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1 views · 18 minutes ago

I'm a happy man!

Wish You all a great spring time!

4 views · 46 minutes ago

I love my yellow leotard and tan tights! I think it makes my butt look nice! I wanted to try a belt spanking for the first time and it really stings! I felt like I needed to try that and see how it would go! I really love that leotard and tights!

14 views · 1 hours ago

I have always been partial to the belt. There is nothing like the feeling of the doubled up leather on bare skin. Although at the time it is difficult to endure, the after effects of lined, red marks and raised skin are worth the pain. To go along with the physical part, there is an almost cathartic feeling that goes along with leaning against the wall while your bare bottom is being seared with the leather being applied to the bare skin in a very severe manner. Being that this was the instrument that was used when I was younger for my transgressions, the final product of an extremely whelped and deep red bottom almost cleanses me of the naughty things that I may have done or said. Although other instruments are applied to the naked skin of my bottom at different times, the belt is always in the mix for each and every session.
Over the next few weeks/months, I will be blogging about the other instruments that blister my bare bottom, and the impact they make on me (No Pun Intended), but wanted to start with the one that is nearest and dearest to me. THE BELT!

Girl Spanks Girl
31 views · 4 hours ago


I just made my very own chastity belt out of two old belts I had lying around! I’m so proud of myself! I’ve always wanted one. Now I can truly start my slut training. No touching for me!

58 views · 12 hours ago

So darkmagic wont let me leave lol even though we both hardly ever get on anymore. I have just been really busy working and working out when I am not working. My doctor for my back says I need to be exercising 3times a week, see if that helps any. On a side note I have been really depressed lately which I don't understand cuz he is doing SO much better! He really is a miracle. But my depression is getting really bad, I don't want to do anything... No eating, no watching tv, no taking my relaxing bubble baths, I don't even want to color.... and I love to color.... I keep putting myself down and talking really bad about myself which really upsets darkmagic but sometimes I can't help it. So I bought a journal and I am supposed to be writing positive things in it everyday, but that hasn't really been happening either.... If anyone has any tips on how to help me with my depression I would greatly appreciate it.

62 views · 15 hours ago

Guess my bottom is savedi did agine seone bending me over their knee and giving me a good old fashioned spanking oh well

Girl Spanks Girl
54 views · 17 hours ago

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But he can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk.

53 views · 17 hours ago

NOTE: I have written various scenarios through time about spanking--both, sexual and straight-laced spanking. I wrote this for a young lady a while ago. She suggested that I share it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!

