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„Would you like to be put over the knee perhaps?“ she asked.
Maike raised her head.
„By me?“ Emma suggested. „With a man it’s surely different, but you could try how it is for you…and if you want to have a long conversation with Daniel when he returns tonight?...She smiled mischievously at Mia.
Mia noticed how she again blushed. What a suggestion! And also: what a situation on a Saturday morning. It seemed surreal. But actually, what could happen? She liked Emma, found her very taking and was glad, that they were neighbours, now and in future. She could easily imagine Emma to be a good friend for her.
„g…good. But…but not too hard…okay? And if I say „stop“, you stop, yes? Mia wanted to safeguard a bit.
Emma smiled: „I won’t let your chaste bottom bite off more than it can chew…. Come over.“
„Here? In the kitchen?“
„Why not?“ Emma said with a shrug. „The kitchen chairs have just the right height“, then she added smiling: „I know that from own experience….come over my knees.“
Emma slid her chair away from the table and Mia went in position. It was a bit uncomfortable, she thought. Her hands braced on the kitchen floor, her legs balanced instably between hanging in the air and standing on toes touching the ground. Emma put one hand firmly around her waist which gave her more support.
"Very good like this" Emma reassured her. She ran her other hand lightly over Mia's butt.
"You have a wonderful ass, that nobody spanked you until now is a miracle."
Mia felt the warmth of Emma's hands through her jeans and shuddered with pleasure. She thought it already arousing.
Emma didn’t wait too long and slapped her hand for the first time on Mia's butt. A short twitch was the reaction. Encouraged Emma administered more smacks which Mia accepted with only a few faint "aah" s. After a few more spanks, Emma decided to go one step further.
"Now, how is it for you, "she asked.
Mia seemed to emerge from her own world.
"Oh ... yes ... not bad ... but it burns a bit.”
"Good, now you get up and drop your pants. Best the two of them.”
Mia stood hesitatingly. She now found it quite embarrassing to take off her pants, and then to be naked, only in a T-shirt. Somehow uncertain, she stopped in front of Emma.
"Oh come, come on! You simply need to be spanked bare bottom."
Mia remembered her vision last night: ‘a decent spanking is always on the bare ... 'and followed Emma's request, albeit with flushed cheeks. Then she lay back over Emma’s knee.
The word "vulnerable" immediately came to her mind as she felt the cool air on her backside. And then Emma's hand on her bare bottom. She felt her caressing her buttocks and was aware of her rising excitement.
Emma fondled a little bit Mia's warm and slightly reddened butt. It was wonderfully rounded and seemed very tempting. Then she started first with light strokes, then becoming slightly harder to redden these buttocks. Mia began to fidget.
"Ahh, but that’s burning now ...."
Mia said without hesitation: "Do you think you can take a bit more? I promise it’s worth it! However, if you want, then I'll stop.... "
Mia gave it a thought. It was burning properly, but she could bear it. And so she said softly, "that’s …ahh…still…alright…Ouch"
Emma now purposefully hit the spot where the buttocks merge with the thighs. Mia responded with even more squirming and also the "ahh”s and "ouch”s got louder. In between Emma caressed the now quite red bottom and noticed to her satisfaction when her hand “accidentally” went deeper that Mia became wet. Both were so absorbed by their actions that they startled profoundly when a male voice said suddenly:
“What the hell are you doing?”
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Y'all see photos now, ya heah?
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Ok here we go again with my Boyfriends latest fantasy.
We have a public toilet across the road in the park in which he wants to spank me in one of the male cubicles.
Apparantly there are three cubicles in there and when he is ready he will text me which one to come to.
I have to be wearing my VERY tight gym shorts and mickey mouse T shirt and after iv'e received his text walk over, knock on the designated door, be lectured and soundly spanked over his knee.
I know there will be little space so my poor bottom will be stuck high in the air.
I actually cant wait... the excitement of being seen going in the mens and possibly heard receiving the spanking is making me wet thinking about it.
At least i'm guarateed a dam good seeing to when we get back home.
Hugs ang kisses
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On the Road Again...
