He wasn't very happy about my chatting with people(guys)on ST either. I had to assure him that I wasn't getting into some sort of relationship with someone online. He told me that spanking isn't really his thing and he gets nothing out of it but if it's what I want he would be willing to give it a try. It was a pretty awkward conversation. Then he proceeded to give me a good, hard spanking. A couple of days later he surprised me by telling me to go up to our bedroom because he was going to spank me. It's been a great beginning. I'll take other people's advice and go slow with him and give him lots of good feedback. As time goes on we will hopefully turn it up a few notches. I'm so glad I told him.
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Views: 79 · Added: 16 hours ago
I'm giving up my profile. I can't cope with anger and disharmony at all.
I know it was stupid to offend someone in public and I am very sorry for this. I can't make it unhappen. I wish I could. I can just learn from this on another platform. Maybe fetlife.
Nobody reacts to my blog entries eventhough I'm taking care in writing and people I used to write with in a friendly way or I hadn't even spoken with at all just blocked me offhand, too.
I've still been hoping for a second chance, but I think waiting for this is all in vain.
So there's a few people I have made friends with. That is why I'm leaving my mail address here, hoping to stay in contact with them in private.
Maybe they can keep me up to date about this blog. :-)
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Views: 208 · Added: 1 days ago
I received the following message from Farah66. I can't believe I'm getting this crap on ST.
READING: from farah wazir
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I quickly removed my dress, bra, and panties, and took my place with my nose stuffed deep in the corner.
"Put your hands behind your head, and don't you dare rub that bottom!" he growled.
I heard him move around the room, arranging things like he wanted. Then, I heard him move into the bedroom. No doubt, he was grabbing implements. My stomach was in knots dreading what could be coming.
I felt him come up behind me and put his arms around me, pressing himself against my sore backside. He rubbed my breasts, and I let out a deep moan. "Does that feel good?"
"It always feels good when you hold me."
"We aren't there yet." He pinched my nipples roughly and I groaned. "We have a ways to go. Do you know why you are being punished?"
"Because I didn't call you when I was going to be late."
"AND?" he angrily replied.
"I drank too much to drive."
"Very irresponsible. But, that's not all."
"And, I lied to you, Sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said, on the verge of tears. I hate it when I disappoint him.
"You deserve this, don't you?"
"I deserve to be punished, Sir. I've been bad."
"That's right. Come here."
He led me back to the chair, and back over his knees. This time, he tucked my arms and head under the table, where he had restraints hooked to the posts. He reached down and put the restraints on my wrists.
"No, please, sir! I'll be still, I promise!"
"Be quiet. Remember, you deserve to be punished, right?"
Now, I couldn't move my arms, nor could I see anything but the floor and underside of my kitchen table. He was in total control.
He moved me to drape over one knee, and with his other leg, he restrained my knees. I knew this was to be one of the most severe spankings I'd ever received and the fear was nearly intolerable.
He rubbed my stinging backside, and told me how much he loved me and he was worried. That he didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to me. That he had to do this to make sure I would always let him know I was ok, and never put myself in danger again.
Then, he began peppering my backside with medium-intesity spanks from my wooden paddle hairbrush. I hate this brush. The only spanking I'd received from it was pretty bad, and I remembered it every time I sat down for the next week.
But, the spanking became harder. A lot harder. And I couldn't move. I couldn't fight. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! "Pleeeeease!!!" I cried in vain.
"You're a very naughty girl. Look at you, turned over my knee like a bad little girl. Getting a spanking for misbehaving. Do you feel good about yourself?"
"No, Sir! I don't."
"Tell me how much you deserve this. Tell your daddy what a bad, little girl you are."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. Thank you for spanking me. I deserve it for being so naughty." And with this, I was fighting back tears of humiliation, fear of what was next, and the pain of my stinging bottom.
"I'm going to spank you with this brush for 5 minutes. You will not get a break. And, you will be crying before I'm done with you tonight. I promise you that."
And, then he proceeded to keep his promise. Five minutes is a very long time when measured in how many swats a hairbrushing will produce.
