each year our campin trip differs in who is comin with us... each yr its been myself n 3 of my daughters n a few of the infant grandbabies that cant be left behind with the dads ( this yr two that r still breastfeeding n refuse a bottle).. once my sis, sometimes a few of the older granddaughters, other times some more of my daughters on so on.. so this yr was myself, 4 adult daughters, my neice, 2 infants, n 3 other younger granddaugthers... we arrived n got the tents set up n set up camp.. we had two sites, 5 tents...we always eat n hang out on the site the I reserve for us ... we had a ball Fri, n Sat nights n days... one of my daughters had a photo shoot on Sun so she left takin my 10 yr old granddaughter n 8 yr old granddaughter with her.. my youngest daughter had a bday party to attend for someone on her husbands side of the family so she left by noon takin her 6 month old daughter with her to go home n get her 8 yr old 2 yr old daughters n 7 yr old stepson ready for the party...over the past few days there was a lot of laughs, jokin, past stores, scarey stories, good food.. we took turns scarin each other by jumpin out in the dark n creepy masks etc...on two nights they sent someone to tell us to quiet down lol..each night we were up til 2 or 3am n back up again 7 at the latest n somewhere there was a damn rooster who we wanted to catch n make soup out of lol.. no one wanted Sun night to come because that meant us packin up today n go back home so even tho we were tired n we were struggling at midnight last night to keep ur eyes open.. a lot of the other campers had gone home on Sun morning so we were pretty much alone on our loop n it was SCAREY cause there were no other sounds or light other than from out site.. just after midnight we were sittin around the campfire pingin each other with rolled up marshmallows n jelly beans when 4 guys drove past our site on bikes n lights.. they no sooner past us n they turned off their lights... then we heard one guy ask where "Brian" was.. n it went silent.. next thing ya know some guy walks onto our site ( now its just me, my adult neice, 2 of my daughters, 1 teenage granddaughter n a 1 yr old granddaughter who was sleepin the pack n play between us) he came n n asked if he could get warm by our fire.. it was sorta muggy last night so we just looked at each other... he proceeded to say he was Brian n started tellin us he was there with his 3 buddies on our loop, asked if we wanted to meet his buddies n we declined. we tried getting rid of him as we felt uneasy as hell.. each time we mentioned we were goin to bed he would start talkin again.. eventually he left n we walked my daughter with the two kids to her site n tent n came back to ours.. I headed to the ladies room n could see a bike reflector in the woods behind our tents.. I scooted inside the ladies roomn locked the door.. no sooner got in there n heard one my girls say 'don't come out Ma'.. well that alarmed me cause SHE was out there so I came out to find her n my neice peekin out from the other bathroom...they saw the guys circling the area so we scooted from the ladies room onto the path to our site...then I hear my daughter with the kids yell out to us so we scooted over to her.. they were scared, said they heard someone walkin behind their tent..so now I help them clear the back of her van out n her n the kids sleepin IN the van where they could lock the doors. these guys kept ridin by n keepin their lights off each tme they came near us which was scarey cause it was pitch black out... long story short we got more than spooked, packed up our tents in the dark loaded our vans n waited for my son in law to arrive to pull daves trailor out of there for us... I didn't get home til 3:50am.. everyone safe but we were more than scared... grabbed 4 hrs sleep then unpacked the van , got everythin put away, laundry done, dishes done, work clothes ready for tomorrow ... scared out of our socks n got jipped out of enjoyin our last night there but already lookin forward to next yrs trip
An upwards of 80% of women fake orgasms on a regular basis.80%. 30% are faking it EVERY TIME.
Have I done it? Yea...lots actually.Why? There are loads of reasons why we fake it:
1. To please you. Submissive or not we want to please you and if that means stroking your ego a bit and making you think you are a mighty sex god who commands our orgasms than so be it.
2. It's taking too long.
3.We are bored
4. Our minds are preoccupied...nearly 100% of girls have body issues of some sort and if you had any idea the constant string of insecurities that go through our head when we are naked it would seriously fucking blow your mind. It's not necessarily that you are doing a bad job but damn it is hard to catch an orgasm when we are so hyper focused on :cellulite,our thighs jiggling,our boobs looking wonky from certain angles,did we remember to shave?,stretch marks,our stomach...like everything about it,doing it "right",whether you are enjoying it,being too wet,not being wet enough,being too loud,not being loud enough....honestly I could go on forever
5. It's painful. There is this little thing called foreplay and contrary to popular belief it is more than just spitting on your hand and wetting us for your grand entrance ...and it isn't always a lack of foreplay there are a myriad of hormonal,medical or other reasons why we are not ready to be put in the game... absolutely zero reasons for you to attempt a dry run...imagine humping razor blades...that's about how good that feels.