On the road again, adventures ahead
His rig his best gal, his handle, "DeepRed"
"10-4, good buddy," an old cowboy said
My ass will get redder, he thought with sweet dread.
As truck stops go, it was nothing too grand
A shower, some joe, just a speck in the sand
"I'm branding you, son, a new name on your pelt,"
The old cowboy grinned as he took off his belt
So leather cracked 'neath the stars overhead
"10-4, good buddy, you're now 'DeeperRed.' "
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His Budweiser belt buckle flashed on a West Texas morning.
A smarter young buck than myself would have heeded the warning.
By sundown my snow whitey ass had a rosy red glow.
Did leather enlighten my life? Only autumn will know.
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I'm working on my next story now but I wondered if anyone has any words or phrases in particular about spanking that really excite them. Words such as "bare bottom", spanking (of course), punish, "go to the corner" or "i'm gonna put you over my knee and..." ? I already have several but I'd love to hear more and from as many people as possible. Thanks!
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The other day I was checking email and a viewer/reader of our page and blog was giving my wife (Daila) an awesome complement about her strict dealings with my unruly ass and at the same time the complement was being slightly hampered as the writer was tripping over the cordialities of D/s. Things like how to address my dominant, and was it even ok to address my dominant since the writer was a submissive, were impeding the eloquent flow of good uplifting and encouraging complements.
Daila and I have never been much for the formalities of the spanking culture, and although we have been around the scene for quite some time and do know the basics of how it all works, neither of us really stick to it strictly. Daila does want me to respond to her with “Yes Ma'am” and “No Ma’am” during a punishment, but any other time you would not know us from any other vanilla couple. Ok...well you might notice that I do show her more respect than most husbands show their spouses, and you would notice that she knows where I am and what I am doing at all times...but otherwise you would not know.
The writer got me to thinking however, are the rules of our spanking culture something that we should be paying more attention to? I had not really given it a lot of thought before this email, but as I deal with a lot of different people on this site, should I be giving more attention to those rules so that I do not end up offending some of the other people that I end up talking with both on here and on FetLife.
If I do owe more attention to what is right and what is not in our dealings then where should I go to get all of the info on what exactly these rules are? Is there a place to go to learn everything there is to know about the cordialities of our culture? Or is it so varied from one relationship to another that there is no way of consolidating the rules like we do in the vanilla side of our lives.
I used to go to a lot of spanking parties and there was a culture within the spanking group that I was a part of, and there were certain rules and cordialities that we all followed, but I have seen a wide variety of different things out there. Does anyone know where the rule book is kept? If so, please point me to the right place to go.
Your humble submissive...
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I am in a real domestic discipline relationship in which I regularly get M/M pleasure, behavior modification, and punishment spankings. These are real spankings that are intended to be embarrassing and to hurt. We have posted a number of these on SpankingTube. And it gives us both a thrill to know that others are watching my spankings.
We would like viewers to suggest a spanking scene or a type of spanking or spanking/humiliation that they would like to watch my Daddy give me...perhaps that they have imagined giving me.
We would appreciate it if you would be specific and describe in detail what YOU want to see, how the spanking should be given, how I should be positioned and displayed for punishment, what should be used to administer it, and how long the punishment should be.
We promise to read all of your suggestions and make and post videos of the best and most imaginative of them.
„Good morning, Emma! Fabulous weather, one must take advantage of that and hang the washing outside. - You think so as well, as I can see“ Mia added, when Emma came on the lawn with a laundry basket under her arm.
„Morning, Mia. Really nice today with all this sun. And on a weekend too, for an exchange.“
Both women hung their washings in peaceful silence on the stretched lines. Mia threw a glance at the black lace panties which Emma hanged up, hers was only bedlinen, not very exciting. And then Mia came to a decision. Encouraged by the black panties, which seemed to be another clue for what she was imagining, she put away the remaining pegs and went on Emma’s side.
„Very nice panties you have. Is this real lace?“ this was still innocuous, wasn’t it?
„Oh no, it just looks like it, but I have two real silk panties. But I love this sort of panties – and Daniel as well, by the way….“she added with an arch smile. „ I’m sure he would spank my bottom if I wore white cotton panties.“ she said with a side-glance at Mia.
