today I had work as usual... daves been gone since Sunday..he came home today as I was in the middle of makin cookies for the Halloween party we r havin for the kids this Sat.... I dyed the cookie dough blue, red, purple n yellow n when they came out the oven I pressed 6 candy eyes into the cookie.. they came out pretty neat.. originally id of waited til Sat morning or Fri night to do my bakin but I have 3 of my grandsons over Fri until Sat n I know Id not have time with them here... we got snow today.......our first this year... I hated to see it come but luckily its stopped for now... I'm sittin here struggling to keep my eyes open...I have some thoughts about a email Poppy sent me today...I hope everyones had a good week with lots of spanks n spankings... :)
All right, I gave it a thought, and decided that I will upload spanking photos here on this site. From anime to even 3D. I have a friend that works on those with me and I talked to him about it, and he agreed that they should be on this site. So we'll browse through his work and my work to see which one will be uploaded on this site. Please look forward to it. No real life unfortunately because real life would look like...real life.
Yesterday I was in my car stuck in the mother of all traffic jams listening to a local radio station when a song was played that instantly brought back so many memories. The song was by a band called 'Erasure' and titled 'Give a little Respect',in a moment my mind was filled with memories of the year 1988,the year I entered the convent. I was twenty years old when I left university with a BA in History and Mathematics. However during my final year at university I had been visiting a convent and going on retreats and sampling formation with the intention of becoming a nun. A week after my graduation I stood outside the convent gates with my parents,both of whom were very upset. I remember my Dad looking at me with tears in his eyes and asking was this what I really wanted? My Mum kept quiet,a treat she displayed when angry. I remember kissing them both and walking up the long driveway to the convent door;I was expected. I had an idea what to expect,the discipline,silence,obedience and prayer. I had spent weekends at the convent sampling life but nothing prepared me for that first night in my room,I cried myself to sleep,I cried so much that I couldn't cry anymore. I thought about my parents and brothers and sister,they were not happy with my decision;it would take my two brothers and one sister quite awhile to get use to what I had done and come and visit me.
The following day I sat at the side of my bed in my small room and looked out of the window onto the street below. There was a car parked I remember and I opened my window just to get some air. Music was coming from the car,the song was 'Give a Little Respect' by 'Erasure'. My friend from university Amy, came to visit me but was not allowed to see me. She wrote a letter instead which I got three weeks later from the Mother of Novices,it was still sealed,but I was reminded that during formation I should concentrate on the life I was called to,not the one I had. I secretly wrote back to Amy,who had pleaded with me to leave the convent and go travelling with her,in my letter I told her that this was where I belonged. I got the convent gardener to post it for me,he was a kind man.
After a few weeks I was sent to another convent in the east of the country where my formation properly began. It would be sometime before I was put into a classroom but I did have the time to study for a MPhil in Irish History. I did become use to the life,one can get use to anything I guess. I was moved to three different convents during my formation,one convent was in the UK. From the time I entered the convent it was about two months before I saw my parents again. My Mum passed away first and five years later my Dad passed away,I have always felt a certain guilt because I choose a lifestyle that made them sad and it took me eighteen years to decide that it was time to move on and leave the convent life. Anyway strange how a song can trigger a memory.
Sitting in the living room, playing games on my ipad and carching up on the tube, i was listening to master getting ready for work.
He went back upstairs and i heard a noise, a noise i dont like to hear anymore.
A drawer sliding open above me in our bedroom. A drawer that contains all our toys.
What had i done ? Why is he not using the normal Little Devil paddle, thats kept under my cushion on the settee.
He came down holding the firmidable Giant Devil. The long wooden paddle with many holes.
Why are you using that ? i asked.
Did you forget something last night ? No blowjob, no asking permission not to do it ? You know the rules, you only reread them on Monday, yet you went to bed without doing it. Get into position. Master ordered.
I knew i was in for a bad spanking, and i was not wrong.
40 terribly hard swats, hitting my sitspot, back of legs, and each cheek til it felt numb then wallop the pain hits again.