Let's say you and I decide that we want to meet up in the evening for a bit at a coffee shop. We both agree to sit in the little cozy corner so our conversations are out of earshot. We have been talking for a couple of months and decide to meet. As we sit down out of view at our back corner booth. We start to talk a bit about our lives and how we mix kink into it where we can. As I sit there in uniform, I can sense that you are nervous yet excited. I try to hold back a grin as you reach under the table....pulling your miniskirt down. I playfully tease you that you probably aren't wearing any panties underneath your skirt, you snap your head to look at me with a dropped jaw smile and smack my arm. We both laugh for a couple of seconds until I reach under the table and take your hand in mine as I whisper in your ear with a deep southern accent "You know, if you want to assault a police officer in public...that could get you into big trouble." I lean back only to see you smiling....I lean back to your ear letting my lips brush against the bottom of your ear "I suppose that I could let you off with a spanking...maybe I should just pay our tab and walk out to my truck and spank you right now!" As I lean away you are grinning from ear-to-ear as if I'm crazy. I look out into the dimly lit parking lot as you follow suite. There are only three cars: my truck with your car parked right next to it, and another. I look over to you with a grin as I remind you that we are the only two left in the coffee shop except for the girl around the corner cleaning expresso machines and washing cups. I decide to rouse you a bit by asking you if you are ticklish as I put an arm around you to tickle your ribs on the far side...you jump and giggle sliding close against me. As I look down at your small hand in mine...I notice that your skirt must have gotten bunched up as you tried to escape my tickling. You catch me looking and slam your legs shut. I laugh for a moment as I playfully announce that you aren't wearing any panties. You look at me with bright eyes and a smile telling me to shut up. I reassure you that she couldn't have heard anything over the running water. I playfully remind you that you shouldn't verbally assault police officers. I slowly run my hand down to the small of your back....taking the tail of your skirt between my pinky and ring finger as I slide your skirt up in the back, revealing part of your bare bottom...I distract your reactions with a little kiss on the cheek while I gently give your bare bottom a little smack followed by a gentle pinch. By now, it is nearly dark outside. I ask you if you are ready and slide out of the booth...extending my hand to you to help you up. I extend my arm to gesture that we make our way out the door....as you start to pass by I give you a gentle smack on the back of your skirt and whisper that I'm about to spank you in the parking lot....I grab your hand and walk you out the door into the near open parking lot as I begin to playfully scold and tease you. "So, tell me....do yo always make it a habit of hitting men in uniform and telling them to shut up? No, I didn't think so....I believe you need a good bare bottomed spanking, Little Miss. I occasionally wink at you to reassure you that this is all in good fun. I lead you to the far side of my truck and open the back door as I climb inside with my hand still holding yours. I gently pull you onto my lap and wrap my arms around your waist...."Do you know what's about to happen," I ask....queuing you to respond that you are about to get a spanking....hoping that you are getting the butterflies of a naughty little girl that is about to get her bare bottomed spanked. I que you again by asking you "How do naughty little girls get spanked?" Maybe you'll respond by saying something like "they get spanked on their bare bottoms!" I kiss you on the cheek with a smile as I pat you on the butt "Alright, bend over!" As you lay across my lap, I grab your hips to guide you into position....making sure your bottom is centered on my lap. I rest one hand on the small of your back while the other hand pulls your skirt up around your waist. I start to rub my large hands all over your bottom....feeling your soft skin against my palms. I start with gentle smacks....one on each cheek, occasinally giving you a good smack just to keep you guessing. I pick up the heat just a little....making sure that your bottom gets to a pretty pink hue. I pause for a second to reach up and turn on the interior light. "Ooooh, your bottom is so cute and red" I tease as I take a moment to knead and caress any sting away...rubbing my hand up and down your back to relax and soothe you. I run my fingers slowly up your spine as the tips touch the base of your neck, I gently squeeze your nape as I start spanking you with the other hand....I run my long fingers into your hair and gently grab a handful of hair from the back of your head....gently tugging as I give your bottom a healthy smack. I lean over in the seat so that my head is nearly next to yours and ask "Do you enjoy being spanked like a naughty little girl?" As your turn your face to make my acquaintance....you smile, telling me what I need to know without saying a word. I simply kiss you on the forehead and pat your bottom "Good girl, now we have had a touch of playful pain...let's give you something that is all pleasure." As I sit back, I start admiring how lovely your nice red bottom looks. I grab a bottle of lotion from a bag in the floorboard...squirting a bit into my palm....I slowly run my lotioned fingertips across your hot bottom until my palm touches your tender skin. I start to slowly caress each cheek with a gentle skin massage before kneading my fingertips deeper into your plump bottom. I can hear a change in your breathing as you shift your legs....as I brush the tops of your thighs, I notice that you have opened your legs...I can see that your pretty little pussy is glistening. I don't say a word as I start making my way into the inside of the bottom of your cheeks...parting them open...I massage deeply...pulling at each cheek as I watch your pussy lips open and your cute little butthole pucker. I suprise you with a dab of lotion right on your little brown hole...you jump and I laugh for a moment. I take a finger and slowly start to rim your tight little bottom with a finger, spiraling inwards until I feel my fingertip slip just inside of your ass.......

I hope you enjoyed that. So, how does your scenario end?!?

40 views · 17 hours ago

NOTE: I have written various scenarios through time about spanking--both, sexual and straight-laced spanking. I wrote this for a young lady a while ago. She suggested that I share it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!

