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I am so thankful to have Sylvia in my life. She is the love of my life and my best friend. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t thank my lucky stars that she is mine and me hers. She is the most amazing woman in the world. My world is a better, sweeter, happier place all because of her. I love her with all of my heart and all of my soul.
Since I met her my life hasn't been the same. She melts my heart and soothes my soul. Although she is thousands of miles away from me I have never been closer to anyone else. She has made me happy like no one else can and has truly made my life complete.
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Even more delicious apprehension!
Another new cane arrived today from the English Cane Company. It’s called ‘The Lady Alex’ and is described on the web site as
... a Limited Edition Dragon Cane, named after one of the foremost Disciplinarians on the scene today. Diameter is 6-8mm. Very whippy, so do use care to avoid wrapping.
I imagine it will make a lovely ‘swish’ as it cuts through the air which is always something I enjoy when watching others take a punishment. It will also be very much more stingy and likely to cut given the thin diameter compared to our other canes.
Let’s hope Ms. E has had a good day at work and isn’t looking to release too much pent up frustration.
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I'm thankful for the loving and effective form of guidance,
That binds a belt and backside in belligerent collidance.
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People, I love all of the spanking videos you share on this site. I really do appreciate your sharing them with me - watching them is one of my greatest pleasures.
I only have one request ... please, please, PLEASE, if you are making a video TURN OFF THE GOD DAMNED TV OR RADIO. Nothing detracts more from a good video than the blaring noise in the back ground.
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quatre années que j’espère, bien sur ma copine me satisfait mais je voulait passer a autre chose, recevoir une fessée par un homme âgé du côté de sommières, mission impossible apparemment...
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Tomorrow night I am going to get an ass whipping. Tomorrow night I may not feel so brave. Tomorrow night I will be left striped, bruised and blistered.
Because sometimes all you need as a good ass whipping. That is all.
p.s. I think my thighs are in trouble too.
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Things That Go Wrong 3
Business dinners are dangerous. I have known guys who ruined their careers by naively believing that they were invited to a business dinner because a) their boss liked them and that b) the purpose of a business dinner was so that they could enjoy themselves. They also believed in the Easter Bunny and the efficacy of sex enhancement drugs sold on the internet.
Eh eh, no. The survivors, those who understand the zen of business dinners, also develop a deep empathy for the critter who plays the target for the mallet in the Whack-a-Mole game. They are also good at playing hop-scotch in minefields. It was with this jaundiced mind set that I accepted my boss’ invitation to join him and his wife for drinks and dinner at his country club. I brought along my girlfriend. I figured I could hide behind her if things got dangerous.
Now my boss is a nice guy. Don’t get me wrong. He is no Chain Saw Al Dunlop or Donald Trump. But he does 1) sign my paycheck, and 2) have the right to fire me. And this is a “Right to Work” state, which means that my boss has the unquestioned right to fire me because. Just “because”. Georgia recognizes “because” as a compelling and actionable legal reason...probably a carry over from when it was a slave state. And, if he did fire me, I would have no recourse. (At least I would no longer have to call him Massa.) Thus, my reluctance to accept business-social invitations. I would rather pay for my own drinks, thank you, than get on a first name basis with the girl at the Unemployment Compensation Office.
My boss’ wife, Vanessa, was pleasant, well educated, and from a good family. She was also an accomplished tennis player who competed in a league at their country club. She was playing that afternoon and would join us afterwards for drinks. After finishing her game (beating her opponent...of course) Vanessa showered in the locker room before changing into a casual stylish outfit for drinks and dinner. Still a bit overheated and in a hurry, Vanessa chose not to wear panties, putting them in her purse.
We were seated at the table in the center of the country club’s dining room having Cosmos before dinner. My boss was seated to Vanessa’s left. My date was seated directly across from my boss. And I was seated across from Vanessa. Remember the seating arrangement. Like in an Agatha Christie murder mystery, it is going to be important.