I could go on and on BUT I digress... The real reason for this blog post is to draw attention to/complain about an epidemic of faking it that I find even more disturbing... Fake spanking.
Years ago when I joined SpankingTube this place was more of a community...a commonplace where spankos could come and chat and watch videos and make friends with like minded people in an area where we felt we could be ourselves and not be judged. A place where we could be real...stop faking it. Which leads me to my current rant.
It seems that this is no longer a place to meet and chat with like minded people, watch videos and look through pics and feel like we are an insider...it's a place for spanking celebrities to make a profit why are we doing this to ourselves? Why are we turning this community into a place where there aren't videos anymore but rather "previews" or 10 second clips of a video we can buy?! Why all of a sudden are the only spankings found on here being administered to "models" acting and being paid to do so rather than REAL people receiving a spanking...not playing a role or being paid... I find it seriously laughable when I see a new video uploaded titled "Spanked for lying" the whole damn thing is a lie. Not all of us are in situations where we can spank or be spanked. A lot of us are just coming to the realization or coming to terms with the fact that we need/want spanking in our lives and are searching for others like ourselves. Some of us,like myself, are in vanilla marriages unable to fulfil those desires and often made to feel like a freak or weird by our own spouses...we come for refuge and understanding. I'm sick of all the faking ...we do enough faking in our everyday lives...I want real.I want the old SpankingTube back. I want my refuge back.
Ok...going to step off my soapbox and stop my bitching now...you may now return to your previously scheduled fake spanking.
...good thing, I'm getting one this morning. no secret as I've been announcing my pending panty paddling appointment of today for over a week now. for you inquisitive few who've played along (or for those of you who haven't) feel free to message me and you'll get the glowing results in an updated spanking report
My last blog (Be Careful What You Wish For) was a lie. A fiction. Fantasy.
I lied to you. Lead you on. It’s the kind of person I am – a kinky Walter Mitty.
But most of you liked it even though you suspected it was fiction. In fact I daresay many of you want to be deceived just as much as I revel in telling lies – a win-win situation.
But now I’m going to tell you something: the blog could have been true. You see many years back I was contacted by a guy like the one in the story. He was indeed well off and well-spoken with money (though maybe not as much as I made out he had) and he did want me to come up and visit him and be birched by him. But I’d chatted with another fellow from the contact magazine and he’d told me that he was really cruel and had once birched a male sub so severely he’d shat himself. So although curious about what I could take I declined the offer. I was also more interested in females anyway.
Anyway, over the years I often wondered what would have happened had I accepted his offer. Would it have, in a perverse way, made a man of me? Would the trauma of it put into perspective all subsequent worries that I now magnify and stress about? Could I have perhaps made a career out of being a professional submissive/masochist and now have a shed load of cash.
I don’t know.
So I played the ‘what if’ game and wrote a story which I hope you enjoyed. However my next tale actually happened and it’s kind of odd how it all unfolded, the rich tapestry of life and all that…
Forestnymph, I tried to comment on your blog but was not able to so I had to respond this way. I have also had trouble getting into this site tonight. Most likely it is either a virus or the site login has been compromised. I am able to login using my tablet with no trouble. Perhaps the site administrator here can look into it to see if it is an internal issue.
If any others are having trouble, speak up please.
Happy Anniversary to my gorgeous Mr G, 28 years today weve been together, though sometimes/often your very frustrating and love to annoy, i love you more as each day passes.
Now weve discovered our love of a DD/HoH lifestyle i hoppe the next 28 years will be even better.
Big hugs and tons of love for my Mr G. Xxxxxxxx
spankers with that "Old fashioned spanking attitude" are strongly urged to contact me, discipline date(s) entirely possible. penpals always welcome.
women that spank: all ages, sizes and shapes most welcome to write.
men that spank: grandfatherly old fashioned types 55 to 75 that love to spank and paddle on underpants and bare bottom, and still firmly believe that naughty boys behave better when the seat of underpants are kept sufficiently warm, also most encouraged to message me here.
I had a hell of a time trying to log on here tonight. I kept getting redirected by a porn site. I kept clearing my history. Sometimes that helps. Tonight what finally worked was clicking on a link for this site that was in my email.
If I am offline for a few days (I don't plan to be) but if I am I am not ignoring you it is probably because of the same problem. Does anyone else ever experience this with this site? What works for you? I try to click off the Live Jasmine pop up that occasionally pops up when I sign on here.