It took me a few moments to stand up once done, dying to rub my bottom.
Thank you my morning spanking Master and im sorry i forgot your blowjob, i wont forget again. I said.
And headed for my hard stool for 20 minutes contemplation time.
Later on, Master messaged me, saying thank you for the morning selfies, one of my rules for the day.
Then he said, now go and push deep heat up your bottom, and insert the large punishment plug, wear that until lunchtime. Masterbate and video it, so i can see your plug in place. Wear knickers all day, but when you go to the toilet you are not allowed to push your knickers down. Wee through your pants all day. Until bedtime. You are my slave so continue to do as you are told.
Of course i have done as i am told, the deep heat burned immediately and the plug hurt so much pushing it in, so with my very bruised cheeks, burning asshole and enormous plug shoved up, sitting is rather uncomfortable now. Im just waiting for that first wee through my knickers to make the day even better. :(
I've typed this 4 times and lost it every time so here goes: My 40th class reunion was this passed weekend. April, a girl I haven't seen since high school chatted with me and the conversation included her saying she thought she probably needed a good spanking. I never suspected her to be a spanko and certainly didn't spank her in school. We never even dated. But she was in a green gown, white heels and no nose, and still insisted on changing before she met me in my room. When she arrived, she was wearing a Clash T-shirt, short shorts over purple tights and those ugly green boots my stepdaughter loves to wear. She had the same red hair i remembered, reminded me of the actress on Will & Grace. I won't go into my usual detail, but she was clear she wanted marks and a spanking that would keep her up all night. After using my hand and her hairbrush to tear her sit spots up, it took some work to find some switches, but we managed to find some that worked outside the hotel. Once she was out of those shorts and tights were lowered, I switched her butt and tops of her thighs until nothing was left of the switches but a mess on the carpet. She bounced from bed to bed to chair, talking non stop about ow long it had been and how she had always wanted to be spanked like that even in school. I asked if her husband wouldn't spank her and she was evasive. She said most guys don't, or give her a swat or two before they try to run a hand down her pants. I had told her that wasn't my style before we even left the ballroom. She gave me a long hug goodbye but then asked me t take a pic of the damage with her phone. I did my best and as she looked over her shoulder, she saw herself in the long mirror on the door. I'll never forget what she said .."Dayam! You striped them legs proper dintya?!" I told her I thought she'd probably sleep on her stomach tonight. She said she expected to have marks for days and was clearly pleased about it. So, I'm still on sabbatical,but one nostalgic night with an old friend was a nice way to celebrate 40 years of escape from high school. I didn't see her the next morning and must have been brain dead...didn't ask for her room number or phone. Probably just as well.
That depends. Hmm.... making suggestions -can- be topping from the bottom.... or perhaps in this case it might be bottoming from the top, lol. I think in this case it was not topping from the bottom, which I generally consider poor form. There are exceptions. For instance, occasionally when bratting is kind of a fun game for both people, a kind of game of bluffs and challenges when the circumstance is meant to be a fun kind of playing around with a resulting stinging bottom as part of the bargain.
In the circumstance of my recent weekend spankings, surprisingly, I wasn't bratting....but exploring new things with an old friend. I think it's particularly a GOOD idea, for the sub to make suggestions when it's an appropriate point to discuss such things.... in fact when I have been the 'Top' as it were, I found it irritating when the sub couldn't express enough intelligence to participate on that level.
A meek and humble servant is a fine thing, but give me one that is intelligent enough to think on their own and I will be a far happier Mistress.
And what might surprise you more, is that said friend who was spanking the ever living hell out of my poor backside, had not ever actually spanked anyone otk before. Mind you, here's a guy that had already given me a hell of a spanking on several occasions.... and it required my 'suggestion' (read articulated consent) for him to feel comfortable violating my modesty ( grin ) to pull up my skirt , and also he wasn't quite aware of just how easy it is to pin someone with your legs while you are spanking them to get them to stay relatively still.