Mia felt how she blushed. This converstion was developping rapidly in the direction she wished.
„Oh, for real?“ She was abashed.
Did this mean that Daniel really spanked Emma or did it mean he would if Emma wore white cotton panties? Mia didn’t look at Emma at her next question.
„And? Has he already …hmmm…well, you know … put you over his knee?“ now it was out.
Emma put the last slip just over the line without fixing it and stood right in front of Mia.
„Yeaah, quite often – and we both have fun with that normally.“ Emma paused for a short while.
„Is it possible that you heard us yesterday night? The walls are darn thin in here!“
she looked at Mia who was standing with a bright red face in front of her.
Mia raised her eyes. When she noticed that Emma was smiling and not at all looking angry, she broke out in laughter.
„Yes, I have indeed heard you – and wondered if I should call the police….“
Now Emma laughed with all her heart:
„Call the police – oh this is priceless. I think even Liam would have been embarrassed having to explain an officer what we were doing. That we are just doing some spanking-games. Oh, wow – and that it’s not a case of domestic violence.“
Emma wiped the tears from laughing from the corner of her eyes.
„Listen, are you finished with hanging your washings? Let’s go inside and have a cup of coffee together. Then we can talk some more. This is not the issue to discuss outside…. There are no walls at all, not even thin ones….“ She added grinning.
Both women hanged their last pieces of washing and then went in, the empty baskets under their arms.
As at Mia’s herself, the apartment looked rather provisorily. There were packed crates, ready for the next move. Mia followed Emma into the kitchen and sat on a kitchen chair, while Emma with swift movements put on the coffee machine, put out cups and some biscuits.
„So you have heard us“ Emma remarked without self-consciousness and resumed the thread of their conversation. „We you as well…, if I may remark this…“
Again Mia blushed. Conversations about sex hadn’t been her habit, except with her husband. Not even with her oldest school-friends she had exchanged.
„You heard me?“
„Hmm…“ Emma took a sip of her coffee. „Was a solo action, hmm? I know that Daniel is in Hamburg.“
Mia gulped, clutched her coffee-pot.
„After I had decided that you weren’t a victim of domestic violence and I hadn’t to call the police, well,…I imagined this and that and that quite turned me on….“
„You don’t have any experience in „Spanking“, that’s right?“ Emma asked bluntly.
„Well, in getting smacked, put over the knee“ Emma explained. „Spanking“ is the English word and quite common.“
„hmm…, no…, but it turns me on….somehow….“ Mia confessed.
Emma grinned: „Me, too! Every time. My bottom is red and glowing and I’m wet every time…., as Daniel discovers to his delight.“
„But doesn’t this hurt a lot?“
„Yes, of course it hurts! But nevertheless! It’s so incredible erotic and the sex afterwards is always fantastic.“
Mia rested her head in her hands and looked at Emma a bit enviously.
Emma looked back and suddenly had an idea.
„Would you like to be put over the knee perhaps?“ she asked
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Those of you who have seen any videos I’ve posted will be well aware that I’m rather keen on a good caning, especially if it involves Ms. E and my buttocks.
Although this site is ‘Spanking’ Tube I rarely watch spanking videos. That said, I wouldn’t watch a good hand spanking and think ‘this isn’t my thing I’ll give it 2 stars’ I’d either not rate it or, more probably, judge it on its merits as an example of its genre.
Anyway, sorry, I went off at a bit of a tangent there...what I intended to do is pose the question “Do you prefer the spankee to be restrained or not?”
In our videos I have always been restrained and that is for a very good practical reason...I’m too much of a wuss. If I wasn’t fastened down I’m sure I’d move. My eyes are bigger than my belly when it comes to punishment.
However, I have two reasons for thinking that next time I shouldn’t be tied down. (how’s that for an example of topping from the bottom...shouldn’t be up to me at all LOL)
Firstly, our videos are very, very similar and I wouldn’t want things to get dull.
