Disciplinary Arts C4S
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63 views · 6 hours ago

"Owwwwwww!, her body swung, as the Dragon Cane whacked her cheeks. Her ankles were pulled high above her head, and her arms cuffed to the front legs of the bench. The pain was severe, the welt thick and brusing deep, from just a single swing of a cane.
"Oh, my, Miss Cloud, that was a perfect stroke. The stripe is already rising with color. I'm pleased to use my new cane, on such a naughty bottom." Mr. Stern was delighted in the results. He'd like to thrash her, but then the fun would be over & there was many hours to go.
He studied her bottom suspended in the diapering position. He added some more oil and let it pool in between her cheeks.
He pulled the halfs apart, and ran his hand between them, making his finger greased and ready. At the foot of the bench, his pants grew tight, as his fingers slid from between her bottom to her lovely velvet lips. There he met a juicy welcome. He circled her clit, with his fingertip. He used his other hand to open her flower, stretching her petals and exposing both her clitoris and her well. He lightly, very lightly tapped at the hardening button that crowned her maiden head. Sassy tried to push against him, but succeeded only in swinging her legs and bottom.
Stern took a small metal device from his shelf. It was much like a large bobby pin,
only the hole at the bend was larger, the metal thicker with each trail ending in a loop. He took the tight end and pinching her clit, slid the clip on either side. As he slid it down , her inner lips were caught within, and the loop encircled her button, forcing it out.
Sassy, having no idea, of what he was about, only felt his oily fingers pulling and stretching her. Deep sounds murmured from her throat. Them the pinching of her clit and lips. She felt the throbbing of desire. Oh please, touch me, rub me. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth made "oh" and "aw" shapes as her breath grew ragged. She was feeling wonderful...the pulsing within the metal loop was amazing. The rope swayed as she tried to find a rhythm to the beat. It was then, that she heard the whistle of the cane and felt its wicked whack. It almost caught her lady parts, but instead landed in the lower crease of her bum. Whoooosh and crack, again it hit... her upper thighs felt the wrath. It cut through her, that pain, and she cried out, both in suffering and in frustration.

He watched the flesh turn red and then violet. It was such a beautiful sight. His fingers danced over the stripes and again between her legs. Tapping the captive knob, then traveling down to her entrance. It was tight, but slick. One hand taunted her wounds, as his other slid inside her. She twisted as her legs swung. She wanted him, all of him, inside her...She felt pressure at her other place. " Oh no, no....please..." She uttered.

Stern, whispered, "SHUUUUUSH, now, you're fine, Miss Cloud. His well oiled finger pushed and released, pushed and released, circling her tight little rosebud, and finally breached the gates, but just for a peek inside.

"It hurts, it hurts", she said in a panic but he didn't withdraw, he pulled and little, nudged it in and out just enough to wet the way. He poured more oil onto his hand. The other hand found its way to her clit again, flicking it back and forth as his finger wriggled into her bottom.
He whispered push it out, and when she did, instead the gates opened, and his finger slipped in, all the way .
"Oh, oh, oh my God!"
He turned His hand, and put His thumb into her other place, which was soaking and aching for him.
Now, she was gone, she rose and fell as he entered and pulled back, working his digit in and out of both orifices. His hand touching the stripes as he thrusted in, and her sore bottom, clenching at his hand deep inside her. Hee rubbed her hotspot back and forth. A low rumble, became breathless.
The heat, the pain, the helplessness... an intoxicating cocktail. She was panting, and crying out, melting into the magical mist. She nearly screamed as she climaxed!! She moved to his beat, and moaned long and loud in rapture.

35 views · 8 hours ago

Chirstmas is in 22 days. I have got all my chirstmas list done.

53 views · 12 hours ago

Looking for a dominant woman to teach me a lesson.

Spanked Sweeties
47 views · 13 hours ago

Hi Carl
Thought sometimes in the past about what we want.
We want a reason to get a spanking. And we won´t see Trump as the winner.

So I thought, maybe its nice to play game
We know the president needs 270 votes
My game / bet

We get a share of 25 strokes on each cheek depending on the result of election with the modification of difference. It doesn´t matter if Trump or Clinton wins, Just the difference is counting.
In addition you and I can bet the difference

58 views · 15 hours ago

Going through some pics of my holiday to Ibiza last summer,had a bangin time. Got a little spanking in a nightclub from the DJ and won a bottle of Malibu and a voucher for dinner for two,all for being spanked by this guy who thought he knew how to spank,LOL,it was worth it.