I begged, I pleaded, I apologized - to no avail.
And, when he did finally stop, I begged him to rub it - to let me up so I could rub it. But, he paid no attention to my requests.
"You are not in charge tonight, Shayla. You are a naughty little girl, getting her bottom spanked for misbehaving. You don't make the decisions. Clearly, you aren't responsible enough to know what is good for you. So, tonight, I will let you know what is good for you.
With that, I felt him pry my butt cheeks apart. "This is not going to feel good. In fact, I think you will dislike this very much." The strong odor of peppermint oil permeated the kitchen, and I became very scared.
I felt him insert a butt plug into me. It was quite uncomfortable. But, the stinging that followed was immeasurable. He had figged me before, but this was much more intense. Bordering on unbearable.
I started to whimper and cry out. He told me to take my punishment like a good little girl, as he unhooked my restraints. He bent me over the table, and moved his chair back. I could tell he was sitting back and watching me writhe in discomfort as I lay bent over the place I eat my dinner. I could tell he was quite pleased with this new element to the punishment session.
After a few minutes, I heard him stand, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the belt buckle as he readied this terrifying implement in his hand. "You will not repeat this behavior ever again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir, yes, Sir, I promise! Never again!" With that statement, I felt the blistering thwack of the belt across my already reddened and burning backside.
I couldn't tell which was worse, the stinging inside my bottom, or the lashes of the belt. But, I was in tears with just a few swats. Begging and pleading with him that I had had enough, and that I was sure to be a good girl.
"You will receive 200 lashes with my belt, then you will go to bed with this plug inserted. Do you understand me young lady?"
"There will be no arguments, and this plug better still be in your ass in the morning, or we will repeat the entire punishment before you leave for work. And, if you test me, you will wear the plug all day tomorrow, AND I will meet you for a lunchtime spanking. Do I make myself clear?"
I sobbed as I replied that I would retain it overnight, and that he would not have any arguments from me.
Then, 50 lashes at a time, I received the harshest punishment I've ever received to date.
I fell asleep that night with his arms wrapped around me, tears drying on my face, and his plug firmly implanted in my very sore bum. And, I couldn't have been happier.
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Views: 121 · Added: 1 days ago
I came home late from a party after losing track of time, not checking in, and having one too many tasty beverages. He was waiting up.
"I'm sorry," I said when I noticed the glow of the TV from the bedroom in the darkness, "my phone died and I didn't know what time it was."
I set my purse on the table and started removing my jewelry as I headed to our room. Just then, my phone rang. I froze, and my heart dropped to my stomach.
As his backlit, muscular silhouette appeared in the doorway, he hung up his phone, and said, "Have any more lies for me, or do you figure you have gotten yourself into enough trouble?"
I swallowed hard, and eased my way forward in silence as I pondered what was coming.
"Well, then, I'll take your lack of answering as an admission of your guilt." He moved forward toward me, grabbed my hand and led me back to the kitchen. He flicked on the lights, and pulled the chair out from the table to take a seat. He was shirtless, and in his gray sweatpants - no doubt, ready for bed. It was when I thought he looked the sexiest. But, his face was hardened from anger and anxiety over my well-being for the past few hours.
"You should have been home hours ago, Shayla. And, not one phone call or text to let me know you were ok! How many drinks did you have?"
I just stared at him, blankly. I know lying would not be in my best interest, but, telling the truth would disappoint him even more.
"I asked you a question!"
"Fine, then I can assume too many, and add that you didn't call me for a ride - and instead drove home drunk!"
I didn't have a chance to answer this one. In one quick motion, I was over his lap and my skirt up over my back.
"I will not tolerate this, Shayla," he began, and he lowered a series of sharp smacks across my upturned bottom. "I don't mind you going out with your friends, but you WILL check in if you will be staying later than expected, and you WILL call me if you need a ride."
"I know, I'm sorry.." I started.
"You aren't even beginning to be sorry, yet, young lady. But, you will be."