Secondly, it is clearly far more challenging to take one’s punishment without complaint if the option to move is available and you need to avoid exercising it. I watched LUDWIG'S COMEUPPANCE earlier
What does anyone else like to see?
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It has been a bit since I last posted an F/M spanking video, one will be coming soon I'm sure. I've been meaning to get around to posting a folder of men having their ears pulled, twisted, or used as handles for leading them to the spanking chair. I love old fashioned spankings with all of the trimmings, ear marched from the corner to the spanking chair. For the full size photo see my FM spanking album. I'd get more things done, but I need a good spanking.
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I'm feeling super happy! I had the best birthday party and i still have my actual real birthday to come! I think i may be the luckiest girl ever:) thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes, it was the perfect day, full of love:) I think the picture below sums up the joy i was feeling!
Now we are off for a day in the sunshine with all our friends, delight:) and tomorrow I'm getting the second part of my birthday spanking ( spankings make me tired, and we didn't want that on my party!) so tomorrow i get to dress up like a princess again. Could life get any better:)
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I was just wondering if anyone thought that you could be born in the lifestyle of D/S. Ever since I was a little kid getting spanked aroused me even in school it was the same, a little bit embarrassing also (if you know what I mean) lol. Then m and a friend got in trouble in a boys club we belonged to and the guy that ran the club found out that we broke the window to the place so he told It was nothing serious the place was locked and we didn't have a key yet so we tried climbing through the window to get in and my friend broke it so we got scared and left. Well anyway we got a phone call to come down there and he told us that he was going to call the police or we could take the punishment with getting paddled. So I was a little nervous but we didn't want the law involved so we agreed to being paddled. It was embarrassing that we had to strip naked for it but I went first bending over to get ten swats and my friend was next. Aftr that we thought we were done, well he then made us paddle each other across the knees, well I got it first and he was a wimp not even hitting hard and he was told to let him show how it was done, so I got across his knee and he really gave it to me almost having me in tears but I didn't let him know how bad it felt. So after I paddled my friend he told us to lay on the bed face down and continued to paddle us which seemed like an eternity, then made us stand in the corner. After a few minutes some of the kids came in , which were both boys and girls and of course I was only 13 at the time but I was so aroused by it never knowing why till I was a few years older and it made me think now looking back that maybe this is what I was born into. So let me know if you think that i'm just crazy for thinking like this or have others thought the same. Thanks for reading this and hope to hear others commnt on this
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Daila has recently taken to whipping my ass with a leather belt again. It had been quite a while since she had last used a belt for my punishments. I think it is mainly because she had accidentally let the belt fly sideways a few times and it had cut into me. She does not like to draw blood when she punishes me. But about a month ago she was not near the walk in closet where she keeps her collection of paddles and other devices, however, she felt I needed an immediate spanking. She jumped up from her seat because of something very disrespectful that I said. I was jerked up from the couch, and turned before she reached around and unfastened my belt. I thought she was just doing that to loosen my pants, but she then pulled the belt out through the loops. The shorts I was wearing were a bit too large for me since I have been loosing weight, and they instantly fell to the floor. She pushed my face to the couch cushions and in seconds I felt the sting of the leather biting at my backside. She was furious with me, and it hurt like hell, but I also must say that I got quite a charge out of it as well.
The entire incident reminded me of how much I really dislike and like the belt all at the same time. The sting of the strap is very unique and unmistakeable. The crack of the leather meeting the skin is loud and commanding. But I think it is the work that the dominant puts into the swinging of a belt or strap that turns me on the most. If done correctly and effectively, a dominant should look like a tennis pro playing a very competitive game at Wimbledon. Daila usually hits so hard and for so long that she is broken out in a complete sweat by the time she is through with my ass. She usually knows when she has made her point well with me because I will also be covered in sweat just from absorbing the torrent of licks that she delivers. It is basically a work out for both of us. We are both breathing hard when it is finally over. When it is like this I sink deeply into my submission and usually curl up next to her or at her feet when she takes a seat.
