KCSpanks Club is holding their first party of the year on Friday, March 17th, which just happens to be St. Patrick's Day. It will be the wearin' o' the pink/red instead of green as bottoms are blistered in celebration.
Only vetted club members can attend, so don't miss out! More information here:
Since joining the site I've learned a few things; things we never thought of but wished we did!--Reaching your hand back to protect your behind and get a hand spanking? That's Hot!! Putting his rt leg over my legs while OTK to secure my position/prevent twisting snd squirming? Totally Hot! It also pooches the ass up and stablizes. The one getting spanked.
I am glad however, that we (read Denny) never saw that even deep red glow on alot of your spanked bottoms. My coloring is blond with red overtones and he was satisfied turning my butt a bright rosy red. Light bruising is fine; dark ones not so much.
But more than anything else I'm glad Den never ssw the video on ST thst featured this dude who could realy wield a switch. He would lay that dowl accros the woman's bottom in a lengthy rapid fire,closely placed series of red lines thst must have stung like hell. Den would have practiced and practiced and practiced until he too, could paint that red ladder on my poor behind.!!
Hi ST Community-This is me introducing myself to you. (Even tho I've already posted 2 of experiences) I thought if I planned on posting additional memories it would be polite to let you know little bit about myself. But don't worry, I'm not all about me ##A large portion of the blog disappears here--
another busy day... worked then babysat 5 of my grandkids today 8, 8, 3, 1, n 6 weeks....just got home a lil bit ago... will babysit again tomorrow n Thurs too right after work.. the kids aren't bad.. we have so much fun together ... but I'm just in THAT mood.. wanna just crawl across a lap and let myself go... maybe I'm just feelin the need to be "taken care of" myself... i don't wanna b an adult right now.. i don't wanna b responsible right now.. i don't wanna be good right now.............. yep.. I'm needin a spankin...
"MORNING MAINTENANCE SPANKING."
This morning I was very sore after our fun the night before, I could feel the bruises developing by the hour. Master got up and just before he left for work he said, “Right Miss, lets get your spanking done.” I was kinda hoping he wouldn’t want to do today, but I wasn’t going to lie and say my back was very sore. So I got up, kneeled on the chair, bared my bottom and rested my head on the back of it. Master got stuck into it very quickly, but my bottom was so sore, I couldn’t sit still, and grabbed my ass after each hit.
Now one thing to really annoy Master is to move around and grab my ass after every hit. So he pushed me back into position and continued harder. “Please, no more, not today.” I begged, to no avail. “How many more ?” I asked. “I don’t know now, you’ve messed so much, get back into position.” After that, Master whipped my ass a further 6 times, and when I say whipped, that’s what I mean. Ensuring the nasty little crop tongue, whipped the sides of my leg, leaving a shocking bruise there immediately. Tears sprang to my eyes once more, Is he hitting harder or am I starting to really sink into full submission ? I thought. Maybe a bit of both, I don’t know but it took a few seconds before I could get up, wipe my tears and head for my stool. 20 minutes of contemplation time on a cold hard wooden stool was not going to be fun. Master gave me a kiss, as usual stopped to look at me sat on the stool, bottom bared, and left for work.
I’m glad it’s a day without heavy chores today.
today iam in weird mood again. a very bratty mood..... yes i said it iam what ?iam a good girl all the time ...noone can stop my mood but my DADDY... BUT HE ISNT HEAR SO I GUESS I CAN KEEP BEING BAD GIRL.... put me over your knee slap my bare ass ... as much as you want i will still probably BE BAD...iam in that of mood today ...... lord this qill be a fun day ..... ties a pillow to my ass ... yup iam going to be in for it.....
A few days ago i wrote about my first spanking which my sister in law gave me. Not only did i like it as she gave me a blow job after but i plotted my revenge on my way home.
Yesterday i rang her to see if she was still having trouble with her sink or if there were any other jobs that needed doing around her house. She said there was a dripping tap in the bathroom that could do with fixing if i could help with that.