I could feel both sets of cheeks reddening. From the embarrassment of my mistakes, and from his unmerciful attack on my backside. I pride myself on taking my punishments without whimpers or crying, but, I could tell he was on a mission with this discipline.
The stinging was turning unbearable from his hand spanking, and I moved my hand back in a failed attempt to lessen the severity, or slow him down. Neither occurred. It only increased his resolve and the speed with which he slapped my deserving bum.
"Please, it hurts!"
He grabbed my wrist with his free hand, and continued to spank me with no pause. "Don't make me restrain you, Shayla. You deserve every bit of this and more. And, you know it. Don't you?"
"Yes, I know!" I cried out.
"What did you say to me?"
"Yes, Sir! I meant, yes, sir!"
With my wrist still in his hand, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them up hard to expose my cheeks. Then, he resumed with his hand spanking. The sting was bad, but being exposed this way to him was mortifying.
"Please, sir. I'm so sorry! It won't happen again!"
"I can promise you it won't, little girl. Because, if it does, the punishment will last you days. I can tell you tonight will feel like a light tap compared to what will happen next time."
My ass was stinging so bad, and it felt like forever. I thought he would never stop. I started kicking my legs with every slap, which only aggravated him more.
"Stop squirming, Shayla, or I will hold your legs down, too. Is that what you want?"
"No! No, Sir, please don't! But, I need a break! Please!"
"Break? Well, I needed a phone call. That seems like it was too much to ask, too."
Then, he stopped. "I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."
"We aren't done. You are far from done, young lady."
That sentence alone almost brought me to tears.
"Stand up. Get your clothes off, and stand in that corner until I'm ready for you." And, he gave me one last HARD slap before I stood up.
ctnd in part 2....
Views: 148 · Added: 1 days ago
Of late, I've been contemplating what purpose online forums, chatting, etc. actually serve if not to meet people, learn about them, and figure out if you are compatible for disciplinary sessions, friendships, or romance.
Recently, I had an inbox message from a ST user, stating that he recently relocated, and was serious about discipline. We responded in a few back and forth messages here, before moving to a chat program.
Throughout the course of our discussions, I asked him several questions about himself in an effort to get to know him. He only asked me 2 things in around a week of correspondence. My questions included what type of disciplinarian he was, what types of videos he enjoyed, and what he might do in various scenarios. See, in my past (before spankingtube), I've met gentlemen (I use that term loosely) who've claimed to be into spanking, only to find out they were seeking sex (as I'm sure SEVERAL women on here have also encountered) and weren't really into discipline at all.
I was mortified, and shocked to find out that not only would he not elaborate on any of this, but, proceeded to accuse me of solely wanting to engage in a form of online "sexting". So, I promptly informed him he had misread my cues, wished him well, and warned him that if he wanted to meet women online, it might be a good idea for him to actually try to get to know someone, and allow them to also get to know him! There's no way I'm going to arrange a meeting with someone who's name I don't even know, let alone, know if they are true spankers or just abusers or someone fishing for a sex partner incognito. Talk about a red flag...
My shock in this is...I look at ST as a place to safely find like-minded folks. Those who will engage in a bit of "get to know you" discussions in a non-judgmental forum. I look at ST as a safe haven for us all - one that stimulates discussions and shared experiences. But, this was completely the opposite.
Are my expectations too high, or was I being unreasonable, or were my red flags right on?
Views: 159 · Added: 1 days ago
Just coming back into spanking after a few years away from things. Things seem to change quite quick when you come away from the spanking / fetish scene. However I now have no aspirations to be any part of any scene ever again, I just want to do my own thing my own way. Id love to do afew more films again , all the ones shown o here are well over 10 years old now. I do though look at some of the older people who appear in films and they are all really good. Bearing that in min perhaps th best is yet to come.
Got a new site / blog which I run with a freind of mine.
Not much there at the moment but give it time.