This is what happens when the dominant person is also your protege, lol. My suggestions seemed to do more to amplify his ability and comfort level with being in a dominant position. Very, very quickly, to the point where I was actually squirming around and quite sure that I was after all getting a -real- spanking.
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Just looking to met people in Michigan and have some fun. Im a male age 26 looking for a female or male that would like to spank me vis vera depending on what your into. Im pretty open on the type of spanking or tools used during. I would be open to sex or oral before or after the spanking IF the person was up for that if not we can just keep it casual and spank. Send me a private message if interested and I can also prove who I am through messages. Yes I know about fetlife but figured I put a blog here as well.
The colleges here are on mid term at the moment so I have a lovely week off. Jen had no business in the city yesterday so we stayed at home and tended to the garden and swept the leaves from my driveway. I was in the kitchen when the house phone started to ring,Jen was in the garden. I answered the phone and immediately got a fright,on the phone was Jenny's Mum,she sounded very frightened and worried. She told me that her husband,Jenny's Dad, had left their house to walk to the village to buy scones and had not returned,he had left two hours ago. I banged at the kitchen window to get Jen's attention and she came inside. I handed the phone to her and got my car keys. Jen called her Mum back on her mobile. We decided to search the area. From Jenny's parents house there is two ways her Dad could walk into the village,the first way,and shortest way,is past my house,the other way is the main road. I got into my car and Jen into hers. I searched the road past my house while Jen searched the main road. On the way I came across one of our neighbours and told him what was happening, he went directly to be with Jen's Mum and begin a search of the farm. Jen was very worried. It is a very rural area and anything can happen,especially worrying was that Jen's Dad had a heart attack three years ago and we were afraid something like that had happened again while he was walking. I drove into the village and went into the local shop,the lady in there informed me the Jen's Dad had not been in. I came outside the shop and met the owner of our local pub,I told him what was happening and he immediately called some other men and they headed towards the farm to search. Jen arrived in the village and we decided to retrace our steps. Jen informed the local garda sergeant,but being a rural station there was only him and one other garda on duty. The sergeant got in the squad car and headed for the farm to talk with Jen's Mum. Jen and I split up and drove back along the roads,heading for her parents farm.We were all very worried. Her Dad does have a mobile phone but repeated attempts to call the phone was useless,it just kept ringing.
As I drove alone the road leading to my house I kept looking in the bushes at the side of the road,fearing the worst. Suddenly my phone rang,it was my niece's boyfriend,I had forgotten all about him restoring his tractor in my barn. He asked where was I and before I could answer asked why the house was locked,that 'they' wanted to make coffee. I assumed the 'they' meant my niece and him. My niece had gone to work at the health studio where she teaches swimming. I asked had my niece come home and he replied 'not yet'. Before I could say anything more,he said that Jen's Dad needed to use the toilet too. My heart missed a beat I had driven past my house,so I turned the car around. Told him to tell Jen's Dad to cross his legs and that I needed to hang up but would be home soon. I rang Jen. Jen hit the roof and said that there was twenty five people now searching the farm land and surrounding area. The garda sergeant had called for back up from a neighbouring village,her Mum couldn't stop crying and she had rang her sister in another county and she was very worried too. I drove up the driveway to my house to see my niece's boyfriend and Jen's Dad sitting outside my house on the old bench chatting and taking in the Autumn sunshine. I told them what had happened. Now it was the turn of Jen's Dad to look worried.
A few minutes later Jen drove up the driveway at speed with her Mum in the car,they were followed by the garda sergeant in his squad car,I immediately wondered had I hidden my poitin(similar to moonshine,only nicer taste,LOL). Jen's Mum got out of the car and between Jen and her Mum poor Jenny's Dad suffered the most horrible ear bashing you have ever heard. The sergeant called off the back up and the searchers at the farm texted me and told me that all drinks were on Jen's Dad in the pub that evening.