So off i go with my box of tricks and soon found myself in the bathroom with her critical eye watching me, thats when i put my plan into action. I asked her to pass my wrench and as she bent down i dumped a jug of cold water straight down her top. She squealed and tried to keep the top away from her tits.
"You shit" she wailed
"Just take it off, i have seen them before anyway"
As she was peeling it off over her head and for a moment blindfolded by it i spun her around and slapped her bottom hard across her jeans. Still struggling with the wet top i got her by her arm and quickly got her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed face first. by this time she managed to get the top off and her black bra also soaked clung to her breasts.
"So this is payback for me spanking you i guess" she said with a pout
"Well i did enjoy it but you are right".
She looked at me still with a pout and pulled her jeans down and off and without telling she stripped naked. With her sans clothing she laid over my lap where i began to smack her lovely bottom soundly for a good five mins until she started to howl.
When i finished my hand delved between her legs and gave her ginger pussy a comforting rub which soon had her purring and opening her legs wide, it never takes long for her to orgasm after a spanking and never takes her long for her lips to be around my cock after either.
I could not resist taking a photo of her red bottom but she said i better not show any one. As if the photo would end up in my gallery here.
You can help me celebrate Lent
Many Christian Churches celebrate a period of 40 days of self denial and penitence prior to the celebration of Easter.
This church season called Lent begins on Ash Wednesday (March 1, 2017 this year) and continues daily (excluding Sundays which are not a part of Lent) until Easter Day (April 16, 2016 this year).
It is my intention to do a special activity each day during this period.
I would like you to request special activities during this period. In keeping with this church season the discipline should be in multiples of 40 (for example 40 strokes to each butt cheek). There are 40 days (46 days including Sundays – I will provide the activity for each Sunday) so you might choose to make more than one request. The only stipulation in addition to the number of strokes is it needs to be easily done as self discipline by me.
You may choose the body part you would like disciplined, the instrument (or instruments) you would like me to use (check out the photo albums to see the instruments I have), what you might wish me to wear (photo album of undergarments – you need to be a friend to view this album.
Please submit your request (or requests) as soon as possible. I will post the activities on a blog which I will update. I will not necessarily do the activity in the order received - I would rather spread multiple requests from the same person throughout the 40 days.
At age sixteen (whoa, this ain't cool!)
Brad done gone sent t' reform school.
'Twas jist three months but, even so,
sure was a bitch t' have t' go.
Brad wuz guilty o' car stealin'.
Red Wing's meant t' give bad feelin'!
The judge? She took him down a rung.
She oftimes dealt with "common" young.
She warned Brad: "You come back here, son,
you're going 'til you're twenty one!"
An' when th' lady judge wuz through,
Brad bawled like bad kids always do!
Brad's chums felt kinda pissed, it seemed,
but when Jill heard Brad's fate, she screamed.
(Jill wuz Brad's sweetheart, fair an' plump,
with comely face an' chubby rump!)
Cuffed in th' sheriff's car, Brad felt
that he'd sure rather git th' belt
than have t' go whar he'd been sent,
but t' Reform School off he went.
He had t' go down thar an' sweat
in summer's heat, an' you can bet
he loathed it! Daily shuckin' corn,
an' hard farm labour, fresh each morn!
"Lights Out" was each durn night at eight,
bright sunshine streamin' through th' grate.
An' jist a buzzin' window fan
t' cool th' dorm room best it can.
Brad had t' lay thar, roastin' hot,
Man! How he hated what he got!
There ain't much cause to wonder why:
that first night, most new inmates cry!
Brad longed fer Jill. So, what's th' diff?
It made him horny, hard an' stiff.
Brad hated bein' stuck alone:
he's not shy o' the Male Hormone!
Ain't no damn way to scratch his itch
except t' wank, rub, stroke an' twitch
'neath grubby sheets, dorm black as pitch.
