new blog feature, I'm calling it: the survey says...
this survey topic: my blog features.
vote for one, or as many, in ascending order, as you see fit.
my favorite blog feature of yours is:
a) totally off topic - where I subject you to whatever is rambling around in my head
b) WTF? - funny and bizarre photos I find in my searches
c) your poetry blogs
d) your fiction writing blogs
e) the survey says blog
f) today's panties - photos of the underpants I happen to be wearing at the time
g) I hate your blog, stop clogging up the feed you moron
(feel free to suggest your own new blog feature, I might just take you up on it)
In her usual bratty self, Serf continued to argue and be a total brat, as she got into more trouble she became closer to throwing a huge temper tantrum. Master was not impressed so decided to teach her a further lesson.
After caning her bruised bottom, he made her sit on a hard wooden chair, and then caned her tits, thighs and then hands as she was still mouthing off. Serf needs to do as she's told, if she continues the lash will come out, she was warned.
She was then given one hour corner time, allowed no after-care and sent to bed. It was only 4pm, but frankly Master had enough today, she had been acting a brat all day and had 2 spankings before this.
Surely she can't continue to be naughty in bed, but then again, we are talking about Serf, who can get into trouble over thin air if allowed. But she would get the lash and be grounded if this continues.
He went to get a well earned Jack Daniels, yes it was early but he needed to chill for a bit and calm down. He didn't remember when he felt this mad with her, he chuckled a little, yes he was mad and she had been so naughty all day but he did enjoy caning her legs, tits and hands. He enjoyed watching the expression on her face as she tried to be brave, her stubbornness not letting her give up. He shook his head, God she was stubborn but he did love her to the moon and back and thoroughly enjoyed punishing her.
(a work of pure spanking fantasy - if only it were true)
From: The Office of the Female Spanking Society
Status of your written request for spanking: APPROVED
Our society member board has reviewed your recent request for spanking and has approved your application. Your 500 word essay (which you exceeded by well over 200 words) on Why I Deserve A Spanking was unanimously chosen as the best submission by a male spankee. You are being invited to our next discussion group where the topics of: Teaching Him Respect, and, Paddle Him In Panties will be discussed by our membership. Also, thank you for including your panty photographs (one would have been sufficient).
Our society member Ellen (pictured standing third from left) is our resident expert on Panty Discipline. She has asked to chair our meeting with you and we have given her our consent. She has authored such pieces as: Paddling in Panties - the correct approach to male discipline, and, Spanking Shame and Panty Humiliation. She has read your essay and is quite keen on meeting with you. She asked that we convey her "warmest wishes" in regards to your small round bottom and added that she is "very much looking forward to tending to the seat of your sissy little underpants." We are sure you will find Ellen to be a most capable paddler of the underpants and most eager to address your impertinent and disrespectful manner in a most old fashioned way.
You are expected to arrive at least thirty minutes in advance of the start of the meeting (do not be late!) and will be allowed underpants/panties only for the duration of the meeting (approximately three hours). Your panties and/or bare bottom must remain in full display of our membership at all times. You will be subjected to 100% real and authentic spankings and paddlings by each of our society members. In addition, you will be required to recite aloud, while appropriately attired in only your underpants, your essay submission in it's entirety in front of our group.
Our current membership numbers at twelve with several more on the application list. Most members have already shown an interest in meeting you and we expect a nice showing for our meeting. In addition, three guest attendees have already signed up based on your photos and essay submission. We are always looking to add appropriately strict women to our membership and an event such as this should provide us with that opportunity. We thank you in advance for your support, as a most deserving male spankee, of the Female Spanking Society.