To make it an even more submissive journey for me, Daila also puts me into the hardest positions to hold for a belt whipping. One she particularly enjoys is to have me stand up on my toes on the edge of the hearth on the fireplace. Once I am up there she has me bend over the screen and place my hands on the mantle. I am then told to do everything possible to present my ass as far out as possible so that it is completely free of obstructions to the whims of her strap. This usually requires me to bend my knees slightly, push my nose to the mantle center piece, and arch my back until I feel like I will break. Holding this position takes a lot of muscle control and can wear me out by itself...much less if I have to hold that position for 10 minutes or more while Daila attempts to take the black off of the belt using only the skin on my backside. And there have been a few times when I really expected to see the black actually gone from the belt.
It really revs me to get a look at Daila back over my shoulder as she serves up my discipline with a belt. Watching her exert all of that physical energy to punish me, feeling that leather grab ahold of my skin with every swing, standing up on the hearth with my ass well on display as if it were enticing the strap to wrap around its curves with its fiery hot stingy grip, anticipating Daila’s next swing to make me push all of the air out of my lungs much like anticipating the next drop on a roller coaster ride, is all hotter to me than noon time in the Sahara Desert. Now if I could only manage to get all of that without all the pain of a Daila style ass whippin. I would have it made.
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Okay! It is time that I got off my far-too-comfortable butt and finished up a new spanking video. I have fussed over the poorer quality of the latest raw videos I have shot. (I really need to spend a little more time considering basics like lighting.) I have dabbled and put off because I get all nitzy perfectionistic when I should just get down to it and display my spankings rather than being so danged artsy.
My pledge: I will work on one of two partially-finished videos this weekend (Sunday-Monday for me). If I don't end up with a finished product, at least I will be a whole bunch closer!
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A friend asked me for a repost of a story I wrote already sometime ago.
Here it comes, but I have to divide it in several parts, I don't want to spam the whole blog
Thin Walls Part 1
What was this? The sound came from the apartment next door. Mia paused reading and listened. It sounded like a loud slapping, with short screams between. Couldn’t be the telly. Her TV was off, she was is bed and read.
Noises in the new apartment were still unfamiliar. Mia and Daniel were here only since a few weeks. They were waiting for their new semi-d to be finished. The construction company had quartered them in here temporarily, also the couple of the other half, when it became clear they couldn’t meet the deadline. Thank goodness the following move was going to be paid by that company, the work would be theirs nevertheless. But, so what? Mia was looking forward to the new home. But this noise? Now – again! And today of all days Daniel wasn’t home. He was on business in Northern Germany. Mia listened intensely.
The screaming sounded as if it was from a woman. Should she call the police? Mia moved closer to the bedroom-wall and eavesdropped. Now again: first a slapping, then a short yell, followed by a moaning. That must be Emma, her neighbour. They just had met a few months ago when inspecting the new houses and then learned that they would be neighbours as well for the interim period.The noises increased in volume. It sounded if Emma was – now what? Beaten? Now, should she call the police? She couldn’t imagine Daniel beating his wife, but you never knew… Mia put her book aside, moved even closer to the wall. It was embarrassing, but she put her ear right at the wall, to be able to hear what was going on. She justified that for herself being worried about Emma. And now? She meant to hear suppressed laughter, then again quick slapping, moaning, then nothing more.
Mia sat Indian style on her bed. Perhaps this wasn’t a case for the police, after all. She had heard about slapping a bottom being part of sex at some couples. Was it possible Emma and Daniel being indulged in that version?
Smacking a bottom. Her inner cinema went going. What was it like to be drawn over a lap and being spanked? She was never spanked by her parents, upright members of 1968 generation, tending more to support and education to self-confidence than authoritarian upbringing. Nevertheless Mia sometimes pondered what it would be like to be „put over“. Some of her friends had told her of being put over the knee of Mommy or Daddy for a punishment. In the dark of her girl’s room, she sometimes had lifted her nighty and touched her naked bottom with her hand. Sometimes she had laid herself that the cool air could stroke over her bottom and fantasized a strict voice saying: „you get spanked so long that you can’t sit afterwards“.
