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17 views · 7 hours ago

After almost what seemed like hours, the sound of the front door slamming, and what sounded like three voices, startled the young man out of his sorrowful consideration of his situation. Not being even able to yell, from the gag in his mouth, he nervously waited, hoping that the mailman would NOT come into the room. A moment later, those hopes were dashed, as the door opened in the mirror. Three heads looked in, and the two men, one of whom was a stranger, and a woman with spiky hair, startled him, with what looked like overeager leers at his bottom. They all smiled, and the woman started to laugh. She said to the men. "Let me have him first. I don't want his bottom spoiled for me". The two men left, chuckling to themselves. The woman, dressed in leather that looked real, and dark black, walked into the room, and placed her hand, with long red nails on his bottom.

Smiling, she leaned over to his ear, and said smoothly "Do you know that I do with nice young meat like yours?". Shaking his head, he could only struggle against the bonds. As he watched, she placed her gym bag on the floor, and heard the zipper slide slowly open. As his eyes grew large, he saw a long, black rubber dildo, on a harness, placed on the table. And then, a long whippy tawse came out next. As he watched, she smilingly placed the harness around her hips, and made it fast and tight. Watching her walk around him, the black dildo bobbed menacingly, and she reached into her bag, and brought out a tube of lube. As she watched his arching eyes go wider, she applied the lube all along what looked to be almost a foot of rubber. Now realizing what would happen, he shook violently in his ties, which only made her laugh.

Fetching her tawse, she walked around his face, and rubbed the tip of the dildo in his face, and reached over, and lashed his bottom, right in the middle, with the tawse. As his eyes filled with tears from the pain, his nose felt the hard rubber pressing against his mouth. He kept it closed.

She laughed. "O.K. don't want to make it slick?. Then we'll just get this over with". She walked right behind his bottom, and while leaning forward, pressing the knob up against his bottom, she started whipping his back. As his back screamed from the abuse, he felt the knob sink into the first ring of his bottom, and as he moaned and started to sob, she entered him with half of the dildo. Pressing harder, she forced each inch of that black rubber cock up his virgin ass, and moaned as she realized his ass was untouched. With a full thrust, she rammed it home, making his cheeks split wide open. With the tawse, as she withdrew the dildo on the backstroke, she would whip the tawse up and around his thighs. Reaching with the long leads, to his cock and balls, she started grinding her hips, making each powerful stroke count, and making a cross hatch of stripes on his upturned and thoroughly raped bottom.

As she humped and whipped his bottom, his mind went into a space where he never knew it could. His hips started pushing back against the nasty intrusion. Suddenly, as her moans started keening, he felt a further thrust inside of him, and his cock, started to spurt without his control. She laughed, and reached around and moved her spiked glove hand on his member, squeezing every last drop out. As she withdrew from his bottom, he almost collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Standind behind him now, she raised the tawse, and counting them all out, laid 50 more lashes across his bottom, with the long strands catching his now gaping hole. As his mind went blank, his whole body raged with pain, and slowly, he sank into oblivion. His body was being ravaged, but his mind escaped.

The last thing he heard, consciously, was her voice. "Now you are ready for Big Tom, and Don". Her heard her derisive laughter as she went out the door. His bottom was a shambles, with his hole feeling like a truck had come down a wrong way street. The clock ticking on the wall made him dread another minute, but the door, slightly ajar, stayed in position.

22 views · 7 hours ago

This is a story that i wrote and am now republishing. 50/50 real and fantasy. Hope you enjoy it.

When I opened the mail that afternoon, after returning from my engineer's job, I had no idea what might be instore for me. The unstamped, hand written envelope, said. Photo inside. Do not bend. I opened it. Inside was a photo of me, sunning in the back yard, idly caressing myself, lazily. I tore open the envelope, and a note dropped out. Picking it up gingerly, I read, with rising surprise this missive:

Patrique,

I see you can now be aware, that your back yard antics are captured in my telephoto lens. I have many more of these, and if you want them back, with the negatives, you will be at my house, tomorrow(Friday) night, at 8 pm sharp. We will negotiate a fair arrangement. I don't want money.