The following is the status of your written requests
spanking on underpants and bare bottom: APPROVED
paddling on underpants and bare bottom: APPROVED
hairbrush spanking on underpants and bare bottom: APPROVED
strapping on underpants and bare bottom: APPROVED
request to wear panties in lieu of underpants: APPROVED
special request for panty shame and humiliation: APPROVED
We hope that you are looking forward to meeting our members as much as they are looking forward to paddling your sissy panties for you. Again, congratulations on being accepted as our "male spankee of the month."
president and chairwoman of: The Female Spanking Society
David heard the soft tap at the door, and welcomed Miss Raven into his room. She was not in her usual garb, but was elegantly attired. She was painted into a tight fitting, black dress, that hugged her curves, but showed just enough skin, to tempt the imagination. Her well endowed bust, just peeked out, above the scoop neckline, and her hemline was nearly to her knee. Her long, lean calves were amazing! She had on high heeled, red soled shoes, and wore diamonds on her neck, ears and fingers. Her ebony hair was coiled up high, on her head and her makeup was flawless. The scent she wore was intoxicating, and she turned every head, as she walked through the Dragon Lodge, to join David King, in his suite.
“Ah, aren't you a vision, come in”, David said, pulling her to him. "Are your having wine tonight, or the hard stuff?”
“Let's keep it hard tonight”, she said smiling slyly.
He poured a few fingers worth of very old, fine bourbon over ice and handed it to her. Taking his own glass, he tasted it and said, “Cheers! I wasn't sure you could get away, but I'm so glad you did.”
“Why, David, have I ever failed to come when summoned? Especially, when we've have had so little time together!! I could care less if the place burned to the ground, I'm insured.” She said laughing. “Now, help me out of my dress, if you don't mind.”
There was an ease between them and though David was her Master, he respected this powerful and self sufficient woman, and he had pure intentions. He hoped one day, they would make a life together. Raven submitted only to him. In all other facets of her life, she was the dominant one. David unzipped her and kissed her long, creamy neck. He loved when her hair was up like this. He smelled the perfume, he'd bought her in Paris, last spring. It smelled better on her, than it did in the boutique a where they shopped. She turned her head, to enjoy his kiss, shrugging the dress off her shoulders. David helped peel it down, over her lacy bra, her flat abdomen, past her tiny waist and over her generous hips. It fell silently, at their feet, as they embraced. He filled her mouth, with his hungry tongue.
She'd been longing for him, in the weeks that passed. The rush of activity they'd had, to pull off the Midsummer Festival, had left no real time for folic. They'd seen each other, of course, but only for a stolen kiss or two, and a quickie up against a store room wall. He'd pinned her hands over her head, and opened her legs, finding her wet palace. He'd wet his cock with spit, and then reached around her hips to lift her thigh. He'd entered her, holding her up by her bottom, roughly, but she was happy for the intrusion. His big dick slammed into her, until she wept with a shudder of joy and satisfaction. Tonight they would take it slower, but they both wanted so much to sink into that delicious place of passion. Raven knew David would take her there, in his time, but he would remind her, first, that she served him, and his word was law.
“Now we begin, Angel.”
“Yes, Sir… how may I serve you?” Gone was the confidence and cockiness she wore, and a demure and magnificent subservient beauty, stood before him. She held her hands behind her back, with her head bowed, slightly, in respect.
“Tell me, what have you done to disgrace yourself?” he demanded.
“Nothing, Sir. I honor and respect you in all things.”
“Did I not see you, prancing around the club a with barely anything on but your underwear?!”
“That was business, David, and you know it.”
“It was just business, SIR!” she exclaimed, trying to defend her actions.
“Is that so? Do you think you have to dress as a slut, to be the boss of that house?... Raven, REALLY?! The house could run itself, but you crave the attention, the power and the worship of those sniveling “men””, he spat.”Were your not lovely and sexy, tonight in that dress? That look inspires respect. That other inspires drooling. Step to the bed… NOW!.