Let's say you and I decide that we want to meet up in the evening for a bit at a coffee shop. We both agree to sit in the little cozy corner so our conversations are out of earshot. We have been talking for a couple of months and decide to meet. As we sit down out of view at our back corner booth. We start to talk a bit about our lives and how we mix kink into it where we can. As I sit there in uniform, I can sense that you are nervous yet excited. I try to hold back a grin as you reach under the table....pulling your miniskirt down. I playfully tease you that you probably aren't wearing any panties underneath your skirt, you snap your head to look at me with a dropped jaw smile and smack my arm. We both laugh for a couple of seconds until I reach under the table and take your hand in mine as I whisper in your ear with a deep southern accent "You know, if you want to assault a police officer in public...that could get you into big trouble." I lean back only to see you smiling....I lean back to your ear letting my lips brush against the bottom of your ear "I suppose that I could let you off with a spanking...maybe I should just pay our tab and walk out to my truck and spank you right now!" As I lean away you are grinning from ear-to-ear as if I'm crazy. I look out into the dimly lit parking lot as you follow suite. There are only three cars: my truck with your car parked right next to it, and another. I look over to you with a grin as I remind you that we are the only two left in the coffee shop except for the girl around the corner cleaning expresso machines and washing cups. I decide to rouse you a bit by asking you if you are ticklish as I put an arm around you to tickle your ribs on the far side...you jump and giggle sliding close against me. As I look down at your small hand in mine...I notice that your skirt must have gotten bunched up as you tried to escape my tickling. You catch me looking and slam your legs shut. I laugh for a moment as I playfully announce that you aren't wearing any panties. You look at me with bright eyes and a smile telling me to shut up. I reassure you that she couldn't have heard anything over the running water. I playfully remind you that you shouldn't verbally assault police officers. I slowly run my hand down to the small of your back....taking the tail of your skirt between my pinky and ring finger as I slide your skirt up in the back, revealing part of your bare bottom...I distract your reactions with a little kiss on the cheek while I gently give your bare bottom a little smack followed by a gentle pinch. By now, it is nearly dark outside. I ask you if you are ready and slide out of the booth...extending my hand to you to help you up. I extend my arm to gesture that we make our way out the door....as you start to pass by I give you a gentle smack on the back of your skirt and whisper that I'm about to spank you in the parking lot....I grab your hand and walk you out the door into the near open parking lot as I begin to playfully scold and tease you. "So, tell me....do yo always make it a habit of hitting men in uniform and telling them to shut up? No, I didn't think so....I believe you need a good bare bottomed spanking, Little Miss. I occasionally wink at you to reassure you that this is all in good fun. I lead you to the far side of my truck and open the back door as I climb inside with my hand still holding yours. I gently pull you onto my lap and wrap my arms around your waist...."Do you know what's about to happen," I ask....queuing you to respond that you are about to get a spanking....hoping that you are getting the butterflies of a naughty little girl that is about to get her bare bottomed spanked. I que you again by asking you "How do naughty little girls get spanked?" Maybe you'll respond by saying something like "they get spanked on their bare bottoms!" I kiss you on the cheek with a smile as I pat you on the butt "Alright, bend over!" As you lay across my lap, I grab your hips to guide you into position....making sure your bottom is centered on my lap. I rest one hand on the small of your back while the other hand pulls your skirt up around your waist. I start to rub my large hands all over your bottom....feeling your soft skin against my palms. I start with gentle smacks....one on each cheek, occasinally giving you a good smack just to keep you guessing. I pick up the heat just a little....making sure that your bottom gets to a pretty pink hue. I pause for a second to reach up and turn on the interior light. "Ooooh, your bottom is so cute and red" I tease as I take a moment to knead and caress any sting away...rubbing my hand up and down your back to relax and soothe you. I run my fingers slowly up your spine as the tips touch the base of your neck, I gently squeeze your nape as I start spanking you with the other hand....I run my long fingers into your hair and gently grab a handful of hair from the back of your head....gently tugging as I give your bottom a healthy smack. I lean over in the seat so that my head is nearly next to yours and ask "Do you enjoy being spanked like a naughty little girl?" As your turn your face to make my acquaintance....you smile, telling me what I need to know without saying a word. I simply kiss you on the forehead and pat your bottom "Good girl, now we have had a touch of playful pain...let's give you something that is all pleasure." As I sit back, I start admiring how lovely your nice red bottom looks. I grab a bottle of lotion from a bag in the floorboard...squirting a bit into my palm....I slowly run my lotioned fingertips across your hot bottom until my palm touches your tender skin. I start to slowly caress each cheek with a gentle skin massage before kneading my fingertips deeper into your plump bottom. I can hear a change in your breathing as you shift your legs....as I brush the tops of your thighs, I notice that you have opened your legs...I can see that your pretty little pussy is glistening. I don't say a word as I start making my way into the inside of the bottom of your cheeks...parting them open...I massage deeply...pulling at each cheek as I watch your pussy lips open and your cute little butthole pucker. I suprise you with a dab of lotion right on your little brown hole...you jump and I laugh for a moment. I take a finger and slowly start to rim your tight little bottom with a finger, spiraling inwards until I feel my fingertip slip just inside of your ass.......