I try to limit my drinking at business dinners. Being the only sober one at the table can have strategic advantages. Sun Tzu said that. Or maybe it was Groucho Marx. Whatever. But before I finished my first cocktail my boss had ordered another round. After the strenuous exercise of her tennis matches the vodka hit Vanessa like a brick wrapped in a wedge of lime, both raising her body temperature and diminishing her awareness. Perspiring, Vanessa reached into her purse, which she had placed at the right side of her chair, for a handkerchief with which to wipe her forehead. That is when Things Began to Go Wrong.
Reaching into her purse, Vanessa had managed to grab, not her handkerchief, but her panties. Now they were very nice panties. Being something of a connoisseur of women’s panties I could appreciate them. They were French cut, a lovely shade of pink, and had lace trim. I really appreciated that Vanessa was showing them to me with the implication that she also was not wearing them. At least I would have been if 1) my boss and her husband was not sitting at the same table, and 2) we were not seated in the middle of a country club dining room.
Because of our seating positions, I was the only person at our table aware of the fact that Vanessa was waving her panties about. Bright pink is, however, terribly visible...especially in contrast to the muted colors favored by the upper middle class. It would only be moments before other guests in the dining room learned that Vanessa favored pink and got her panties from Cacique. Vanessa was, herself, blissfully unaware that she was waving her panties about. Resting her right elbow on the table she held them up like a little pink flag that was just outside her own peripheral vision but wildly displayed for everyone else. She was engrossed in the conversation. And the two Cosmos (The bartender did not skimp on either the vodka or the Cointreau.) didn’t help matters.
I tried to continue the conversation with Vanessa without signaling any awareness that anything was amiss...the word “amiss” meaning she was waving pink panties in my face making me embarrassingly aware that Vanessa splashed perfume on interesting parts of her body! Now someone should have politely informed Vanessa that she had made a completely understandable error and had mistaken her panties for her handkerchief and was attracting the gaze and sexual interest of every man in the room. Someone should tell her that.
Well it sure as hell was not going to be me! I liked my job. I also needed the paycheck. And I was NOT going to be the one who would tell Vanessa, in front of her husband and my boss, that she was calling attention to herself by waving her pink panties about like a Rue Saint Denis prostitute! There is something about killing the messenger. Well, I had no intention of testing the hypothesis!
OK, you try to carry on a conversation while trying to ignore perfumed pink panties!
It was at this time that my date became aware of what was in Vanessa’s right hand and whispered in my ear something to the effect that someone should tell her. How?! I grew up in a house that had a copy of Emily Vanderbilt’s Etiquette Book. I know what a fish fork and fish knife are and what glasses to use with what wines. If pressed I could probably remember how to address titled nobility. But there was not a damned thing in that book about pink panties...even in the footnotes! I think even Emily gave up when it came to that subject. Now I once met Ann Landers. What would she have advised. All that I could remember is that she was really short. That didn’t help much.
I am admittedly really bad a playing charades, but this time I looked at my date and managed to silently reply to her suggestion that I say something about the panties with a single eloquent gesture meaning: “This is critical. Neither you nor I are going to say the word ‘panties’. I could lose my job and then you would have to support me and I have really expensive tastes!” Really hard to get all that in one gesture, but driven by pure terror, I managed to do so...even conveying, by an almost imperceptible movement of my left eyelid, the ending exclamation mark!
Eventually the gods intervened (one of the smaller gods) and Vanessa, still unaware, and without looking, placed her pink “handkerchief” back in her purse. I have always wondered if Vanessa found it strange when emptying her purse that the pink panties were on top and the handkerchief was still neatly folded beneath them. Or did my boss or Vanessa ever overhear stories about the woman with the pink panties being told at the country club.
You ask. I am not going to.
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A blonde drops a blouse off at the cleaners.. on the way out the cleck says "Come again." The blonde shoots back over her shoulder "No its toothpaste this time"
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“Immodest creature, you do not want a woman who will accept your faults, you want the one who pretends you are faultless – one who will caress the hand that strikes her and kiss the lips that lie to her."
I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.
”And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
“We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It's time to put an end to this. It's time for us to let ourselves be loved.”No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.”
Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing.
Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.”
“This is an important lesson to remember when you're having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won't feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can't feel real joy unless you've felt heartache. You can't have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can't know what it's like to feel holy until you know what it's like to feel really fucking evil. And you can't be birthed again until you've died.”