Raven had no idea what he wanted, but she knew he had told her to stop taking clients. She didn't need the money, God knows,but some clients wanted only her. They were very powerful men, who wanted to be dominated. They wanted their asses beaten, or they wanted humiliation and domination. None of them were having sex with her. It was the family business after all, and she'd built it into a multi-million dollar empire. David was not impressed with that. She could still Captain the ship without swabbing the decks, he'd say. Raven went to the end of the bed, and waited for instructions. David sat on the edge of the bed, and called her to his side.
“You are going to regret not taking my advice. Do you think I can begin to build a future for us, with you still playing games in lingerie, with my business associates? Do you?!” His voice was gruff now. She was surprised to hear him say it aloud…a future for them! She'd hoped, of course, but thought he'd never be free of his wife. So she’d kept at her work, as usual, ignoring his disdain. He was incensed now. He told her to open the big drawer of implements.
“I want you to bring me the tail with the biggest plug, because you'll have it tucked between your legs, by the end of the night.”
Raven hated the tails and he knew it. But to argue with him, in this state would be madness. He would take her to the floor, and make her crawl. She'd rarely seen him angry, but he was not a man to be trifled with. She had defined him, but she thought he'd been unreasonable. She brought him the tail and the lubricant. I want your hands on the floor, your ass facing me.“ She wanted to say she wasn't ready for it! The plug was too big, but his furrowed brow warned her to comply. Raven had to tip herself forward to reach the floor in those high heels. He told her to spread wide, her legs, and push out her bottom. He began swatting it. He didn't just spank her, his hand started low and brushed and hit her cheeks, in an upward smack, making her beautiful butt jiggle. He began hitting each cheek, alternating sides, until it was quickly growing pink, then red - VERY RED. He pulled at left cheek, exposing her pink, puckered rose, and squirted a glob of lubricant on top of it. His fingers matched his huge hand, and he used his pinky to pave the way. He made sure it was slippery and he started applying pressure, against her.
He entered her, as she groaned, and added more lubricant as he poked in and out. He did the same with his pointer, driving deeper and wider and then picked up the tail. She felt she was going to rip, but David knew his craft. He'd reamed her out, just enough to allow the plug to breach her gates. With some more lubricant and a rocking motion, he fed more and more of the hefty plug in, until the widest girth of it, nearly two inches popped through and was swallowed.
As it went inside her, Raven tried to pull her bottom away, David dragged her hip back, and she cried, as it slipped into her. “There, nice and snug”, he said tugging and twisting the tail in his first. “You deserve this, don't you? You've been disobedient, haven't you?”
“Oh, David, if I'd known your plans, I'd have complied.”
He twisted the tail again, lifting it and her, to her tippy toes. You don't need to know why, you do as you are told! IS THAT CLEAR?”
“YES, SIR, VERY CLEAR!”, She answered quickly, her voice, high and strained.
"Now steady yourself." He said, unbuckling his belt. Where was James with that paddle?!"
IN a dim lighted room after mid night she wakes up looking at watch to figure that she just falls for 15mins
complains insomnia from the begining of the week as her head was filled of thoughts and decesions she graves and can't stop thinking about it, distraction is useless how ever she tryed she looked beside where her wolfy hubby layes gone in a long sleep she enjoys looking at him, his hair his face his musceles with his wide chest and his strong back she bites her lips while her face features changed to a horny graves her eyes was going to drip when she flashed and remembered what happned coulple of hours ago the over pleasure she got , he was rough controlling understanding every tiny details she needs she start losing her self as she removes her hair backword squeezing her hips togeather trying to get rid of the pleasure chasing her in every moment she lives her work while shoping even hanging out with friends or visiting relatives specially when her alone but her clit electrics and shivers that she even can't control her nerve and can't step out of lust and lets the memories invaiding her more and more she was directed to new rule that when it comes to bed they should be all nude its the way he likes erotica and intimancy she can't stop hearing his voice telling her about his naughty licentious desires and how depates and disscussions runed between them she is so opssesed and inficted , she leaned beside a littel touching her butt memorising the spanking she got when she talked back about the nude bed new role she was arroused when the rough sex follows the spanking
"Ohhh God im addicted" its a thought she conflict with her self
I recently moved to another city with my work and am feeling very lonely . I did go to a christening today,it was very nice of my new work colleague to invite me. I was introduced to this guy,we started to chat and I was sort of warming to him until he told me that he is engaged,WTF,wish he had mentioned that earlier!!! Got a phone call from my Sir back home and I started to cry, but Sir talked to me the way he does and I calmed down,miss his
chastising touch and educating words,really hope I made the right move here. So end of June before I get to go back home and meet up with Sir again.