Much to her embarrassement Mia noticed that the imagination, that the fantasy, now as a grown-up, to be put over a man’s knee, that she thought it highly erotic. Automatically her hand had gone downwards, had stroked her mons pubis and had divided her labia. Her fingers found her clit and rubbed, while in her head new pictures turned up: she saw herself over the lap of a man, who held her with one hand and turned up her skirt with his other hand. She saw herself struggling, squirming in this firm grip, felt her helplessness. What would it be like to sense his hand on her bottom and to know: I will be spanked in a minute? Her own hand rubbed on and on over her clit, she felt rising her excitement and she got wet. Now she had in her head the picture how he would strip off her panties and she heard this imaginary man say: „a proper spanking is always on the bare, to make you remember…“. When she at last imagined the burning on her bottom – surely it would burn a lot? – her fingers on her clit got so urging, that she found relief in an orgasm, loudly moaning.When she after a few minutes while she still fondled herself and enjoyed the lingering, got aware of her surrounding again she listened again into the night.
From next door nothing was heard any more and she wondered how loud she had been herself? The walls didn’t seem to be soundproofed very well. Hmmm… She did regret that Daniel wasn’t here today of all days. She would have loved to know how he’d reacted to the noises. Would he have drawn the same conclusions as she herself? And what did he think about spanking. They never had talked about that until now. Their marriage was based on a partner-ship first and last and he would never raise the hand against her. But actually this was something totally different, she thought. An erotic play and not domestic violence. Erotic plays weren’t frequent during the last time she got aware. Their sex-life could well be a bit more lively. There was a lot of routine meanwhile. Well, nothing you couldn’t change….she thought. Then she went finally to sleep.
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OK. Does anyone know why that very large and very tatty looking stuffed bear keeps appearing in male/male spanking videos posted by someone named scooter071669? Latest vid: OTK BATH BRUSH VIEW 2 What has that poor bear done that has condemned him to living in low budget motel rooms in a bad part of town where he is so ignominiously subjected to being crawled on by sweaty hairy naked men? Why hasn't someone at least given the poor bear a bath (well, taken him out to be dry cleaned) so that his matted fur can at least be cleaned and his stuffing fluffed up? It is undignified that a stuffed bear should be that dirty. I feel this is an obvious case of bear abuse.Is there a charitable non-profit agency we might get involved that could rescue and perhaps rehabilitate this poor bear before he sinks deeper into this life of poverty, depravity and abuse?
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I'll be back
there is always something new, let yourself be surprised
(here come only the previews)
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Kneeling before the dresser on trembling knees she wonders what it shall be tonight. The drawer of demise with all the anguish it offers? Or shall it be the drawer of delight will the pleasure it promises? With a greedy grin she decided tonight it shall be both. Into the drawer of delight her steady hands search, looking for the pink satin sheets and all they entail: arousal, denial, countless peaks and valleys of pleasure. Then with shaky fingers she reaches into the drawer of demise. Catching her breath she selects the three red satin pillowcases, fully knowing what she is asking for: the heat, the ache and the scorching backside.
Slowly standing in an intoxicating trance, she begins to make the bed. First the sheets as her mind drifts into the oblivion of arousal. Finally, catching her breath, she slides the red pillowcases onto the pillows. With heart pounding, she stacks the pillows in the center of the bed. The emotions of past experiences come flooding back, the tears, the heat, the withering and that unbearable ache that multiplies with every stroke.
Returning to the dresser she once again searches through the drawer of delight. Brushing aside a strap her fingers close around the flogger she knows so well. Thick and thuddy just like she prefers. In his hand it coaxes from her body exactly the level of sting to make her linger on the edge forever. Standing and smiling. she places the flogger on the bed beside the pillows, knowing the pleasure in store for her tonight. For once an item is placed on the bed there is no going back.
Again to the dresser she is drawn almost against her will. Looking into the drawer of demise her hand timidly begins to search. Not the evil cane and all the welts it offers. Nor the vicious, thick tawse that wraps around into tender bits and elicits the kind of sobs signaling real discipline. Finally her hand finds its target, withdrawing from the drawer his belt. Once her eyes set sight on it she gasps and drops the belt. Her hands on instinct alone reach around behind her and begin to rub. Her thoughts return to the last lesson his belt taught her. The burning that lasted for hours, the throbbing that was still there the morning after. All the promises she made, the things she bribed him with to lessen the prescribed three sets of twelve strokes. Although knowing in her heart she needed it all, she earned every single stroke simply by placing the belt on the bed. For once an item is placed on the bed there is no going back.