(All Red Wing boys would beat their meat
- o' course - in deep night's squirmin' heat.
It's gotta to be huge secret, though:
Darn kids'll smirk. Darn staff can't know!)
Forthwith, a poor white trash kid dreads
four ugly concrete walls, bunk beds,
steel shackles an' cold iron bars
that each high window mars an' scars!
They hate dull guards, bland grub, harsh toil,
darn crops an' even farmyard soil!
They rue th' sargeant who'll entrap,
an' specially fear brown cowhide strap.
Most curse th' broilin' August heat
that, on th' beach? Would seem quite sweet!
Plus, when ya gotta "pay your debts",
there ain't no pop, no cigarettes.
All records banned. No radio.
No T.V. Shit, time passes slow!
There's jist plain no fun t' be had.
Reform school leaves ya pissed off. Bad!
Brad had t' serve twelve long bleak weeks
an' finally got turned loose. He streaks
into his mum's wide open arms.
Cried: "Piss on them correction farms!"
Reform School wuz a pain fer Brad:
left him defeated, hurt an' mad.
Yet taught him t' respect "JOHN LAW"
jist like it does most kids who draw
a sentence down t' Red Wing Town.
(Or t' Sauk Centre -makes gals frown!)
Brad got home, an' Jill's sweet kisses
left no doubt: that's wut he misses
most of all! Brad got his fill
from scrumptious, barefoot, redhead Jill!
All guys an' gals who've been thar know
it ain't some place ya wanna go.
Teen brats t' danged Reform School sent
assure ya'll 'tis PUNISHMENT.
Gosh, all in all, that's kinda good:
reform school sucks, but shucks! It SHOULD!
Merry broke her right arm, late July of '13. We took a long hiatus from activities of a spanko nature, or doing any filming at all.
She is finally 90-something percent recovered, as you may deduce by looking at the photos I've added of the almost-daily spankings she has been giving me. (Since and including Feb 1 to today, she's giving me eighteen fine spankings-canings-paddlings ...)
However, because her #4 (30 year old) son has been staying with us for an extended time, we've been unable to film any sessions. (Oh-thank-God, we're taking him home, this coming Friday.)
As I am running low on inventory of videos to upload here, I will only be uploading on Monday and Wednesday night ... with the implication, the video will appear here on Tuesday and Thursday (fingers crossed).
I've been having some eye problems, and unfortunately, I accidently posted a truncated draft. I had to split the final version into two parts, due to its size.
Because I had to delete and repost, the time sequence is a little off. This is actually before the dinner, but all the same afternoon.
This may look very different than the one you read, earlier. I decided to cut out, alot of superfluous things. I wanted to get some framework in place, for some coming events.
My apologies for any confusion!
Dylan found his Dad in the family room. He gave him a hug and welcomed him home. "Dad, could I talk to you?"
"Sure, Son, I hear you pretty much won the game! Good for you, Dylan! Way to go!! Sit down."
"It's private, Sir."
"Oh, I see. Well come into the office. We have a little time before dinner. Where's Janie?"
"She's in her room, with a hot bottom! Evan had to punish her again."
"Are you kidding me? Not again!", James said, shaking his head, "Well, David wont be happy!" They sat down together. "Evan says he hasn't had any trouble with you."
"I'm just doing my best to get ready for college, Sir."
"That's my boy!", James said beaming.
"Now, what can I do for you? You've done well to earn my trust, young man. I expect great things from you. The Fair is right around the corner. You'll be a Dragon King, soon! I'm so proud!"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, really. I'm nervous about the Fair."
"Why is that, Dylan? You needn't be afraid. I'll be there. It's a good thing!"
"I don't know what to expect, and that makes me uneasy."
"Right, well it's time, I guess, we had this talk. This stays between us, you understand? "
"Now Dylan, the girls you meet at the picnic, those are the daughters of members. They've been raised like Janie. They haven't been around boys. When you fall in love, you'll be the only man she's ever been with. You don't touch the girls romantically, until your wedding night. There are other girls in the club. They are there for other reasons. Once you are a member, you'll be able to have a little fun, with them. You need to learn how to be a good lover and get some practice training a woman to be yours."