Don the Mailman

My mind raced. This was the smarmy guy that lived at the end of the cul de sac, just down the road. And, his upper deck had a good view of our backyard pool. At first, I thought, no biggie. I would go over there, and see what he had to say, and then maybe shove a hundred at him.

The rest of the week raced by. I almost forgot the appointment. But at 8 o'clock sharp, I knocked on his door. It opened promptly, and there was Don boy, in cutoffs. He smiled, handed me a beer, and said "Come On in". We can settle this like men, right?

So, I walked over to his table, and he had some cards spread out. Want to play five hands of poker, winner take all? He asked.

Sure, hiding my smirk, knowing how good I was at poker. We played four hands. Broke even, two and two. On the final hand, he looked at me hard, and said "This is for all the bananas. The photos and negs are yours, IF you win this hand". What I did not know is that when we switched to tequila and beers, is that my tolerance was not that good. So, after a few rounds of bluffing, calls, and raises, the die was cast.

I turned up Kings over tens. Don had a full house.

So, with a weird smile on his lips, he said.."You've been a good sport. Just go in the back room, behind that brown door, and the photos and negs are in an envelope right on my weight bench". I'll be here when you get back.

So, with no regard for anything, and a slight buzz on my head and face, I got up, walked to the back room, and sure enough, there they were. I leaned over, the bench, since the envelope had fallen on the floor on the other site. As I reached for the envelope, I heard a noise behind me.

Half turning, I saw Don smiling right behind me. His strong arms pinned me to the weight bench, as my legs kicked furiously. He just sat on my back, and took my hands, and pinned them behind my back, painfully forcing them up high. He leaned over, and said "Just calm down. You are going to get what you deserve."

My mind raced. What I deserve? What is that supposed to mean. While I was kicking and wriggling, under his weight, I felt his hands wrap a loose rope around my wrists. Quickly my hands were pulled over my head, and tied together to the hook on the wall over the weight bench. Turning quickly, he leaned over, and grabbing each of my ankles in turn, he tied each of them to the leg of the bench.

Stepping up, he looked at me, tied to the bench, and made a few adjustment. Then with my face down to the bench, his hands moved over my bottom. I started to protest, but as soon as my mouth opened, he shoved some of his briefs into my mouth, and tied it off with a rope. I struggled, but the ropes held me tight.

He leaned over to my ear. Patrique, today is the day you pay for your sins. I am going to whip your ass, and have you for my boy tonight. So, you might as well relax.

As I struggled with the ropes, I heard a laugh behind me. Don pushed his hand up under my waist, and with a quick twist(did not know mail men could be that strong) unsnapped my tennis shorts, unizipped them, and pulled and tugged on them, until they were spread wide between my thighs. "Tch..tch. Can't have these in the way, now can we?" I watched in the workout mirror on the wall, in rising horror, as Don pulled a long knife from the drawer, and proceeded to cut the tennis shorts off of me. I watched as the 60 dollar shorts, were shredded and piled loose on the floor. Don smiled, and with the knife edge along my thighs, did the same thing with my briefs, and held them up on the knifepoint, for me to see.

I could feel the cool air on my now naked bottom, and my wriggling and struggles only intensified. Don would have none of that. Stepping close to my legs, he aimed his large hand at my bottom, and applied 25 strokes on each cheek, with the intenstity only getting higher with each stroke. My bottom exploded in pain and heat, and he picked up his digital camera, and took five shots of my now reddened bottom. My breathing was becoming ragged, from the exertion of trying to get free.

Don smiled. "Patrique, You may be more than I can handle on my own". With that, he took out a paddle from the drawer, raised it high, and with a solemn cadence, applied 30 more strokes right across the tender underside of my cheeks. My eyes teared up from the pain. He just laughed.