I hope you enjoyed that. So, how does your scenario end?!?

Girl Spanks Girl
87 views · 21 hours ago

Hi Folks

The long awaited caning took place last night. Ms. E thought that it would be appropriate to celebrate Elizabeth II’s ninetieth birthday with 90 strokes of her new cane. I guess you could say I took a birthday spanking for the Queen :-)

Ms E was unfamiliar with the cane and so my butt was spared a really sound thrashing. You’ll also notice that the video (currently awaiting approval) lacks the sensuality of our usual offerings. To compensate slightly a few sexy photos of Ms. E have been uploaded to satisfy any more carnal desires.

Bye for now

Zadok and Ms. E

63 views · 22 hours ago

Well this is my second part continuing from my first blog.

So, I've been punished for what I did and now that it's over I am beyond relieved. It was very tough and painful but I did totally deserve it.

I have gained an understanding that I need to reevaluate how I deal with things when I get frustrated and that lying is a big no.

I will also not put myself in bad situations that are not good for my health so that means absolutely no more drinking for me.

As, for school I will take things more seriously and make sure I am there everyday unless I have a really good excuse.

To conclude my blog being honest and doing what is right in the first place is just easier to deal with and that's what I prefer to do from now own. I know that I am not perfect and things happen but I am really going to try hard and do better from now own.

I absolutely don't want anymore spankings so lesson learned.

146 views · 1 days ago

You get off the bus. You walk down the road. You have just finished work. You are looking forward to having something to eat. You know that your husband will have cooked a meal for you. Chances are it will be something… bland. There are no surprises in life anymore.

You love him. No, you think you still love him but life with him has become predictable… tedious.

Deep down you have become resentful… angry. You punish him by restricting and denying him sex. It hurts you but it hurts him more. You have become spiteful.

He does not know why you punish him and you do not enlighten him – he must work it out for himself. If he can. If he so chooses.

You turn right into the close where you live. The close could be anywhere in the country - anywhere in the world. You recall with a bitterness that he wanted to live here. He said it would handy for work. He said it would be close to town. He said it was modern and easy to maintain - a characterless bungalow in a characterless close. A characterless husband. A characterless existence.

The sky is overcast and you feel the first drops of rain on your face as you approach… your home. You think of the evening ahead of you unfolding, no, enfolding… is that a word… who cares… of soaps… mundane chit-chat… surfing the net like flicking aimlessly through the pages of a vacuous glossy magazine… maybe a film… and then…bed… naked together in bed… teasing him… so near and yet… so far… him erect… frustrated… clumsily pawing at you… you saying I’m not really in the mood… him sighing and turning over. Later, feeling his erection pushed between the crease of your buttocks… and the only thing that has given you the least bit of gratification since being home is denying him his gratification - sad.

You slot your key into the lock and see his figure move behind the frosted glass. He pulls open the door for you… like a… faithful dog welcoming home his master… you almost expect him to jump up and lick your face… your contempt for him shocks you… almost…

He leans forward to kiss you on the lips… he seeks, desires to French kiss you… but you turn away at the last instance and his kiss merely grazes your cheek…

‘What’s for dinner?’

‘I thought maybe you’d like…’

You watch him about to flounder… and are annoyed that he has not bothered to prepare a meal…

Pathetic…

Useless

You remove your coat and hang it on the hook.