"Oh, So that's it! Dad, I'm grown, now! I want to experience that. I want to be the one in charge. I want to, to spank them, and then .. "
"Of course you do", James chucked. "I remember the first girl I spanked... Layla! I pulled down her pants and gave her such a licking! You'll never forget your first!!".
Evan was right! "What about getting into the club, Dad? What's going to happen?"
"To be frank, you're going to get punished. It'll be to make you understand, how these young ladies feel. You can be very strict, but you must also have a softness, for the girl you marry."
"For one day and one night, you'll be treated, much like a slave. You and all the boys, will wait on the members, and be punished for any little thing. You must be totally respectful and accept whatever discipline they decide to dole out. It will be hard, but the rewards will last your lifetime.
The next night, you will be the Master. You will have beautiful women at your feet, young men too. They are submissives and they enjoy their role. They are all, very well rewarded. You will taste every kind of pleasure, you can imagine. There really is nothing more, I can say, that aptly describes what you will experience. On the fourth day, you will meet the princesses. You may find one that catches your eye, or Mistress Raven may find your match. But if not, there will be other days ahead. Just enjoy yourself, for in the future, you will work hard and have limited time for play."
"All men and all women have a taste for a variety of flavors. You mustn't judge others for what makes them happy. As Stern says, there is a lid for every pot... meaning that there is someone, who will be a good fit for you. Do you understand, Dylan?"
"I think so, Dad. I'm a little scared, but I'll make you proud"
"I haven't a doubt in the world, Dylan. All those times, I punished you, harshly, they prepared you for this day. You'll do fine. I promise you. "
"Thank you, Dad. For explaining it all."
"Okay, Son, I'll see you at dinner. I think I heard David come in. He'll be looking for Janie. That should be interesting."
"Just wait, when she has to sit down to dinner, Dad. She's going to be squirming all over, in her chair"
Dish chuckled at the thought.
"I'm betting on it, Dylan! David will put a quick end to that! Keep in mind, she deserves, whatever she gets.
Evan had just finished cleaning up and changing his wet clothes, when Dylan came to the door. He went to the door.
"Hi, Evan. Sorry for just showing up, but could we talk?"
"Sure, Dylan, come in." He was thankful he hadn't arrived ten minutes earlier, he didn't want to explain why he was all wet. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
"No, no, I'm fine. Evan, you know the Fair is coming. I am a little nervous around girls. I need help."
"First of all, those girls are going to be falling all over each other, trying to get to you. Are you kidding? You're like royalty, and you're a good looking kid. You can take your pick. But, if you want experience, you can't get that with those girls. You need to sow your wild oats with girls, that are not the daughters of the lodge members. They have been raised to become wives, not playmates."
"After the Fair, you'll be a member of the Lodge. You'll be able to have lots of interesting experiences. You cannot just be fooling around with anyone. Some girls would love to trap you, but they would never be accepted here. What exactly do you have in mind?"
Dylan's face turned a little red. "I want to spank them. I want to be in charge."
"Oh, I see....Well, Dylan, did you talk to your Dad? He could probably set that up for you."
"My Dad?!, I couldn't, Evan."
"Dylan, your Dad would totally understand. He might even like to hear it. Did he talk to you about the Lodge? Do you know what the Fair is about?"
"Sure, it's to join the club & look for a partner."
"Well, that's not all it is, Evan. You really need to talk to him. I'm sure that this conversation is coming anyways, but just ask him about the Fair. There is an initiation for the young men. It's kind of rough, like hazing. They'll allow you to opt out, but don't. Once you're done, you be glad you did. There are plenty of advantages to being a member. They won't let you participate, if you haven't been through the hazing. "
"Are you kidding me? Hazing?? What, like paddling??! I've been punished all my life!"