I am a sociable person but this place is too big and the people seem to be a bit cold,maybe its me,but I do things differently. This apartment is too big for one person,nice place but way too big for me and as far as I can see out the window there are lights. Going for a long jog tomorrow to take my mind off things.
Oi nosy !
A friend has asked me about sub space. I’ve been there, but I don’t know that my experience is definitive or typical. Maybe those of you reading this would have something to add.
First, understand my point of view. I didn’t even realize myself until I’d experienced it that I’m a masochist. That gives you a neat little label, a box to put me in, but it doesn’t explain anything. When it comes to paddles, straps and canes, I perceive the bite of each of those, not as pain in the way I used to think of it, but something more like intense sensation. When I’m in the grips of it, I’m aware of nothing else. It’s a moment of escape that I’m only aware of in retrospect. Only after the pain passes do I realize how all conscious thought was closed down.
The relief that washes over me then, as the pain subsides, is a warm, comforting wave. The pulsing afterglow is heavenly. You just have to go through a little hell to feel it. Rocking back and forth between the intensity of pain and the relief of its passing drives me into an ecstatic state, as intoxicating as a shot of liquor on an empty stomach. After a long, severe spanking, I’m absolutely buzzed.
Thus, the fear, the apprehension of waiting for a spanking has a different flavor as well. I dread the pain, to be sure, but I’m looking to the other side, anticipating, the way you might anticipate a good meal.
However, a good domme can add other sensations to the mix to intensify the experience. For me, being physically restrained and out of control contributes immensely to the headspace. Throw in some other unwanted sensations—say, nipple twisting or tickling or bastinado—to keep me guessing, on edge, avoiding, twisting helplessly in my bonds, and pretty soon I’ve left my everyday world far, far behind.
I wrote a poem about one such experience and posted it on my Fetlife page. And now, since I’m on the subject, I’ll share it with you here:
Recollection of subspace…
My world is here and now as
your presence looms behind me,
warm and unseen.
Fingertips, nails, the flat of your palm,
smacking so deliciously hard,
then your breath warm on my neck
as you tickle my ribs and armpits,
blurring the lines between
pleasure too intense to bear and
impact so barely tolerable
that I gasp
and I struggle,
unable to free my hands…
You press me into the cross
tormenting my nipples
and my brain screams
No! No! No!
I don’t even know
I can’t breathe until you tell me…
Like the very opposite
of the anxiety that so often consumes me,
something like love rises in the silence
Sensations wash over me—
colors of intensity…
pain is just an exclamation point
between the waves as
the sweet sting of the paddle
Your touch defines me…right…here…this…moment.
That’s it, boys and girls, in a nutshell. As I said, if you’d like to comment and share your own take, please do.
Ever have a day where you just wake up grumpy and miserable for no reason..today is that day, I'm usually so good and I'm definitely teetering on the edge of getting in trouble, I honestly don't even know what my problem is today, but I really hope I can keep myself in check, this is unusual for me and I have already been warned twice.
Picture this, if you will, ladies and gentlemen... Your wife is home, cleaning your house for you and making it look presentable. That's the visual, but what about the audio? If this was a true 1950's household, she'd be jammin' to some classic doo wop. "Doo wop, bop ba dooby dop doo..." Can you hear her singing along? Songs like "Denise" by Randy and the Rainbows, or even "Why Do Fools Fall In Love" by Frankie Lymon...these make excellent Spring Cleaning Day soundtracks! It's contagious, and very fun...I speak from personal experience. ^_^ So...now that you know my preference, what are some of the genres and eras of music you enjoy listening to while taking care of your home?