"I will be going out for some 'supplies' for a little while. While I am gone, I have a surprise for you". As I watched him in the mirror, I saw a cabinet open, and inside where canes, tawses, leather straps, and a pickle jar, which looked completely out of place. Leaving the door open just enough so I could see all the tools, he picked up the pickle jar, opened the lid, and extracted some sort of root.

Stepping up to my lets, he pushed my cheeks apart, and with only the oil from the root, pressed it firmly into my bottom. As it pushed deeply into me, I felt a sudden warmth, then a searing heat.

Don laughed. "That is my special root, from the ginger tree". "It has been steeping in a special oil of horse liniment". So, when I return, your bottom ought to be nice and tender and ready. Patting me on my cheeks, he turned, and closed the door.

As soon as I heard the door close, I started to do two things. First, to try to push that root out of my bottom. No matter how I tried, the shape seemed to keep it plugged deep inside, where the intensity of the burn was only becoming moreso. As each minute went by, the burn inside my bottom, was matched by the burn on my cheeks. My situation seemed hopeless. I waited, breathing raggedly through the gag in my mouth.

48 views · 7 hours ago

I don’t wear pink clothes. As a short, slight, totally unstriking woman I’d better not if I want to be taken at all seriously in the world. It’s hard enough already not to look like a little girl without that.

Maybe it’s sour grapes, but I don’t think pink suits me either. Pink clothes on a little pink woman is just too wishy-washy matchy-matchy for my taste.

Not even much into pink flowers, come to that,

But there is one pink I am happy to wear. That’s the pink of a set of stripes from a good caning or switching. Delightful, that’s what that pink is.

When I first get to look at the results of a good switching, the tramlines are crimson standing out in relief against a hot pink background. Now that’s an excellent colour scheme if ever there was.

The next day the hot pink is gone, alas. But the tramlines are still there, just mellowed to a charming deep rose.

In due course that too fades to little more than a blush (unfortunately to be succeeded by the greens and yellows of healing bruises, but the less said about that the better).

And eventually the site is back to where we started, boring and unadorned - and it’s time to redecorate.

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35 views · 9 hours ago

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47 views · 12 hours ago

Have been to my summer place in the Woods in the middle of Sweden, it was super nice! Sunny Days, fishing, picking bluebearries and mushrooms, big fires going day and night....it was nice! :-)

One night I went for a swim alone. I left the house, walked through the forest for like 5 min, thee choosed a random spot by the lake it was moon light. I was alone, i got naked and went into the water, it was a little Cold but i felt good, cleaning and cooling me down...the i swam back and got up...the my clothing and my bathrobe was gone....complete silence, no one there but me....very strange. I went home, naked through the forest, happy that they had not nicked my new shoes, training shoes, real nice....made Coffey and put on other clothing, told my friends and family but nobody knew anything about it.
Any way, 2 days later at the one and only foodshop in this area, by the fruits, a lady walks up to me and wispers "I have your clothing, only bad boys swim naked, look me up if you want your clothing back!"

*Speachless*

When i got to the check out,´i just did see her leaving the store....but when i got to my car there was a note under one of the windowcleaners with a phone number written on it....I have not called so far....

108 views · 12 hours ago

I am no longer seekin "Daddy"... ive just reached that I don't give a fuck part of me n I don't care anymore... if I need discipline/punishment ill deal with it myself like I always have n no I don't mean self spankin... ive always known the only person I can really depend on is me ..anyways... thx for the offers

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119 views · 14 hours ago

my life is totally fuckin fallin apart....that family issue had me up all night n out n about ridin around........got home this am to find my poor cat Toby isn't doin very well so called the emergency number for the vet n of course they want to see him.. I have no $ n my partner refuses to spend another cent on him.....I called the vet back n asked if they would pls accept payments but they wont....me bein out all night n havin no sleep n the stress of the issue n the cat too has me ready to either rip someones head off or just crawl under a rock n die........ not sure which would make me feel better...n of course "he" isn't makin anything easy...I just dunno anymore...*whispers*..... I really could use my Daddy right now.................