God Bless you all
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Views: 155 · Added: 1 days ago
I have seen this done before, but it is a fun game to pick a favorite celebrity that you would like to be spanked by or if you are Dom/Top give a spanking. For me, the character of "Joan" in the Netflix series Mad Men would be great! She has red hair, milky white skin, large full breasts, full lips, and wide hips with a full shaped bottom that would give her a very stable base to administer an over the knee spanking! She is both sexy and yet maternal. She has a very confident nature. Great package for me, now about the rest of the group members?
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Views: 197 · Added: 2 days ago
“Deary, deary me!” she said to herself (or words to that effect) “what an adventure this is turning out to be!”
Just then, she hears the sound of heavy breathing behind her and a large shadow joins hers on the path.
Goldipox freezes in her tracks – she recognizes that shadow AND the heavy breathing – although it is a little heavier and more laboured than usual.
“What the fuck do you want this time Woolfie?” she snarls, spins around to meet him and lets out a gasp of astonishment! “Oh my God! What happened to you for fuck's sakes? You look as though you have been playing doctors and nurses with the Ogres – with you as the patient!”
It was true – the Big Bad Wolf looked to be in a terrible state. His left arm was in a sling, his head was swathed in bandages, and he was hobbling along on a crutch with one leg in a plaster cast.
“Doh don’t ask!” growled the Wolf dolefully. “I have had the most terrible time with those pesky Three Little Piggies. They could have had me killed you know! I am going to complain to my union about it!”
Goldipox shakes her head in disbelief. “Dear me,” she remarks in a tone which she hopes will sound grave and suitably sympathetic. “What on earth happened? You are supposed to kick their pink little arses big-time – at least that's what happens in the books I have read?”
“Yes and I would have too if it hadn’t been for that cowboy Jack and the substandard building methods he employs!” growled Mr Wolf.
“How do you mean?” asked Goldipox, intrigued.
Well,” explains the Wolf. "It was all going to plan okay. The Three Little Piggies had each built a house like they were supposed to – except that one of the lazy little sods had gotten Jack to build hers for her in exchange for certain "sexual favours" (don't ask!).
“The first little pig had built her house from straw, so I huffed and I puffed, and I blew it down – then I cut her up in handy joints and put them in my freezer.
“The second one had built her house from sticks so I get some gasoline and burn it down with her inside it. That was a good move because it smoked and cooked the meat all in one go. There was too much bacon to go in the freezer that I even gave some to the fire crew who turned up – too late as per fucking usual – to put the fire out.
“Then I got around to the third little piggy who was hiding inside a house made of bricks. Well I tried huffing and puffing, and I tried setting it on fire but to no avail, so I went over to the Seven Dwarves Mine and bought some of their dynamite! I taped some to the piggy’s door, lit the fuse and stood back. I only wanted to blow the doors off but that fucking twat Jack hadn’t put any mortar between the bricks! The whole fucking lot blew up in the air and then came down on top of ME! It was terrible.
“Fortunately Postman Pat happened to be passing and took me to the hospital in his van. Which reminds me – I am going to get that cat of his for laughing at my misfortune if it’s the last thing I do!”
Goldipox nodded sombrely, doing her best to hide a smirk herself.
“Poor Mr Wolf!” she said in a concerned voice. “I suppose I won’t be seeing you at Grandma’s place then? It’s a pity because I was rather hoping you would gobble her up and I would get to keep her Christmas prezzies. There is some good stuff in this barrow – far too good for a senile old bat who not only drinks like a fish but smells like one as well! ” She screwed her face up at the thought.
The BBW shook his head sadly. “No chance of that I regret to say – the explosion took my dentures with it and I can’t afford to have them replaced. My health insurance policy only covers my teeth for “fire and theft”- it’s in the small print that nobody reads. You couldn’t lend me a few bob could you – until I can get on my feet again?”
Goldipox looked down at the plaster cast and the crutch and shook her head. “Piss off” she said haughtily. “I need all my cash to buy some special sweeties from the Pixies! If you are broke then try your luck at the Salvation Army Hostel. They are good for a bowl of soup and a bed for the night - provided you get there early enough.”
With that she picks up the handles of the wheelbarrow and trundles off down the path.