In the order the videos presently appear; giving the title (theme), I am present in all these videos, all are self discipline (strap, belt, paddle or whip), I am the disciplinarian, I am the disciplined
Happy Easter 2 – bare arse, hands, leather belts
Happy Easter – underwear, hands, leather belts
Saturday in Holy Week – underwear, bare arse, hands, leather belts in the style of Sir Alex
Good Friday – flogging the back – rubber multi tail
Thursday in Holy Week – underwear, hands, leather belts
Wednesday in Holy Week – strapping the hands, rubber school straps – third 80 strokes
Tuesday in Holy Week – strapping the hands, rubber school straps – second 80 strokes
Monday in Holy Week – strapping the hands, rubber school straps – first 80 strokes
40 days of Lenten fun – sixth Sunday – multi tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun – day 38 – cbt, balls stretcher, weights, rubber prison strap
40 days of Lenten fun – day 37 – strapping the hands, razor strop
40 days of Lenten fun – day 36 – caning the cock and balls
40 days of Lenten fun – day 35 – workman’s belt
40 days of Lenten fun – day 34 – caning and paddling the left testicle (ball)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 33 – cbt, weights, belts
40 days of Lenten fun – day 32 – hair brush, slick slim
40 days of Lenten fun – day 31 – whipping the back, leather belt
40 days of Lenten fun – day 30 – strapping the hands, rubber school straps
40 days of Lenten fun – fifth Sunday – single tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun – day 29 APRIL FOOL's DAY – cbt, belt, rubber prison strap, leather CPS, single tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun - A prelude to April Fool's Day - cbt, belt, rubber prison strap, leather CPS, single tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun – day 28 – caning and paddling the right testicle (ball)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 27 – Canadian Prison straps (CPS)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 26 – whipping the genitals
40 days of Lenten fun – day 25 – nipple clamps, Canadian prison straps (CPS)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 24 – nipple clamps, martinet
40 days of Lenten fun – fourth Sunday – buffalo hide multi tail
40 days of Lenten fun – day 23 – ice cubes, balls stretcher, leather paddle with cone studs
40 days of Lenten fun – day 22 – razor strops – part 1
40 days of Lenten fun – day 21 – razor strops – part 2
40 days of Lenten fun – day 20 – Adam & Gillian’s slick slim (rubber strap)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 19 - weights, leather tawse and paddle, wood and lexan paddle
40 days of Lenten fun – day 18 – strapping the hand
40 days of Lenten fun – day 17 - underwear, hands, leather belts
40 days of Lenten fun – third Sunday – single tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun – day 16 - caning and strapping the cock, rattan cane, leather tawse
40 days of Lenten fun – day 15 - St. Patrick's Day - Irish school strap
40 days of Lenten fun – day 14 - chastity device, leather paddle, lexan paddles
40 days of Lenten fun – day 13 - harness leather belt, rubber canvas school strap
40 days of Lenten fun – day 12 - Canadian prison strap (CPS)
40 days of Lenten fun – day 11 - cbt, CPS, weights
40 days of Lenten fun – second Sunday – tightly braided thin multi tail
40 days of Lenten fun – day 10 – strapping the hand
40 days of Lenten fun – day 9 – workman’s belt
40 days of Lenten fun – day 8 - cbt, clothespins, leather paddle, tawse
40 days of Lenten fun – day 7 – thighs (outer & inner), wood paddle
40 days of Lenten fun – day 6 – multi tail whips
40 days of Lenten fun – day 5 – nipple clamps, leather paddle, school strap, tawse
40 days of Lenten fun – first Sunday – single tail whip
40 days of Lenten fun – day 4 – small wood frat paddle
40 days of Lenten fun – day 3 – London Tanners 3 tail XH tawse
40 days of Lenten fun – day 2 – workman’s belt
40 days of Lenten fun – day 1 - leather straps
What a night I have put down. Everything started yesterday when Jen came home from work after having a very bad day,Jen specialises in Taxation law,all very boring,but someone she is advising at the moment did not make a full disclosure to her and Jen was in the middle of a very important legal case when she was told that a full disclosure had not been made to her and she had to practically beg the judge to adjourn the case,this did not go down well with the judge,who told her off. Poor Jen bore the brunt of someone else's folly and she was not happy. She had spent four months preparing this case on what she had been told and now she has to start all over again. So yesterday when she came home we sat and chatted for awhile and then Jen suggested we get drunk,LOL. I called my niece's boyfriend to look after the evening milking,he agreed and Jen and I got dressed and headed off out. We met up with a few friends in the local pub and the drink flowed all night.