50 views · 14 hours ago

I was told that I could go out on Saturday night as long as I was home NO LATER than midnight.

Me, being the wild child I am, had some drinks and got caught up playing pool.

I came home at 3 and texted to let him know I was in safely...he was not pleased.

I had to spend all of Saturday in my room and listen to a lecture that both made me want to cry and cover my head with my mattress.

Long story short...I'm grounded and won't be back on here until this weekend.

Hugs and spanks

I'll be thinking about y'all while I do nothing Internet or friend related. :(

34 views · 16 hours ago

I want you to have the best chance of your dreams comming true. Nothing more or less yes i pass people by when no cation is listed

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59 views · 18 hours ago

Hello, My Love!

My tuning fork is lightly humming. This tells me you still need that final sign of closure and a loving and gentle nudge to cross that street. I know that sign will be when our profiles finally disappear and these words of encouragement to follow are to be your loving nudge. Please, do not allow any negative emotions to cause you to second-guess what Father has shown us to be good and right. No, My Love. It is all in His good time.

As you step from that curb, you may feel alone, but nothing could be further from the truth. You are taking a part of me with you. It is yours to keep. I am keeping a part of you as well. Even better than this, as your fingers slip from mine you will feel Father take hold even stronger than before. He always had your other hand while we were together, and long before. But I don't need to tell you that.

However, before that moment when we loosen our grip and ask Father to take over, allow me to reminisce with you a bit first. Three years, two months and nine days ago on the fifteenth day of May in the two thousand and thirteenth year of our Lord I found you hiding in the shadows of that masquerade ball and I was struck by you! I admit to my awareness of you being out of the league of this pauper. You, the humble Principessa Testadura, and I, merely the son of a field worker, Sir Mann.

Who was I to approach you? I knew somehow that I may only have one very small window of opportunity to impress upon you my potential so I snuck away from the party and found my way to the library where I did some research on who this elegant creature was that I was boldly about to approach. Just learning that you were from the Kingdom of the Golden Gate, and I from The Burgh of Pitt deep in Penn's Woods warned me of the potential language barrier. Digging further only to discover that your title was a mixture of both Spanish and Italian descent only served to intrigue me more.

Now for my approach... Extending my hand in invitation toward the floor you surprise me as if you had been waiting on me. Me! I attempt to slowly guide you into our first dance but in your excitement you accidentally step upon my toe. In an effort to get us in step with one another you panic and try to run from me. I knew at that moment that you were a very delicate flower and by following you from the floor to assist you in regaining your footing you learned that you finally found the one you had asked Father to kindly and carefully place in your life and a great love was born.

In the days and weeks to follow I learned that you lived like a bird in a guilded cage, locked away in a formidable tower, high above the people. You were fiercely protected by your strong King and a valient Knight who served and protected you by day, but I noticed you were alone and scared during the dark hours. So, I set up camp at the woodline across from your window and I built a roaring fire to light up your dark in an effort to bring safety and comfort to your night.

We did not think of it, but in our thirst for one another we allowed that fire to burn into the morning hours and the smoke was seen throughout the kingdom! The King and Knight had no knowledge of my honor and so in their effort to keep you safe during the day they added chains to your door. How were they to know the demons you battled in the hours while they slept or how I was sent to serve while during their much needed and well earned rest?

This early conflict revealed something very important to you that you tried to share with me, but I was not yet ready to hear. It would be some time until the thundering within my heart would allow me to hear what it was you were trying to gently tell me; Although you found not only great comfort in me but a love like that which you never knew, Father was beckoning you to trust and lean more in Him for support and less on Mann. I think it was a call neither of us wanted to hear.

From the very start you seemed to be the yin to my yang, or I the yang to your yin. We always complimented one another so perfectly, as if by Divine design. Where I was weak you were strong and where you were weak I was strong. In your struggle to submit to Father's will, you tried to comfort me by helping me to see that we both will always be able to look up and see the same wondrous moon!