What had happened? Well Jen's Dad did leave the house with the intention of going to the village to buy scones,but had evidently come onto my property and went to the barn knowing my niece's boyfriend was working on the tractor. His phone was in his jacket and with the noise those two were making he never heard it. Jen checked his phone and discovered the ringtone had been put on silent. Jen drove her parents home. My niece's boyfriend lost his helper and I went into the garden and sat down with a nice cup of tea . When Jen returned I asked her was everything okay? She told me her Mum has refused to make her Dad's dinner and threw a tea towel at him,she left them to it and would check back later on to see that her Mum hadn't kill her Dad. Jen and I cuddled in the beautiful Autumn sunshine and enjoyed our tea. Panic over!
I put the add about outside play. And got this letter:
Role play "Indians and their slaves"
We have bondage gear that we have developed over time by trial and error. Ropes tighten and cut off circulation so we use modified leather belts or cloth belts. They do not tighten and do not leave any marks or rope burns. We have a number of "toys" that we use along with what nature provides. A broken stick pulled gently over the skin is very effective, as well as a thin wood stick for a switch. A leather boot lace tied to a stick makes a nice whip. Two small stones work well for pinching the skin of the cock and balls, and a sharpened stick is great for light jabbing. A piece of metal warmed in a fire only until it is uncomfortably warm makes a "branding iron. For this and other things involving heat we control it by checking it on ourselves first to make sure it is not too hot and causes a burn. Safety first always!!! Tied spread eagle between two trees and slowly raising a bowl of hot water, (Again uncomfortably warm and not hot enough to cause harm.) up under the cock and balls makes any man captive struggle to save his tender flesh even before it touches him. Always a fun one to perform and watch the result. With the hands tied to a tree limb over the head the captive will always try to pull away trying to save himself. It is hopeless but it is what the body naturally does when it sees it is about to be tortured. Then it will instantly start twisting, dancing, and kicking the legs in response to the pain even though it is harmless. All of these were used by the Indians on captives and can be easily controlled. Unlike when the Indians were torturing their captives, we are in it just for the fun and excitement of it, and to learn just a tiny bit of what it was like to be both the Indians who enjoyed performing the tortures, and the captives who died some of the most horrible slow and painful deaths that I can imagine. Most of their methods we can only talk about, which is by itself a turn-on, especially around the fire before we start the nights amusement. (For instance; A young white woman slave tried to escape from the Indians in West PA and was caught a few miles away. She was brought back to the town and stripped naked then tied spread eagle between trees and burnt with smoldering sticks all over her body. Then she was skinned alive by being burned with fire a little at a time and the blistered skin scraped off with sharp flint. When this was finished she was still alive and conscious but certainly dying. To finish her torture she was tied spread eagle to a frame of poles and roasted to death over a bed of coals. The witness that recorded this said the warriors tortured her for over ten hours. Many more men were tortured by the Indians than women, but when the opportunity arose the warriors did not pass up a chance to rape and torture a woman just to watch her naked body fighting in fear, writhing in pain, and listening to her screams.) For torture we have staked each other out on the ground, between two trees, and with our hands over our head. There are methods we want to try such as being tortured at the stake but you need at least two "Indians" and a "captive" to make it work right. S/M play is fun as you know.'
Really like this idea and like to do movie about this play!
Everyone thinks you sleep so peacefully.
To those around you seem so carefree.
Living life and play the so called game.
On and on, day by day it's always the same.
Pressure mounts, they think you handle it well.
No one knows, no one can tell.
Late at night when you close those eyes.
Like a coma paralysed, nothing but anguished cries.
Powerless as the storm builds and continues to rage.
You can read and read, yet cannot turn the page.
Another dream turns to nightmare, still helpless to stop it all.
Monsters come out from the bed, demons from the wall.
As foreign as it is, the nightmare slowly replaces your life.
Peace, love and happiness all but forgotten in the strife.
Your opponent strengthens, no longer restricted to those hours of rest.
From your mind it spreads like a sick fog, headed for your beating chest.
Slowly you awaken, cold and damp in a world filled with despair.
Transported to their realm, no one said demons fight fair.
The struggles in ones life, they say you can't outrun the past.
Things happen, but yet not happening too fast.