“Buggery buggery fuck!” she thought to herself. “what a day! And it isn't over yet!”
She was correct. Just as she was thinking that it couldn’t get much worse, who should come along the path but Mr Bun the Baker – to whom she owed money. Besides being the town's baker, as well as running a protection racket, he was the unofficial Toytown bookmaker and several of her investments had not produced the hoped-for returns.
“Ah Miss Goldipox!” he says genially. “You have the money you owe me I hope?”
Goldipox looks a little sheepish, stares down at her feet and shakes her head. “I guess you will have to spank me and give me a good seeing to again?” she replies meekly. “Will a dozen with the slipper followed by a good seeing to clear the debt?”
At the suggestion Mr Bun looks more than pleased an nods his agreement, so Goldipox reaches down, takes off her right plimsoll and hands it over. Then she turns around, lifts her skirts and touches her toes in the time-approved manner.
Mr Bun steps forward, licks his lips and proceeds to give her twelve of the hardest swipes across her taught white panties that he can muster. Oh how Goldipox squeals and wriggles – what a cute little bottom she has! When he is finished with her it is also a very sore bottom.
“Thank you Sir!” she says politely as she stands up gingerly feeling the damage. Wow that was one hell of a slippering. It was far worse that she got from the Wicked Witch the previous week and that was saying something! “Where would you like me for the seeing-to Sir?”
“The same position please Miss Goldipox.” He replies politely. “I just need to pop this ring doughnut over my tackle first.”
Goldipox looks at him with some apprehension. “Why is that?” she asks in alarm. “I don’t’ want to mess with any kinky stuff!”
With that Mr Bun throws back his head and laughs. “Why bless you Missy – there ain’t nothing like that – but you only owes me another three shillings – you can’t have all of this (pointing at his dick) for as little as that!”
He pauses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“I tell you what – I will give you a fiver to bet on the 4:30 race at Kempton Park tomorrow and the doughnut comes off – do we have a deal?”
Views: 327 · Added: 3 days ago
Not been on here nearly as much as I used to be or would like to be
That will hopefully all change again when I'm back in my normal routine
What a laugh - normal !!
Since unleashing the spanko in me life has been anything but normal.
Ok this blog today is simply to nudge you lovely people to read blogs and comment more - just a small for instant
Firestarter wrote a great wee blog about 6 or so down from this one and I'm the only one to comment on it
Come on peeps
If we want to keep talent here let's acknowledge it
Love hugs and of course red bottoms to all who want
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Views: 292 · Added: 4 days ago
Kind of miss this place a bit, but as you all know I graduated on the 8th of June, and started grad school on the 30th of June. I didn’t want to wait too long, b4 I went back, because I just want to get it all over with yanno...
I currently do not have a Daddy or a Mentor, so I will have to put my Spanking needs on the back-burner until I can find someone suitable too handle the challenge. Also I am no longer working 7 days a week, so that gives me a little time, to fulfill some of my own personal needs, like rest, exercise, travel, and seeking out new opportunities in my career goals.
I did have a video I made like a month ago to upload, but I really didn’t like it too much, because I felt it could have been better, and I don’t think I want to post any more videos until I get in a committed DD relationship, with someone who really understands what that is, until then..I can wait and do without the some timey bullshit. I have made some bad choices in regards to a few things in my dd life, but I do know what to do to make things right. I think my issue is I have trust issues, and a short tolerance for disappointments, lies, in-consistency, excuses, ill communication, and people that try to control me without looking at the things they have to changeabout themselves first...
But you cannot change anyone, that does not see the wrong in their actions. With that being said, all the bullshit mis-treatment is dead. Maybe I won’t have a dd relationship for a while, but if that’s how it has to be, let it be that then. I had to do a little spankingtube house cleaning today, because there’s an imposter on board, so until I find out who it is I just cannot accept any more ads for now….sorry guys. That kind of shit pisses me off, but that’s the only way I know how to weed out the haters.