It was this comforting feeling you had gifted me with that inspired me to look a little deeper into the part of the moon cycle that we share. Here is what I learned...

Tonight, on Sunday Evening, July 24th, our moon sets on my part of the world as it rises in yours! In fact, we will have a nine hour and fifty two minute window in time where we will be looking at our moon at the very same time. As it rises over your Eastern horizon at 11:29PM, and through the moment at 9:22 am the following morning we will both look upon it at the same time.

Now, it will come up earlier for me, and it will set later for you, but that is our window. Not only that, but I did some further calculations and found that at exactly 3:30AM (your time) our moon will be in the same exact position in your Eastern sky as it will be in my Western sky at 6:30AM (my time). You know that I support and encourage you allowing your body to rest at night, but this one time I would like us to kneel beneath that same moon and join one another in prayer at that very moment for us to find the strength and the peace to join in faith and obey Father by giving your core peace and quiet to finally heal after all there years. Yes, we can be certain that whatever Father has in store next is good and far better than we could dream up on our own. So, it is in His will we join together in prayer for, and not that of our own. Yes, My Love?

For a moment it may feel like we are leaping in different and opposite directions. On the contrary, we are merely taking a leap of faith, together, and in doing so we are actually forming the ultimate image of love. It is a love that is faithful, not fearful. We will no longer be leaning on an earthly crutch, but Heavenly wings.

No matter where our journeys may take us, our hearts will always have our love for one another written all over them. I am certain that we will recognize one another in a sea of souls once again, just as we have here. Our love for one another is permanently tattooed on our souls, we can not hide it.

However, before that moment we join in prayer let us have one final dance within our hearts. For this, I did some more calculations; If we were to drive to one another and meet for that final dance there are 2,650 miles between us and it would take 38 hours. Even if we headed toward one another and split the difference it would still be 1,325 miles and 19 hours each! However, if we use the wings of our hearts there are only 2,232 miles between us and we can get there in two shakes of a lamb's tail!

Annnnd, if we meet half way we can cut that down to one shake. That's hardly no time at all! This put us smack dab in the middle of Ness City, Kansas at the intersection of US 283 and KS State Route 96. But, who wants to dance there? So, I selected a quiet spot, under a big tree, next to a creek, just West of town where KS 96 crosses over the North Fork of Walnut Creek.

After that blessed dance, we will part company and fly to our own private place and bare our soul to Father and join in that sacred prayer for His will to be done.

As the fingertips of your right hand slip gently from mine, and you feel Father take stronger hold of your left, there is something I wish to tell you one more time in this world...

You are the greatest gift this world held for me. Ever since I found you, I have contentment, my search has ceased. Thank you for all you have brought to my life. Thank you for your bravery and for being My Cora! You truly fought the good fight and I am proud of you, but it is time to rest. Be happy in the knowledge that no one has ever loved me the way only you could, the way only you were designed to. I will forever be a better man because of you. I Love You, Sugar Pop!

Oh, and thank you for the last one thousand, one hundred and sixty six days! I can't wait to see what the rest of eternity looks like now that I've found you! I may have been the moon to light up your night, but you are the sunshine that lights my entire world!

71 views · 23 hours ago

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102 views · 1 days ago
SMH

That’s all I needed!!!!.I just got home to find four Officers in my house looking for something, acting like lunatics!!!!! Even in my cabinets, fridge and freezer. They checked under the air-conditioner and inside my bed mattress tearing it apart!! When I asked if they had a search warrant and what they were looking for they answered completely hysterically "Where did you hide it???? We know it's here somewhere!!!!" At least 1000 possibilities went through my mind…..but I thought I would let them search for whatever they were looking for. Let's see if and what they will find!
Approximately an hour later I watched one of the Police Officers look at his phone and then he shouted "Stop it! We are in the wrong house!!!!! Pokémon is 3 doors down!

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56 views · 1 days ago

Psst, hey you!
Yeah, you!


Mann is composing as you read.
I'll take flight as soon as he's finished.