My Sir has said he has seen a nice Vauxhall Astra for me to take a look at tomorrow,hope my days without a motor are numbered I will have to wait and see.although Sir has no idea my insurance will be quite high due to some little mishap I caused a few years back...sssshhhh!!!!
GOODIE FOR ME NO ONE READS MY DIARY OR ALLSORTS WOULD GET OUT,AS USUAL BUGGER OFF!!!

47 views · 17 hours ago

We went out early this morning, so my daily maintenance spanking was this afternoon.
For a change he had me facing the window, bent over, skirt up, resting on the window sill and walloped me so hard, I nearly jumped through the window, jiggling about, trying not to move away after each hit. Until the threat of starting again made me stand still, JUST.


Then when I was going to the pet shop, Master decided I should wear my pretty pink butt plug, with a load of deep heat and wear my dog collar and lead.
I could wear my coat but no scarf and coat open at the top so it was seen.



It was embarrassing having the collar on show but masters instructions have to be followed. I've got to buy a cat collar with a bell to fasten round my ankle so he can hear me move around. I bought a nice link one from the shop but he wants a black studded one so will have to give that one to the cat for Xmas.

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54 views · 17 hours ago

The Freshman

The boy was nineteen. A freshman in college. One boy seated in a lecture hall of hundreds, and yet he stood out.

Immediately.

His mop of dark hair caught my eye as I handed out the syllabus for Physics 101, but it was his disruptive behavior during class - snickering, yawning, talking openly - that called for attention.

As the rest of the students filed out, I stopped him. “You there, in the green T-shirt. Wait a moment.”

He paused, and turned, smiling as if he were used to being singled out of a crowd. “Who, me?”

“Yes, you.” I waited as he sauntered to my desk.

“What?” He pronounced the single word with a distinct southern drawl.

“This is a college class. I don’t know what you got away with in high school, but it won’t fly here. Next lecture, you’d better pay attention.”

He rolled his eyes in pure teenage disgust. “Whatever.” He swiveled on his heel.

“The proper answer is ‘Yes Ma’am.’”

He looked over his shoulder. “What?”

“You heard me.” I gave him the stern look that could make football players cower, and his smile faded a bit.

“Yes Ma’am?” He repeated the phrase with an air of disbelief. “What is this, the fifties?”

I cocked my eyebrow and looked him over, “Let’s have a little chat in my office why don’t we.” I led the way through the hall, my high heels clicking against the polished terrazzo. I could hear him shuffling along behind, certain that his gaze was locked on the sway of my hips encased in a tight black skirt. I closed the door, and he stood in the middle of the book-strewn room, waiting.

“I will not put up with juvenile nonsense,” I said. From experience, I knew I had to cut off this behavior immediately, or it would only get worse.

“I’m not juvenile.” He spread his feet and crossed his arms, indeed every bit a man physically, but an immature boy still ruled his mind.

“And I know just how do deal with boys like you.” I opened the bottom desk drawer and took out the paddle I’d carried with me since my first year of teaching. The polished board didn’t get much use now that I’d moved to the collegiate level of education; never-the-less, I kept it at hand for just these circumstances.

“What the hell?” He scowled and took a step backwards.

“It’s simple. You bend over my desk for a paddling or I kick you out of class.”

“You can’t...” He sucked in a nervous breath. “...do that.”

“Can’t kick you out? I can and I will.”

“But...”

“The only ‘but’ we need to talk about is your butt, right here.” I cleared a spot for him amid the stacked papers and folders.

He sputtered and took another step backwards, emotion rolling openly across his face. Anger, disbelief, embarrassment.

“Either bend over now, or you’re out.”

He licked his lips and summoned a measure of bravado.

“Oh, what the hell. How bad can it be?” He walked over and placed his hands on the desktop.

“All the way down.” With the heel of my hand I pressed into the middle of his back until his chest went down flat. “Legs apart.” I tapped the paddle between his thighs until he was sufficiently spread, his jeans pulled tight across muscular buns.

“Professor...” He looked back at me, his expression suddenly fearful.

“Hush, boy.” I hooked one finger into his back belt loop and pulled until the seam nearly disappeared between his cheeks.

He let out a soft, tentative moan, and shifted forward in anticipation.

I smiled, and patted the seat of his pants for aim and then raised my arm high. He was about to find out just how much my paddle can burn.
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I'd love to hear your spanking story.

35 views · 20 hours ago

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155 views · 1 days ago

Thinking about starting off my blogging here by writing about my first spanking experiences and various ones afterwards. Who would be interested in that?