"By a parent, or a family member, not a stranger! It's different, Dylan. You'll get through it. All the young initiates will be going through the same thing. It's the only way to be a member."
"Anyways, your Father would be humiliated, if you refused. Only cowards do. You are the son of a King."
"Why didn't he tell me?! ", Dylan asked. He felt like he'd been sucker punched.
"It's not really necessary, because he has prepared you to be successful. Just like my Father prepared me. They raise us to be ready. But since you've asked, you mind as well talk to him. He comes home tonight. "
Dylan's head was spinning. He'd have to get through it, somehow... One last night. Then, would he get to punish a girl?? It would be worth it, for such a prize. How bad could it be? When was it going to happen and where? He'd never been past the Great Hall of the Lodge. He knew there were other rooms, but no one spoke of them.
"What about Janie? Will they punish her, too? "
"No, not at all, not until her match is made. Then she will be trained by him, once she is promised. She does have a say. They want you all to be happy. She will have to learn how to please him, but he'll also treat her very well. Just as you will treat your mate well. It might not even happen for a while. It all depends on love. "
"I know it's alot to take in, but once you've been hazed, they'll begin looking for your match. You'll help her to learn to be a good wife. If it's a true match, she'll want to please you. The girls have been groomed for this. She'll be yours alone. You'll love her, in time, but you will also have to take her in hand. You'll guide her, love and respect her and you will also punish her."
"Dylan, talk to your Dad. I can't say any more."
"Okay, thanks, Dylan. Where is everybody? We won our game! I got a triple that tied up the score!"
"Oh, I think Janie's in her room. Martha and George had shopping to do. Your Dad should be in anytime, now. David is flying in, and then driving here. He's suppose to be here by dinnertime."
"You better get cleaned up, it looks like you brought half of the dirt home, from the diamond!"
"Dylan looked at his filthy pants. Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm going to jump in the shower. Thanks, Evan. Maybe I'll talk to my Dad, but I'm glad you gave me a heads up, but don't worry. I won't mention that you did."
"It's okay, Dylan. I didn't tell you anything that is privileged. Talk to your Dad, you'll be glad you did."
"See you at dinner, Evan. Bye!"
"Bye, Dylan." He was a good kid. He'd be like family, if things worked out. Evan smiled.
Dylan finished dressing. He took extra care to be presentable. His Dad and Uncle would be home. Maybe he could catch a few minutes with his Dad. He headed for downstairs, but heard Janie crying. He knocked on her door.
"Yes?, came her shakey voice.
"It's me, Dylan. Janie can I come in?"
"Janie, what is it?!". He went to the bed and put his hand on her back, Patting her and whispering, "It's okay, you can tell me."
"Oh, Dylan!! It's Evan!"
"I knew it. You like him, don't you?" He smirked
Janie started to sob again, "No Dylan, I love him!"
"What?!?! You barely know him!!"
"I just do!"
"Well, what happened? He doesn't like you back? I find THAT hard to believe."
"I think he does, but he got mad at me. I was just being silly and made a big mess, that he cleaned up, but I was still laughing about it & he got very cross. He paddled me. Now, I have to talk to Daddy about Evan but I don't know what to say."
"Well, Janie tell him the truth. It'll all come out, anyways. Your Father loves you and you've already been punished for the mess."
"Thank you, Dylan. I'll try. I better get ready for dinner. My bottom is on fire!!"
"It's not the first time, naughty Janie. Now, get moving before I give you a spanking too!" Dylan thought he'd like to do just that! "
Janie said, "Get in line...I still have to talk to my Daddy. I just hope he'll let me see Evan. He could send him away."
"Don't worry, if they didn't trust him, he never would have let him near your. It'll be alright."
She sat up gingerly, and hugged her cousin. You're right! He wouldn't have!!
I'll get ready. Bye." Dylan stuck out his tongue, to make her laugh and left.
She wished she'd talked to Evan about what they should say. She wouldn't see him until dinner.