‘Thought what exactly… that I wouldn’t be hungry after a hard day at work… hmmm?’

‘I thought perhaps… I thought perhaps… because it has been a long time… that we could make love… and then go out for a curry after… be a treat… be something… different…’

‘Get out of my way… I’ll get something out of the freezer and cook it… myself!’

He remains in front of you… blocking you… so you go to move round him… and he extends his arm to the wall…

‘I said… get out of my way’

‘No… no, I won’t… I want… sex… and I want it… now.’

His un-characteristic directness momentarily takes you out of your stride… but you collect yourself…

‘In your dreams… in your fucking dreams buster… and didn’t I just say get out of my way.’

There’s a blur and a shock to the side of your face… you realise that he has slapped you across your left cheek… and you can suddenly taste something metallic upon your tongue… blood?

‘What the...’

He slaps you again and you stumble against the wall… you feel strong… surprisingly strong… fingers grab round your right wrist and pull you into the hallway… you shoot your left arm out and grip hold of the door frame…

‘Let go you fucking game playing bitch… I’m going to get what is mine… what I’m legally entitled to… I’m going to fuck you and you can’t stop me!’

You feel fear… real fear… but also… something else… something… primal.

‘Get off… now or I’ll call the fucking police!’

‘Fucking call them!’

You attempt to kick him in the shins and as you do he twists you round and whips his arm from around your neck. You attempt to dig your heels into the carpet but it slips and ravels up. Half choking, screaming mutely and struggling he drags you slowly through the bedroom door. You feel his arm move round to your front and brace yourself for a grope of your breasts but instead he rips apart your short-sleeved company shirt and you hear the buttons pop off and scatter in all directions. He throws you down onto the bed before slapping your face without respite for what seems minutes but is in actual fact seconds and stunned you now allow him to remove the shreds of your shirt. He then unclips your bra and pulls it out roughly from under your back.

You can’t believe that this is happening to… you.

Suddenly he is pulling your bare arms behind your head… and something cold is being snapped around them… the bastard… the fucking bastard has handcuffed you to the head board.

‘I’m going to get you fucking jailed for this… make the fucking most of it… cos it will be the first and last time…’

You hear him snigger… you listen to him grunt… and realise that he is beyond reason… beyond everything… and so are you… and so are you.

You look into his eyes… his animal eyes… you have never seen this before in him… and he glares back at you… through you… and then he pulls out his broad leather belt from his jeans… makes certain you can see him do it… grins evilly…

‘You’ve had this coming for a long time… a long time’

‘No… please don’t… I’ll do anything… don’t hurt me… I’ll do anything…’

‘Too late… darling… too late.’

You close your eyes and a scorching line of pain travels across your upper stomach and right breasts… you burn and bring your knees up… and then he lashes you again… and again… you scream and cry… scream and cry… the pain… the agony blurs as he thrashes your torso with his belt… your tits and tummy feel as though the flesh is being torn off… flayed… and then you notice that it is has ceased… there is a lull… and then you just discern that your trousers and knickers are being tugged off… and then you ask him gently… if he wouldn’t mind stopping because you can’t take anymore…

Now completely naked he rolls you roughly onto your stomach such that your secured arms cross over… and terrified you wait for the heavy leather belt to strike your uncovered and vulnerable buttocks… and it does… he does… blow after agonising blow… time after time… you hate him… you hate him… you hate him… and then the hate… the anger… the injustice… the pain… become as nothing… as nothing… and in the fog of your mind a feeling of freedom… liberation begins to engulf you… you wonder if you are dying… and then a clarity… yes a clarity manifests itself… freedom is freedom from… freedom…

‘Thank you… thank you my husband… my husband… fuck me like you have never before.’