I have a Mac Book Pro. I was wondering if I may have a virus. Is that possible? I almost always use Safari as my browser. I was reading about that but I don't know who or what to believe with that stuff. I always worry it is another scam or dangerous site.
Making angel wings are easy in snow,
Move your arms, they will quickly grow,
But, brought out on flesh is a much harder thing,
Not as simple as causing some bell to ring,
Biting strings of leather slashing at the skin,
Causing fiery feathery weals to begin,
Burning heat that hurts, yet strangely soothes,
Cathartic pain with the flogger's moves,
Each bite and burn and smack and sting,
Yes it would be easier to make a bell to ring,
The pain is taken, borne with pride,
As red wings emerge from the once pale hide,
Those marks will fade leaving nary a stain,
In the Angel's mind the memory will remain.
I've just reached a place
Where the willow don't bend
There's not much more to be said
It's the top of the end
I am going
I am going
I am gone. - Bob Dylan
After over two and a half decades, my marriage is now coming to an end. I'm not looking to apportion blame for two reasons; one she is not in the position to comment, and two I believe in the saying “there are two sides to every argument, and the truth is in between them!”
But, having said that, my kink played it's part, that is want I want to write about. For artistic license, my kink shall from now in be referred to as “my genie”.
THE GENIE IS KEPT WELL IN HIS BOTTLE
Like many people that I have spoken to, my genie has been a long standing thing. I could not tell you when I became aware of it, it seems to have been hard-wired to my psyche.
My genie is very much a spanking/corporal punishment genie. A genie, that as I was growing up I wanted to keep very much hidden, after all no one wants to be known as the class kinky guy, well certainly they didn't in the 1970's.
So, for all that it was a big piece of me, it was a piece that I wanted to keep well hidden from friends/girlfriends.
After all I thought, how can I articulate this? “I want to show you how much I love you by slapping your ass with a lump of wood?” Nah, that was never going to happen.
So, I bumbled along thinking myself some kind of a freak, shamed by a huge side to myself, shamed of being me in fact!
Spin forward some twenty years, and I'm married and as secretive as ever. Except now I'm more aware of the abundance of BDSM stuff on the bookshelves (this is still pre the Fifty Shades explosion). The light switches on in my head, for these books and mags to be financially viable there must be a big market of like minded people.
THE GENIE PUSHES AT THE CORK
Then we got broadband! Now I should point out here, that despite using computers all the time, I'm IT illiterate. I had a crazy paranoia about what I searched for, and was wary of porn sites crashing my system.
So, with that in mind I looked at the more mainstream sites. My favourite being Dailymotion, for anyone not aware of it, it's basically a French YouTube with a more liberal censoring. Ooh lah lah!
Also, nine years ago, this particular site had a social side to it, and a personal msg service. It was here that I met @Lori2015 , after some tentative msgs., an odd friendship grew. I couldn't dream it at the time that some nine years later we would still be friends, and certainly never would expect such great friends.
This was when my genie started to really push to be out!
We chatted, and kinda role-played, but the role plays were convoluted, almost story like. Then disaster struck, we brought down the direct msg system with over use. So, then we swapped email addresses, then decided to start the rosytales blog, in fact it was with her in mind that I chose Tomas Elu as my pen name, any Countdown fans should be easily able to work out that conundrum.
I started to open up more with myself, and became more adventurous. Chat-rooms were playing a big part of my evenings when my writing partner wasn't available. Either the chat rooms, or perhaps the blog, or a mixture of both changed my life forever.
THE GENIE LEAVES THE BOTTLE
Some four years ago I started correspondence with someone, the fact was common sense should have told me it was a doomed scenario. Those that know me on here could verify I lack the commodity of common sense.
The correspondence continued, in fact snowballed, culminating in us meeting. Culminating in the genie escaping, and my yearning of corporal punishment scenarios becoming a very corporeal thing.
The relationship collapsed through time, the impracticality of marriages, distances both physical and time difference.
However, it changed my attitudes about meeting people, be that “real life” or “cyber/Skype”. The genie was out and wanting to have fun!
In a way I've been lucky, I have met/corresponded with many people be that cyber or actually met. There is not one person that I regret having met. Do I regret anything? Fuck yeah, there were loads of things, that I wish with hindsight, that I had handled differently. But, as they say, hindsight is twenty twenty.
WHERE IS THE GENIE NOW?