UPDATE:

My Love,

Please get your rest. I am having so much fun creating this for you that I'm afraid I will be at it all night. So, please get some rest. It will be waiting for you when you awaken. It was always designed to be ready for Sunday from the start anyway. I love you, Darling.

Goodnight,

Your Mann

101 views · 1 days ago

party went well tonight.. a lot of people there I didn't know... had maybe just a lil too much to drink but I had drinks bein bought for me n didn't wanna seem rude ( HAHAHA me rude?)... anyways.. back home again n my kitty is snuggled into my lap .. ill sure be glad when hes back to his old self again....

155 views · 1 days ago

where I very much am that "lil girl" at times.. I by no means will resort to "googoo gaga shitty pamper" stage lmao

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63 views · 1 days ago

In Loco Parentis: Anno Domini 1974
~ er ~
Gopher Prairie High Skool: A Pain in th' Hind End!

Brad's woman's Jill, who you an' I
knowed well at Gopher Prairie High.
Brad, too, sure knew them thick brick walls,
them musty rooms an' dusty halls.
'Twas Spring. We'd all be Grads right soon.
Them two got hitched th' end o' June.
Brad snuck t' skool late twice that May,
but jist got warnins, so they say.
Then, come one warm morn, this ain't cool,
Brad trebly broke th' "Tardy Rule."
So, Mister Perkins sealed his fate:
"Report right now 'bout bein' late,
cuz third time missin' Last Bell means
ya git three swats 'cross seat o' jeans."
Back in them days o' Rubiks Cubes,
skools' rules wuz writ by prairie rubes.
So,oft, fer Late Arrivals here,
sharecroppers' kids sure feared seared rears!
(This-here rural county's "Otter Tail"
but shoulda been named "Hotter Tail.")
He'd been eighteen a month that day.
So, Quite-Grown-Up, made bold t' say:
"Whoa, swats? Gee, I ain't takin' none.
Detention's fair fer wut I done."
Nope! Mister Perkins shot back: "Why?
Th' Student Handbook rules apply."
Then, Ol' Man Perkins huffed an' yelled:
"SON, TAKE YER SWATS ER YER EXPELLED!"
Dreadin' Mister Perkin's paddle,
Brad sure wanted t' skedaddle
but knowed gettin' kicked out meant
his mom might dish worse punishment:
drear extra chores, like sweep th' shed.
Then, Zoinks! No supper, straight t' bed!
Brad wished he'd showed on time that day,
but tensed an' shrugged an' sighed, "Okay."
Brad's homeroom teacher wuz buzzed in
t' witness him atone fer sin:
Fine lookin', thirty, lush brown mane.
She went, "Rule breakin' earns ya pain."
Brad bent an' grabbed both ankles there,
an' poked cute fanny in midair.
A young 'un whose done got swats knows
he clenched them ten pink pudgy toes,
an' had to spread legs wide apart
an' hear th' poundin' o' his heart.
He prob'ly wore a flummoxed frown:
he seen th' room flipped upside down.
(Lord knows, Brad got swats more'n once.
It always made him feel th' dunce.)
Stout hardwood paddle arched way back.
It whistled down quick: WHACK! SMACK! CRACK!
There wuz six holes drilled through an', well,
that roasts rumps raw like Flames o' Hell.
Yup, Brad learnt them ain't soft "Love Taps."
They're scorchin', scaldin', scourgin' slaps.
Yeah, rich brats smirk, "It's kinda funny."
Naw, that's 'sposed t' sting ya, Honey!
He fought back 'gainst a salty tear,
stood up an' rubbed hot throbbin' rear.
Ya see wut discipline's about
in big wet eyes an' pissed off pout.
Then Brad got sent right straight t' Math,
pride pangin' from ol' Perkin's wrath.
Worn schoolbook grasped in calloused hand,
I reckon Brad preferred t' stand,
yet eased down 'pon that hard desk seat.
Darn paddle stoked fierce glowin' heat.
Then, all day long, it twanged t' set
right on th' spot th' "Spank Plank" met.
Thumped rump sizzled like 'twas deep fried.
Tho' Brad winced an' rued smacked backside,
Redneck kids ain't ones t' fuss
'bout sore Gluteus Maximus!
Come noon, they served chipped beef on toast.
Brad wryly quipped he'd got "Rump Roast."
A tad bemused, Jill winked: "Gosh darn!
When ya'll git home, sneak t' th' barn.
I'll meet ya after chores t'nite,
once supper's done, an' make this right."
'bout six, their bare feet padded soft
out back an' climbed up t' th' loft.
Jill squirted cool cream on her palm
an' smeared Brad's stunned buns with its balm.
Sweet plumply Jill wuz nonchalant:
she weren't no high-nosed debutante.
Jilly, soon Brad's blushin' June bride,
fondly rubbed his blushin' backside.
Kids like us wuz Hoi Polloi.
Snobs called ya' "white trash," girl er boy.
So? Bein' poor don't mean yer crass.
Young Love don't care 'bout social class!
Now, smacks done bruised Brad's teen boy hide.
But, wut hurt worse? 'Twas teen boy pride.
Brad seen he'd jist himself t' blame.
Jill's soft hand gently soothed his shame.
Brad grinned. His tingly, tender kiss
made Jill one wiggly, giggly miss
stretched out on fragrant, sun warmed hay.
Wut went down next? Gosh, may I say?
Cuz Jill knowed when t' spread her legs
an' not risk fertilizin' eggs,
a sweaty, squirmy, scrumptious hump
made Brad fergit his welted rump!
Raw pleasure, first found in th' shed,
still makes 'em grunt an' squeal in bed.
Folks lust fer fleshly fun, be sure.
Shucks, that's one *thang* ya git hitched fer!