People tend to react differently when drunk. I get happy where as Jen tends to fall asleep. During the course of the evening someone suggested a running race around the block. Jen nominated me,saying I was a fast runner.A guy we know in the village bet fifty euro that he could beat me in a race. Before long I found myself outside the pub with a crowd of people cheering me on and Jen holding my shoes. The barman gave the order to get ready and then GO and off we went. The guy was fast,and when we came to the corner of the street he tried to shove me. However I noticed he was wearing boots which may have slowed him down,but on reflection I believe what ended his race was when he got a stitch in his side. I took the lead and won comfortably,he paid me the 50 euro.As we all stood outside the bar drinking the Garda pulled up in their little squad car and asked what was going on.We were told that drinking on the street was illegal,so we returned inside the pud. Singing started and before long we had a lock in. Pounding on the front door of the pub made everyone run out the back and low and behold I found myself hiding in the old Abbey again with three others as a squad car drove in circles around the Abbey and a Garda searched among the headstones with a flashlight. It crossed my mind that I am getting too old for this,but I had no choice. We must have been in hiding for about 20 minutes before we heard the Garda drive away. In all the confusion I had become separated from Jen. Like a scene out of a horror movie,my friends and I searched around the deserted streets of the village for Jen. As we walked past the pub the door suddenly opened and out came Jen. She had hid in the ladies toilets standing on the toilet bowl in case the Garda came into the toilets.She was lucky that the Garda was only interested in telling off the barman. We made it home in time for milking at 4am. My niece and her boyfriend were cuddled up on the sofa watching The Fog and jumped with fright when Jen and I appeared at the window making faces at them.
So today we are just sitting around. Jen is in the kitchen making breakfast. I am in my study and my niece and her boyfriend are in the barn with their tractor,which is almost done. I think Jen and I will just watch TV and maybe she will help around the farm. Thank goodness for my niece's boyfriend. On another note my niece came to me yesterday and told me that she has changed her mind about the army and will return to university in October to study for an MA in genetics.I am delighted,very relieved. I hugged her and we had a brief discussion about cloning Jenny,LOl. Relaxation is the order of the day.Have a great day my friends.
I wasn’t supposed to see it. I wasn’t supposed to be there.
It was our busiest week of the year, and I was behind on everything. It was already 7pm and I hadn’t even looked at the file she left on my desk three hours ago. I texted Chris to tell him I wasn’t gonna make our date. He tried to call me, but I let it go to voicemail. I just didn’t have time to deal with his complaining about him not being a priority in my life. Right now, my only priority was having the budget reports on her desk when she arrived in the morning. And Ava always arrived before 6am.
Fine. But if I had to spend my evening in the damn office, I was definitely gonna do it in a more comfortable spot than my crappy cubicle. I Door-Dashed a western burger, curly fries and milkshake, and setup my Hulu account to stream to the wide-screen tv in Reese’s corner office. Sadly, this was becoming somewhat of a routine for me, but I was on the fast track to a promotion and a huge pay raise. I was willing to give up my personal life for a few more months.