Also since I’m free now, I guess I will utilize this time, to either meet or greet with new spankos, and possibly make some vids with some new spankos as well. Life has really been putting some obstacles in my way, but I keep moving beyond them. I really am hurt because I feel like I suffered a loss, but I am optimistic about new beginnings. Its always the people you hold dear to your heart, that hurt you the most.
For a longtime, I tried to hold on to things and people in my life, who were not making me happy, but I finally woke-up and realized, nobody is worth my mental and physical health, and if they see they are hurting you, and continue to do that, they never cared about your best interests anyway.
It's sad because I know this is only the beginning of my pain, it just aint hit me yet, because I am trying not to let it....idk if any of you have ever felt this way?
I just refuse to shed tears for people that hurt me. life goes on n is wat u make it, so indeed....its time I start living. I plan to take myself on a mini vacation real soon, by myself because I need some me time. my mom does it every year. She goes to a different destination. My stay in the house game is strong, that's why it irritates me when people do me bogus, because for the most part, I am a good-girl, until I feel you crossed me, in some type of way!
I hope everyone is doing fine, because I miss you guys, and the days when my dd life, was evolving. Even though it is at a standstill right now, I will always practice the dd lifestyle, because I am a true spanko, and I will remain a SpanKo4Life! Goodnight yawl….xoxoxo
Views: 235 · Added: 4 days ago
We are often asked about our age and if we have children, and if so, are they older, and are any still living at home, and if so, how does Daila manage to find time to manage my behavior and keep me under her dominant thumb.
I thought this was a good time to talk about this subject because it might help some folks find ways to deal with these issues in their own lives and living situations.
First of all, Daila is 11 years younger than I am. She did come into our relationship with two children, as did I. Our children from those previous relationships were older and are now all living on their own except for her 18 year old daughter who just very recently moved in with us so she can attend college locally. The two of us also decided to have a child together and he is now 4 years old. It probably sounds complicated to most of you but we are still managing to live our lifestyle right around everything that is going on in our lives.
This is how we are doing it:
Daila has started keeping a note pad with her notes about my behavior and other issues throughout the day. At night when we get ready for bed if there is anything I must be punished for then it is taken care of then. Both of the kids sleep like complete rocks and our house it built with a split floor plan so they are both on the other side of the house from our bedroom. If something is bad enough that I have to be dealt with during the day, Daila has taken to using a cane or switches which are considerably much quieter. If she thinks she will need more privacy then she tells her daughter that we need some time to talk and asks her to take our 4 year old for a nice long walk. The two of them are usually gone about 40 minutes or so when they go on walks so Daila waits until they clear the edge of the yard and starts working on me for the next half an hour or so. Before Daila’s daughter came to live with us Daila would just wait until our son was down for a nap. Once he was good and asleep I was hustled off to our room with the door shut and my pants around my ankles.
Daila has also been looking for someplace remote that she can use as a go to place in the car, where she can take me for a good uninterrupted ass beating. We used to have a place like that where we used to live but it has not be easy to find something nearby where we live now. I know it is only a matter of time though before she finds just the right spot. I really hate getting spanked outside too. I always feel like someone might be watching...and they very well could be, but Daila does not seem too phased by that idea...after all, I am the one that is stripped bare and then paddled or strapped like a child right out in the open...not her. And yes, she does have plans to film one of those punishments when she finds the right place to do it.
Well, I hope this clears some things up for everyone, and maybe even helps you with some ideas for your own situations. We both like being able to share information and help others.
Views: 306 · Added: 4 days ago
In the beginning, I was strictly a Top, though I must confess, the thought of being spanked was hidden way on the back burner, until the internet came along. I uploaded 104 front and back covers from "The Ledagram" a vintage magazine published by the pioneers in spanking magazines and movies - Nu West Leda - a site that really opened my eyes to fetish play beyond MF spankings. All true spankos should visit their website
I do wish they would return to providing video samples, the website does not really do the content justice, and is probably hindering sales. I only say that as it is really one of my favorite sources of spanking erotic, doing business since before the digital age. Oh yeah, of the 104, I picked these thee because, the first one I saw as just the photo, and the name of the photo was adel.jpg and I thought the woman's name as Adel until I found Leda - the second cover is a still shot from the first extended play FM spanking video I saw OTK1.avi he is spanked by at least 5 women and the third cover, well it does have ultra hot switch spanko Jennifer Brooks dishing it out to the always erect David :)
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Views: 214 · Added: 4 days ago
A woman's hind quarters is a very beautiful part of her! I saw a lady today with such a full beautiful bottom filling out her jeans. I had to go on the Internet when I got home and enjoy some beautiful female large size bottoms. I know I should receive a good over the knee spanking for doing that but I could not help myself. Ladies your bottoms are beautiful!