He is wandering about; prodding me into action; teasing me; confusing and frustrating me. However, for the time being at least he is going to have to sit on the sidelines as I try to sort my shambolic life out.
I was talking to a friend a couple of days ago, she was asking if I had sorted out my future living arrangements. I explained my short term plans, but told her “I need a place of my own, somewhere I can leave a bit rope around without worrying about it. Somewhere where I can put up decorated “breadboards” and eat sausage and marmalade sandwiches to my hearts content!”. After I sent that I re-read it and added “shit I sound like a perverted Paddington Bear!”
She liked the analogy, because basically that's what I am, just lacking the duffle coat.
Friday night, once I finally got to sleep. I dreamt I was walking along a tree lined track with a group of people, it was late evening but the sun was still bright. Odd shafts of brightness were intermittently bursting through the trees, the guy next to me said “I don't need these now” and took off his sunglasses and through them away.
Next thing I knew, the track had finished into an unfinished bridge, a vertiginously high bridge. Below us was a beautiful bay, a crystal clear turquoise sea lapping at the sands. As I said “I always hate this part” trying to work out how to get down, the sunglasses guy jumped off the bridge into the waters below.
I then woke up, what did it mean? Time for a leap of faith I guess.
I saw this on another board and thought it would be great for a blog on here:
So...in reference to the cheesy Swayze quote, "Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner" the idea of Corner-Time intriques me as a supplement to a spanking and I want to know more about real-world application to see if implementing it would make sense.
--For everyone here: What are (or have been) your personal practices with your partner when it comes to Corner-Time?
--Is it always incorporated into a spanking situation for you, or only for punishments?
--Before, after (or in between!) a spanking?
--Are there "rules" you and your partner have about body positioning, length of time, location, dress code, extra punishment if not compliant, etc.?
--From either the perspective of the one enforcing it, or the one doing the Corner-Time: what do you think the purpose is? I would imagine it allows the person to focus on his/her punishment, but am sure there is more value that I don't even know about.
As always, any input would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you.
Nope - it's not a spanking issue per se - but one that bugs me nevertheless. It seems to us gorillas that you humans have invented civilization and democracy, only to forget the benefits which come with them, and forget how difficult they are to hang on to. Maybe you are just dumb animals like us after all?
Anyway - if you are tired of listening to the politicians - here are some tips on how to shut them up...
My lesson for today will be:
HOW TO BECOME A DICTATOR IN A CONSTITUTIONAL DEMOCRACY.
First you will need an unwavering belief in your own ability.
Then you will need to persuade your fellow countrymen and women that they are knee-deep in the shit and that you are “The One” to sort out the mess.
You hold rallies and make bold speeches in which you identify the cause of your country’s woes – usually unemployment or social deprivation caused by the immigrant population or religious/racial minorities. You get your security guys to rough up any dissenters who dare to heckle you – this makes you appear tough and uncompromising. Your supporters will love it! You tell them that it’s time to restore national pride and make the country great again.
You only need to convince enough of the voters to give you a simple majority. As a general rule – the fewer people who can be bothered to vote, the better will be your chances of success. Once you have been elected, you can go to work in “putting things right”.
You begin your administration by identifying and rounding up your country’s “enemies”. You encourage them to leave of their own free will at first. When that fails, you put them in internment camps until a more permanent solution can be found.
When opposition comes from the moderates who threaten to derail your crusade – you engineer a national crisis (a bomb attack upon the central government, for example) which will give you the opportunity to call “a state of emergency” and allow you as commander in chief to declare martial law, send in the Army and suspend the Constitution.
By the time that the free-thinking liberals and democrats have realised the danger – it will be too late. There will be no more “free” elections and those who disagree with the way you run things can be made to “disappear”.
Once you have sorted out the domestic opposition, you can turn your attentions to waging war against all the Johnny Foreigners who would stand in the way of world domination.
No – not really. It’s what happened in Europe in the 1930s. And it’s still happening in countries around the world today. Nationalism is on the rise – and apparently set to continue doing so.
So - if you are lucky enough live in a free country and to have a vote – then for God’s sake use it – and use it wisely.
The generation which fought and died for our freedom has all but gone now. Ignore their sacrifice at your peril.
‘Those who do not learn from history – are doomed to repeat it!’ (George Santayana)
Those who would ignore George Santayana can strip down to their bra and panties and form an orderly queue outside the door of my cage . . . erm . . . I mean office!
May i just inform you, once again Mr G has changed my profile picture without my knowledge. And i didnt notice until friends started messaging me saying what a great picture it was.
Mr G found it ratger amusing and wondered how long it would be until i realised.