You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.”
Just like there's always time for pain, there's always time for healing.”“Don’t be intimidated by other people’s opinions. Only mediocrity is sure of itself, so take risks and do what you really want to do.”Forgive but do not forget, or you will be hurt again. Forgiving changes the perspectives. Forgetting loses the lesson.”
“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.” The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.” The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache.
2. The moment you realize God had greater plans for you that don’t involve crying at night or sad Pinterest quotes.
3. The moment you stop comparing yourself to others because it undermines your worth, education and your parent’s wisdom.
4. The moment you live your dreams, not because of what it will prove or get you, but because that is all you want to do. People’s opinions don’t matter.
5. The moment you realize that no one is your enemy, except yourself.
6. The moment you realize that you can have everything you want in life. However, it takes timing, the right heart, the right actions, the right passion and a willingness to risk it all. If it is not yours, it is because you really didn’t want it, need it or God prevented it.
7. The moment you realize the ghost of your ancestors stood between you and the person you loved. They really don't want you mucking up the family line with someone that acts anything less than honorable.
8. The moment you realize that happiness was never about getting a person. They are only a helpmate towards achieving your life mission.
9. The moment you believe that love is not about losing or winning. It is just a few moments in time, followed by an eternity of situations to grow from.
10. The moment you realize that you were always the right person. Only ignorant people walk away from greatness.” ---HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THEIR WEEKEND XOXOXO TYGRR
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Im wearing my tightest jeans, with very thin panties on. Im sitting down in the car, and immediately my jeans press right up against my clit. Making need shoot straight through me, making my kitty moisten. Every movement of the car has my jeans rubbing my clit, making me crave masters fingers inside my mood kitty, making me crave him bending me over the seat of his car, spanking me my ass is red. And playing with my clit or ramming his fingers inside of me. Making me drip with need. Enjoying every firm spank, the tingle the sting, the warmth of my ass being made red, .makes my kitty feel warm with deep need. It makes me quietly and sneakily gyrate my hip, forcing my jeans to push and rub against my clit. Im a slut that craves masters fingers, that craves masters hand spanking me red and bruised. Craves his cock ramming into my wanton cunt.
*written for my Master, so he knows how often I think of him, and the effect he has on me :)
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So we're trying this schedule of once a month visits for awhile to see how that works. i've been having a lot of issues again recently and not handling them myself very well. But every time I see Him, i freak out and waste half the day, only to calm down and realize, once again, how helpful this is and how much better i'm doing on issues after the fact.
So this past Wednesday i got spanked for drinking and driving twice (though i think it was more than that) that i violated a rule He had set up for me after i got hit by a car...tapped really, but enough to worry me that if the cops were called, even though they hit my bumper at a red light, if they made me blow, i might be over the limit because i don't usually tend to 'feel' drunk, or even buzzed. i'm always the designated driver with other people, mostly because i'm the only one with no marks on my record, but when i'm driving by myself i don't judge it very well. So He wanted me to eat something and wait a set amount of time per drink before driving going forward. i violated the rule, so got the evil lexan paddle for it :/ (i'm uploading that video after He approves it.)
i got many other spankings that day but not a lot of time to edit them, so will add them as i am able. It embarrasses the hell outta me, but i am trying this new thing where i actually, ya know, do what i'm told. ;) Not as easy as it sounds, folks! But i'm working on it...
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Just Posted a few new photos & vidcaps from Lady M & Bond's latest session. Bond gets a severe whipping, strapping and strapon from Lady M.
The video has been uploaded as well and hopefully will be available in a day or so.
Lady M & Bond
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Would someone please spank me, its been way too long.
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I've realized that one thing stopping from getting spanked is that I'm self-conscious about the way my bum looks. I don't think I'm ugly, no. People say I'm pretty cute and I can see that for myself, but there are flaws that I keep hidden beneath my pants... Okay, I must sound scary down there, haha! I'll get to it - scars! All the photos I've posted aren't clear enough to really show them, but they would definitely be apparent in person.