Views: 232 · Added: 4 days ago
Twisting and turning on the bed.
Shades of red fill her head.
Pillow under her head, but not for long.
Below her hips is were it will belong.
Atop the nightstand the belt mocks in silence.
Upon the morrow she'll feel it's violence.
Turning over she seeks solace from her lover.
Her hands searching, finding his under the cover.
Timidly her fingers trace the hand that will help her learn.
Warm and inviting, yet capable of creating an awful burn.
Rolling over, his arms engulf her, his hand cradling a breast.
She drifts off to sleep as she spoons against his chest.
Morning comes all too soon, she hears the scraping of a chair.
Dragged to the center of the room, soon she'll be bare.
That uneasy feeling starts deep down in her gut.
Soon she will release the tears needed to escape her rut.
She cannot bare to watch her panties lowered to the floor.
She knows it will be his hand and belt, maybe more.
Suddenly falling and falling she never makes it to his lap.
Awakening from her dream, her bum has never known a slap.
Ashamed and embarrassed, she longs to share with him her desire.
The need to ache, to feel his hand ignite a lasting fire.
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Views: 224 · Added: 4 days ago
Available for REAL disciplinary services ranging from beginner to extreme. If local to Akron Ohio and interested, please feel free to contact me.
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The vet said I'd know when it was time.
I'd been concerned about OC, my orange tabby, for some time now. He was at least 17 and probably closer to 18. He was a street cat one of Julie's friends took in, and the vet said he was about two when we got him near the end of 2000. So his age was starting to catch up with him. It had been years since he'd tried to dart out an open door so he could go catting around.
He started having health challenges a couple of years ago, and they got worse as he aged. In recent weeks, he'd grown unable to tolerate even the canned catfood he'd been eating since losing some teeth and becoming unable to manage kibble, and I'd begun feeding him babyfood. The vet said not to worry as long as he was still getting around and didn't seem to be in obvious pain. He said I'd know. And he was right.
Yesterday morning OC couldn't get up. At first I thought he was having convulsions, flopping on the floor, but then I could see he was just trying to get up. His body was no longer cooperating. After lying there for five or ten minutes, he finally managed to get his feet under him and move about a bit, but it was only with great difficulty.
It was time.
I woke my roommate and she drove me to the vet. I cradled him in my arms until we pulled into the parking lot, then we put him in the carrier. As usual, he hated being in the carrier until we got into the exam room, then he didn't want to come out.
They gave him a sedative and we got to pet him and talk to him while they put the IV in his back leg, then listened with a stethoscope until his heart stopped.
They'll have him cremated for me, and return his ashes for burial near the graves of our other kitties in the backyard. I'm glad they offered cremation - I don't know that I'm up to digging a hole big enough for his body.
He was a good boy, and helped me through a tough time where I'm not sure if I'd have made it without him. I'm going to miss him bigtime. RIP, buddy.
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If I showed you my teardrops,
would you collect them like rain.
Store them in jars,
that are labbelled " Pain ".
Would you follow their tracks,
from my eyes down my cheeks.
As they write the stories,
of which I prefer not to speak.
Would you stop them with kisses,
bring their flow to an halt.
As you teach me that pain,
is not always my fault.
Would you hold my face gently,
as you dry both my eyes.
And whisper the words,
" you're entitled to cry ".
If I showed you my teardrops,
would you show me your own.
And learn now you're lonely,
you will never stand alone.
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