Stop to take a moment and realize all you have.
Let the tears you shed over my lap be your healing salve.
Together we will fight these demons one swat at a time.
I'll be yours and you'll be mine, life will be sublime.
I'm so happy...can't you see?
Big silly smile on my face...
Jumping up and down...
OMG...yep that's me!!
Joining this site...what a ride it's been
Meeting people here...well not literally
Spankers and Spankees and Switches too
All so sweet and fun...it's true!!
Some I met are Doms or Daddy Doms...
Others just spank...and of course...
Disciplinarians...those are my favorite
And what I need...True Discipline or Niko
Writing lots of poems...happy and sad
Very emotional is what I am...
Depending on the day and who I engage
Is how I write my poems...seriously!!
Today I'm happy...buzzing like a bee
So I want to write happily!!
CARS, A Spanking Not, A Spanking...Yes
Happy and sexy and fun attempts!!
Mostly my poems are dark, deep and gloom
Sadly...depressing...seems to rule!!
Thank you everyone for putting up with me
Reading the poems I create...
Letter to word to sentence to paragraph
That's how my stories are made...
Ain't that a Miracle...he he he!!
People who comment...make me smile
Knowing my poems touched them inside
So this is me feeling happy...so happy
Happy Happy Happy...yes indeed!!
After 13 days trying to replace an alternator without pulling the axel, 2 badly smashed fingers n lots of skinned hands i had to pull it anyway.I had very little time with my Babygirl n being cranky, I finally got it replaced. I started the car and the light came back on.I wanted to scream and my Baby was busy with family, so no one to vent with. Today after talking with Babygirl,I crawled under car again and found bad connection. Car is fixed, and Babygirl sent me a video just to say she was thinking of me.Today is truly a great day.
It seems impossible to find a female Spanking partner who doesn't want a relationship. Im not single, I have a girlfriend who play spanks me and always leads to sex. I do feel like I'm in need of a NON SEXUAL Spanking every once in a while. I have gone to fetlife and other websites and the females there want relationships. Where are the mature ladies with the "takes a village" attitude that are willing to punish my bottom without sex involved? It's frustrating trying to find a lady NOT to have sex with. Any advice would be happily accepted:)
I have received a number of enquiries about my previous blog, 'The Circle'. Yes Jen and I are very lucky to have found a number of people down through the years who share our interest. Of the regular 14 people involved in the circle two are strictly dominant while the rest of us,including myself,are comfortable switching roles. Meeting all these people did not happen overnight,both Jen and I have always been careful about who we invite along. One of the members of our Circle is my friend Amy.I know Amy since my first year at university and almost immediately we became very close friends. We experimented and became very close and had a lot of fun spanking each other and a few other girls we met at the time. It is a good feeling when one meets someone who has the same interest and is comfortable being around them. Our 'Circle' are comfortable being around each other at this stage. We come from many different walks of life and live a good distance from one another but always keep in touch.
The founding members of the 'Circle' were Amy ,Jen and myself and very gradually over time we discovered that there were others who shared our interest. Our 'Gentleman Friend' was our next member,I know him a good few years,before I met Jen,he done some work on my house when I first moved in. There is a married couple in our 'Circle' who do their best to get along whenever they can. There is one lady in our 'Circle' who is trying to get her fiance involved,but he is a bit nervous,I have spoken to him and he thinks we are all nuts,but he is understanding of his intended wife and knows there is no sexual intercourse involved,just spanking,LOL! She did spank him but he felt it didn't do too much for him,perhaps she should leave Jenny at him with her cane! At the end of the day it is all consenting adults having fun,people are into lots of different things,we just happen to be into a bit of spanking and correction. We view each meeting as a social event and sit around and talk about everything afterwards, we have dinner together and generally relax. We have dressed up in the past,mainly school uniforms, with Mr.A and Miss R as the teachers,they are the two who don't switch roles. We do have fun and everyone gets excited when we meet up. Our next get together has been arranged for November 22nd somewhere in the west of Ireland at Amy's house.Really looking forward to it.