Rubbing her cheeks one last time and swallowing hard, she cautiously picks up the belt as if it would bite her. At arms length she holds it away from her and carries it to the bed. Doubt creeps into her head and she pauses the moment before she lays it on the bed, perhaps she should return it to the drawer. Maybe it was not what she needed, the places it takes her to. She worries about the things that the belt exposes to herself. It is always this way with the belt, fear and uncertainty, yet every previous time she had placed it on the bed just like now.
Finally it was over, her choices had been made and could not be undone. Her fate was sealed and that was that. Kneeling once again before the dresser she begins to undress. As each piece of clothing is removed she feels anxiety yet alive, liberated yet doubt and uncertainty setting in. Her left hand reaches for the handle of the drawer of demise as her right hand closes around the handle of the drawer of delight. With a simple push she closes the bottom drawer of the dresser. Behind her she hears the slight commotion of him rising from the chair. Reaching down he helps her rise to her feet. Hand in hand, he leads her to the bed and guides her across the pyramid of red satin pillows.
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Keri was a beautiful blonde dominant woman. She had slightly larger than average breasts with pretty dark brown nipples. She had a strikingly beautiful full bottom and strong hips. She was dominant and quite simply greatly enjoyed putting men over her knee and spanking them until she was satisfied. In fact, she had established a professional business of doing so. She was my next door neighbor and I found out about her business one day because I saw various men coming to her house at different times. I became curious and one evening secretly peaked into her window after she had taken one of the men into her house. What I saw in her bedroom was the man naked face down over Keri's knee getting a hard spanking. Keri was topless and her beautiful breast with dark brown nipples which were erect. The man's bottom was quite red. I stood watching and got an immediate erection and even stroked myself a little through my pants.
I watched from my porch as I noticed later the man leaving. Keri lingered at the door and called to me. She gave me a firm order, "Come over to me now!!!" I obeyed her immediately. When I got to the door Keri said, "I know you were watching what just happened. Come inside right now. I can tell you are a submissive male type and you like that other man crave a spanking from a dominant women. I have a professional business to take care of men like you with such desires. Since you are a neighbor, I will charge you $100 for a half hour of discipline from me." I agreed immediately, my erection was so hard and throbbing by now.
Keri took me to her bedroom and ordered me to take all my clothes off. She removed her top and once again I could see her beautiful breasts. Once naked, she ordered me to my knees and then began the pre-spanking scolding. "You are a naughty male type that wants to see a woman's breasts and play with himself! Are you enjoying seeing my breasts? Good! Because you are going to take a painful trip over my knee for seeing those breasts! Keri grabbed my wrist and stood me up. She pull quickly and she sat down in her spanking chair and I was helplessly over her knee. Without a pause she brought her hand down with great force and smacked my bottom rapidly and repeated until I was red and sore. She had me repeat after her, "I am a naughty male getting a spanking for peaking in Keri's window!" Keri produced a paddle and soon the whacks of the paddle on my bottom sounded through the room. Each swat of her hand and paddle sent messages of pain and pleasure to my erect penis. When she was satisfied she stood me up. She gave the after spanking scolding. "Alright naughty boy. You have the red sore bottom you needed. I know exactly what males want to do when I spank them. They want to masturbate! Get down on your knees and do your thing for me. Look at me and say: Thank You for spanking me Keri." Quickly I knelt and I knew Keri was so right. I repeated the words she told me and began to masturbate in front of her as I continued to be excited by her nipples. I felt embarrassed but I couldn't stop myself either. Her authority and power over me was complete and it felt good. My bottom was hot and red from my spanking. I took myself to an intense orgasm. Afterward, Keri softened after she put her top back on. She gave me a nice hug and told me she would be glad to see me again. I went back home and got in bed dreaming about the next time...