I jumped up and ran over to the window when I heard the woman cry out.
“I’m sorry! I swear! I’m really sorry!”
The woman’s voice was pleading. I quickly realized that the voice was coming from inside. Shit! I quickly muted the television and turned out the office light. I quietly opened the office door and slowly walked down the dark hallway. As I got closer to Ava’s office, I saw the light coming from her private conference room.
“Please, sir. I didn’t mean it. Honest!”
The clapping sounds that came next startled me. It took a moment for my mind to register what was happening. I carefully peeked my head around the corner. The conference room blinds and the door were completely open and I could see straight through the glass windows.
Even though it was now crumpled high above her waist, I recognized the yellow polka dot skirt Ava had been wearing that day. He was sitting on the edge of the large wooden conference table. His suit jacket was neatly hanging over one of the conference room chairs, and the sleeves of his pristinely pressed shirt were rolled up around his elbows. Ava was between his legs laid over his left thigh, his arm across her waist. Her flower painted panties were midway down her thighs. I gasped as he delivered the next two swats on her bared amber bottom.
“I promise it won’t happen again. I promise. Please, sir!”
Shit! Shit! I knew I shouldn’t be watching, but I was frozen. I couldn’t take my eyes away. Despite her pleas, he continued to spank her. He didn’t speak. The more she cried out, the harder and faster the blows. Ava squirmed and twisted underneath his firm hold. Over and over and over, his large, unrelenting hand landed on every inch of Ava’s caramel colored ass. It was now a glowing hue of rose. Shit! I’ve worked here almost 4 years and never heard Ava cry before.
I was mesmerized. Holy shit! Was this really happening? Was I really seeing this happen?
I watched him spank her for at least five minutes before he suddenly stopped. He rested his hand on her reddened buttocks and rubbed each cheek slowly and deliberately. Ava didn’t move. For a moment, it was completely silent. I could actually hear my heart beating. The sound of Ava faintly whimpering broke the silence. Ava moaned as he continued to caress her well disciplined bottom. How I wished I could see the look on her face.
My mind was racing. My body felt like it was on fire. My panties were wet. I backed out of sight and thought about Chris.
"Hands on your head, young lady!"
His stern voice jolted me to attention. For a moment, I thought I had been caught. I peeked around again to see Ava standing in a corner of the room facing the wall, ass bared and bruised, with her hands clasped behind her head.
"When I return, we'll continue with the belt."
Belt? Did he say belt? I almost pinched myself. This had to be a dream.
I could see Ava's head lower, and her legs started to tremble. I suddenly realized that I was shaking too. Shit! He started to walk towards the conference room door. It would take him less than 30 seconds to get to the hallway. There was no way I'd make it back to Reese's office without him seeing me. Oh fuck!
...to be continued
Hi there folks, apologies for the delay. Expect a wheelbarrow video with princess in the near future as a update to prove we are still alive.
Life has been busy, new jobs and business prospects have kept me pretty occupied over the last few months. There's also been the realization of a new addition to the family as me and Princess have a little one on the way.
We both want to be more engaged and active in the community. That includes more videos; and if by some magic, people that contact me live in the apparent no-where land that we do. More friends and videos will appear.
Thank you all for the kind messages and friend requests.
I egot a text from a number I was not familiar with, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" I asked who it was, and she said Juanita. I had not heard from her in about 6 months. She had said something about asking if I like to be paddled, and I blew her off. Today I told her I wanted to talk with her and went and picked her up. I asked her if she was serious about paddling, she said she had never done it but would give it a try. We went to her house, and it took me a while to suck it up and get over being embarrassed. I told her the pain got me high, more or less, and it wasn't sexual. I stripped to a jock strap, and draped myself over a barrel she had in her basement. She used the Lexan paddle, about 20 swats. Wow, she lit me up. Was fun am
nd will do it agaain.