And you let him penetrate you… yearn for him to rip your cunt apart with his lust… crave for him to spurt his spunk into you… and as you surrender to him a single tear runs down your swollen and hurting cheek… not a tear of sorrow… not a tear of hurt… but a tear of release… liberation… a tear of freedom… true freedom…

Girl Spanks Girl
270 views · 2 days ago

On the face of it, it’s a very typical Latin-American laundry room / workshop / garden shed: washing machine in one corner, clothesline under the banana tree, tools and gardening stuff on a bench, all wide open to the open air.
But right there, in plain view, hangs what looks like a cane. Almost a metre of some vine, rattan-like though not rattan, peeled, varnished, and hanging by a leather loop. Twisted, thick as my thumb, and thoroughly evil-looking to anyone who’s ever been caned. When something looks so much like a cane, maybe it is a cane?
Handy nearby there’s a concrete bench like the kind the Russians chain people to for a beating.
Also nearby, a couple of the pillars that hold up the roof sport a good, sturdy hook some two metres off the ground - a good height for restraining someone with their wrists above their head, right?
Not only that, all this stuff is located beside a locked door protected by a keypad.
What might they have in there that needs security like that? When all the tools are lying around outside anyway? Canes hanging handy, ready to use. Whipping posts all set up waiting. What else do you need? Obviously, a dungeon.
And the party sounds we have heard occasionally from over in that direction? Those must not have been ordinary parties after all. It wasn’t the din of people drinking too much and talking too loudly, or rather not only that.
The party sounds could have been doing a great job of masking the crack! crack! crack! of that stiff heavy cane whacking cruelly onto the naked bottoms of the victims bound over that hard concrete bench. Their groans and cries would just have blended in to the background roar.
Loud laughter could have been masking the wails of the ones strung up by their wrists to those sturdy hooks and whipped with a length of clothesline till their bodies writhed and twisted in the futile struggle to escape the searing lashes.
As for whatever was going on inside the dungeon, no white noise needed to blot out those sounds. The sadists could inflict pain in whatever sadistic ways they chose, and the victims would shriek in vain. No chance of their cries bringing anyone to rescue them from the torment they were suffering in there.
Wow! Yes! What wonderful parties those must be!
I wonder how I can get invited . . . .

239 views · 2 days ago

Oh, my goodness, I went to the Enigma Club last night for a live performance. I brought my old buddy Sam. We used to cruise the bars in downtown Fayetteville, when we were just a couple of young paratroopers at Fort Bragg. We had some wild times, but nothing—I mean nothing!—like what I saw at the Enigma last night.

On stage, a young woman wearing nothing but a leather hood over her face was tied to a whipping post and flogged. I suppose I could tell you about her slender body jerking galvanic under the lash, but let’s hold that thought for a moment.

After the show, she was taken backstage, and I never saw her again. We stayed and drank and flirted with the bar girls for a couple of hours. But as I was leaving, the doorman followed us out onto the street. He called out, and then he approached, and handed me an envelope. In that envelope was a most intriguing letter. I reproduce it here, in its entirety:

“I saw you there, at your table, watching me. I wear a mask, but I can see through the slits. I see your fascination. I can almost smell the lust. Your friend, the one who sat with you tonight, he has a kind of brashness that some of the girls are drawn to. They flutter about him like moths around a yard light. One sat on your lap and tried to entice you.

“But you couldn’t look away from me, could you? When Jim tore into me with his whip, you were agog. I felt the heat of your eyes like lasers, so intense.

“Some people look away, you know? Some people look down at their feet. Some people shift uncomfortably in their chairs. But most just stare. Dull, lifeless stares, but you, handsome man, you sit there and you burn.

“How I wish you could see me now, in front of my dresser, with a crisp, long-sleeved blouse, the cuffs and the collar buttoned tight.

“The cuffs and the collar—oh, the irony of that! Right now, the only things visible are my face, with my hair pulled back tight, my hands, and the wedding band. Do you want to talk about bondage? How can just a little ring hold a soul captive? And torture...what pain, what ache, what thirst can rival what I feel?

“He sleeps night after night in the cold. No passion. He slakes himself and rolls off of me.Wham-bam! That’s it. If he just wants a warm body, he should go fuck a whore.

“I want the passion I see in your face. I want a chest that heaves the way yours does. Let me be your captive princess. Chain me and torment me. As long as I’m crying in pain, I know you’re watching me. Whip me like a slave and then ravish me. Let the blood from my back stain your sheets as your seed dries on my thighs.