Firstly, stretch marks. I'm only a bit chubby, but it seems my skin is very prone to them. Since puberty, my calves, thighs and buttocks have gotten a noticeable amount. They've mostly faded to silvery scars, but a lot of them are deep... Well, I haven't worn shorts in public for many years now, so you can imagine how hard it is for me to even think of having my pants down in front of someone new!
Secondly, keratosis pilaris. Google it? Basically, my dang genetics resulted in this bumpy rash that persists on my cheeks. It's pimply-looking. A lot of the population has it on the back of their arms, you may have seen. Well it's not as bad as it was when I was younger. I've exfoliated and lotioned and all that stuff, but the marks will probably always be there in some fashion. They're barely visible unless you're up close, but seeing as someone spanking me will be right over me, well... I'd bet they'd see!
I'll also bring up that I'm not the type to wax. I hope some of you can confirm that men don't seriously think girls should have completely hairless cracks and cooches? Or should I keep that on my list of things to be self-conscious about?
So, to sum up my ask, do spankers get turned off by things like this? I don't think the free offer of my bum to be smacked should be open to criticism - I'm not auditioning for a film, haha - but I do wonder if it's something I should mention that I don't have a model bum. Should I suggest dim lights, or keeping myself clothed? Or would any bum be preferred bare?
Has any spanker had an issue with their spankee's skin or hair down there? Any stories to tell?
If I had a flawless arse, I think I might have been over a lap already... Well, perhaps I should stop caring? Either way, I would appreciate hearing a few thoughts, thank you very much!
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We have been talking on and off its going to happen she s going to get it just a matter of time
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Got part of your email yahoo is being a pain. Dont worry you my dear will get what is comming to you.just minor set backs is all. Just know you may have avoided it in chicago but you will get it i asure you of that if it fits it ships
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I’m an avid reader, I even have a goal set to read 100 books this year. I’m not going to make it though, not even close, I’m at 75 books. So unless I decide to cheat and count children’s books there is no way I’m reading 25 books in a little over a month.
Anyways…the reason I decided to write this blog is because in my reading I came across a unique spanking reference I thought I would share with you all. I’m reading “Balzac and The little Chinese Seamstress” by Dai Sijie. A little background it’s the early 70’s and Chairman Mao wanted to re-educate the young intellectuals. There are many examples of suppressing people by not allowing an education, but I will spare you my knowledge on the subject and not bore you with it. How do you re-educate young intellectuals you ask? Why you send them to the country. This story is based on two young boys who are sent to a country village. Part of the process is teaching the boys hard work, and they are sent to work in a coal mine. One of the boys comes down with malaria. The mine workers discuss throwing him in the ice cold river, but decide against it because he could drown and “ain’t nobody got time for that” So one guy takes control and goes out and picks a peach switch and a willow switch (according to the book it had to be these specific switches) He comes back in and strips the ailing boy and flogs him (that was the books word not mine, that is my least favorite word for spanking) He whips him until he is too tired to go on. This sounds brutal and honestly it probably was, but you have to take into account he works in a coal mine for ten hours a day, and this happened at night so probably didn’t take much to wear him out. While he is whipping the boy, the peanut gallery watching eggs him on with “harder”. When he is done he offers the switches to the room full of people, but they just shake their heads and leave. So the guy gives the switches to the boy’s friend. The boy asks his friend “do you want me to continue flogging you” and the boy responds with “go ahead maybe it will make me feel warm” But then he’s distracted by a letter on the floor from the little Chinese seamstress and a new chapter and adventure begins.
I had never heard of switches being used for crackpot medicine. So I decided to google it, and see if I could find out more information.
Just a word of advice….just because you can look something up doesn’t mean you should!!
Just kidding, I didn’t find anything on the subject. I tried typing in switching for healing. Switch used as medicine. Weird medical practices from china (the horrors) I tried looking up switches on Wikipedia…..then I got bored and distracted. I did learn that you can go to some spa’s and get whacked with palm leaves for lotsa money. It’s supposed to make the blood flow better, or some such silliness. Anyways now ya know.
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Sometimes you just need your ass whipped. That is all.
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I want someone to spank me dressed as Meat Loaf to this song, so that when I hear it in the future I can associate it with pleasurable memories, rather than wanting to vomit from the pain of such a bad song!!!