136 views · 1 days ago

well I have been up since 5, got the house cleaned up, made a double batch of "crack" for my step daughters bday party later today... got her gifts wrapped, the soda on ice n later have to make the baked beans but still time for that.. the party isn't until 5.... tension is thick again here today so I'm really lookin forward to getting out with the family later on...

Toby is doin better but still not back to normal..he has been eatin on his own since we brought him home n hes peein pretty good too but hes still not showin any interest in water so I have to give that to him with a shringe n its hard to tell if hes poopin yet cause he wont use the separate litter box we set up just for him , he goes back to the two old ones ...he is still sleepin a lot n I snuggle him as much as possible n his lil motor purrs away non stop.. I can tell hes put on some weight already too but my lil guy isn't all fixed up just yet...

well that's bout it for now I guess...have a happy Saturday everyone... :)

142 views · 2 days ago

[b]To all those who have waited for a year or more I've lost track, do not despair. As of last night, I took and uploaded a new video. It should be posted in the next day or so. I apologize for my delay and I appreciate all of you who came by and checked on me over the last few years. I am happy and healthy and preparing to do a few more in the near future. For my Daddy it was his first video. Bare with me while we work out the kinks. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for following me.[b]

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124 views · 2 days ago

Hi To Everyone.

For reasons unexplainable,and beyond my contol. It seems that every private message I send is being delivered multiple times.
Sorry for filling your inboxes with same message.
Please delete the surplus,thus allowing just the one continous thread.

Thanks for your Patience.
Hope the promblem is resolved soon.

SRC

205 views · 2 days ago

I am getting so discourage about finding a daddy to mentor me. I've had a couple agree to teach this naughty baby girl to be a good baby girl but they all are really just interested in sex. I'm not interested in the sexual part. Well maybe if there was a little romance . I have also come to the conclusion that most men think and fantasize about sex 24/7

I live in a small community and I either get the men in their late 20's 30's. I'm 64 and I have boys that age. I guess I just can't get past that age difference.

I was spoiled with my hubby of 22 years. He died 10 years ago and I truly miss the lifestyle of D/s . My hubby was loving and caring but also strict, knew how to bring a crimson color to my poor deserving bottom..

I know he would want me to find someone to keep me in line but so far no luck.

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