“Come back. In a fortnight, dear man, after my wounds have healed, and I’ll be ready to stand at the post again. I want you there, watching. I want you to see me as I am. No crisp white blouse to cover me—only the collar and cuffs to hold me. And even though you won’t see my face, you will see my soul.

“I look into this mirror, and I don’t even see who I am. I need to see myself reflected in your eyes.”

Oh, yeah, I’ll be going back.

283 views · 2 days ago

So...this site is wonderful but it takes forever to publish/post videos. I've already posted them, they're just waiting approval?
I posted my videos on my Tumblr
(Baybeegirl87) and wouldn't ya know it...they posted immediately! Imagine that! Lol
I've still got 2 more long videos to edit and my written account but here's progress. Hope you enjoy!

Hugs and Happy Spankings!

Girl Spanks Girl
162 views · 2 days ago

To the little boys that keep sending me messages about you spanking me, I DO NOT GET SPANKED, I ONLY GIVE THEM. So any little boy that keeps on asking, you are a Jack to me, no need for me to tell you what your last name is. So to all Jacks, you will never beat this ass, you have a better chance at beating your lil penis.
To my future, Past and Present Micheals. If I have spanked you already, that is the only reason why I had to delete you as a friend, since i dont want any1 to know that i have spanked you. But i will continue to give out very loving and caring otk spankings to you. So let me know if you would like to apply for the position over my knee.

215 views · 2 days ago

On reflection, I am taking down my "graphic novel" Laundry Room Fantasy. I've decided crazyeuphoria had a point, and that the suggestion of torture was stronger than I intended. The scene I depicted was supposed to be just role-playing fun, but maybe I didn't make that clear enough.
It was also, of course, a slander against a perfectly innocent laundry room, so the tiny possibility of the place somehow being recognised from the pictures is another reason for it to go.
Thank you for your input, crazyeuphoria.
Thank you for your kind words, C and Jim.

234 views · 3 days ago

I went shopping in my green tights and white sweater with my favorite spanking boots! I got plenty of attention and quite a few comments during the day long shopping trip. My neighbor saw me come home from shopping dressed like this and he told me I should not be going shopping dressed like this! I told him that I went to 3 stores and the mall for the entire day dressed this way. I ended up over his knee for a spanking. he warned me that I should never do that again! I loved the spanking and I'm not sure I can stop wearing this wonderful outfit to go shopping! This is such a wonderful comfortable feeling to shop this way!

Girl Spanks Girl
218 views · 3 days ago

Been out the loop for a little while but I have been on here lol... so don't feel the need to spank me cause I haven't been on here as much lol... been crazy busy between work school shoots and family issues.

I have been getting spanked here and their but it's a slow process as I'm getting back into the lifestyle. And having someone new to the lifestlye makes it a little tougher but I'm hanging in their. Had a crisis where my life was almost taken then other day but I'm grateful that I'm still alive and breathing.

Learning new things everyday and I'm working on dealing with negative things in my life on a positive note. Hope everyone is having a wonderful week. I have to get back to work TTYL....

158 views · 3 days ago

Soemthing I've found is that, paradoxically, the longer we stay in our own social circles, the more convinced we become that we are the norm and the outside world is full of people like us. It's a temptation to assume our own lives and preferences are the standard of what is normal, as if anyone can objectively judge that.
So, I want a range of opinions from you lovely people as well as those I know who are not at all into this lifestyle: Just how mainstream are we spanking enthusiasts at this point? Spanking has made a big combeack in no small part thanks to 50 Shades of Grey (the quality of the work and the effect it has had are not proportional, but there we go.) We have seen quite a few more nods towards it in pop culture. i've spotted a few articles in publications talking about the author's spanking fetish, torn between self acceptance and fear of social disapproval - there are quite a few out there.
But there are just as many pieces deriding spanking in any form as abusive, and the 'victims' as having 'internalised misogny' or some such behaviour. I have noticed such do tend assume a male 'abuser' and female 'victim'. Make of this what you will.
So, any thoughts or opinions to share on where we stand generally right now?

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