Spanked Sweeties
191 views · 1 days ago

I get off on watching these videos

79 views · 1 days ago

Don't be afraid to send me a message and we can talk. I'm 26years old living in the USA

86 views · 1 days ago

I am not sure how long I will be offline. I thought I should write something here in case anyone who decided to email me won't think I'm ignoring them. Happy Holidays To All. See you on the flip side.xo

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74 views · 1 days ago

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204 views · 1 days ago

Unfortunately, the flame of our spanking life seems to have sputtered out at this point, but we certainly did have fun while it lasted.
And even though it seems likely I'll be fading from the scene here, I will value and remember the lovely friends I've made.
Many happy spankings to all!
Best,
Anna

123 views · 1 days ago

country song lyrics - (I know I'm leaning heavily on cliché here, just play along with me)

I may have had a do si do
just a time or two
I may have had my reasons
and one of them is you
one thing is for certain
you can take it to the bank
you don't have to look much further
it's the devil you can thank

(chorus)

there's a devil in the dark my friends
a devil in the dark
for every happy ending
there's a dozen broken hearts
neon lights and whiskey glass
is always where it starts
there's a devil in the dark my friends
a devil in the dark

you may have had your reasons
and one of them is me
a certain guys' been coming round'
not so blind I cannot see
one thing is for certain
and I speak straight from the heart
you'd better keep your lights on
cause' there's a devil in the dark

(repeat chorus)

it's just the same old story
time and time again
she thinks he's been steppin' out
and don't know where he's been
he tells her that he loves her so
would like to come back in
she's tryin' hard to believe it's true
just like heartache's only friend.

(repeat chorus)

(in progress, more to come)

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336 views · 2 days ago

Summon the Reaper
Death welcomed
Life rejected
Pain reflected
Beg for death

Wearing masks
Pure and tainted
Decayed
Deceived
Innocence taken
Evil replaced

Exhale hate
Inhale space
Useless energy
Caring fades

Selfish / Heartless
Friends / Enemies
Happy / Crazy
Just insanity
Cruelty remains

Flayed alive
Bones survive
Hell here
Fire everywhere
Screams surround
Content now
Pain, Pain, Pain

(Please do not leave comments...just read thank you...)

234 views · 2 days ago

Fingers grasp my silky curls,
Gathered in your fist.
Quivering, I'm lost in you,
You're all that now exists.
Waves of wanting, surge through me.
I'm putty in your hands.
My will is gone, and everything
I do, is on command

Worry burrows at my brow,
I've crossed the line again.
I long to please, but dare to test
Submissive or pretend?
Your lips drink up, my salty tears,
That stain my eyes and face.
More to come, before you're through,
The pain, the shame, disgrace.

Still, I long for every touch,
Your boiling blood reacts.
Even as you pull me, fast
And firm, across your lap.
I feel the passion building,
The way is wet and hot
Nothing comes between us
And there's no way we can stop.

A drumming sound is beating,
The cymbals slap and ring.
A keening note is climbing,
The strap is made to sing.
The orchestra is standing,
The key is high and long.
We reach and find a rhapsod,y
Inside the Master's song.

 
Tomorrow....back to the stories!! Lol,
My eyes and my head needed a little break.
XO

141 views · 2 days ago

This was another fantasy we played out. Although Lulu didn't ride or have a horse, i most certainly did have a riding whip for her naughty bottom......

Lulu was sitting under a large oak tree, her back against the rough bark, gazing at the mountains. After a time she looked at her watch. She would be about fifteen minutes late she guessed. She got up and walked toward her horse. As Lulu walked the flex of her buttocks showed through her cream colored skin tight riding pants.

As Lulu had hoped, I was waiting for her when she got back.

"You're late", I told her. "I was starting to get worried".

"Oh, sorry, I just have lost track of time", Lulu replied.

I helped her unsaddle and brush the horse. When WE were done I told HER to bring her riding crop into the house, where the bench awaited her presence.

I kissed Lulu's hair, and leaned my head over to her ear. "What happens to young ladies who are late?", i whispered into her ear.

She stretched her head back as i kissed her neck. "They get chocolates?"

"Ah no, guess again, naughty girl"

"Hmmm. 'Naughty girl', that's probably a hint. What could it be? I bet that late young ladies get spanked by their cruel lovers."

"That's right, they get spanked", i said.

I took the riding crop from her hand. "Bend over the bench, please", i ordered.

Lulu went over to the bench and bent forward, her shoulders lower than her bottom. I loved the way the riding pants stretched tight over her raised bottom. I brought my hand down hard on her right buttock, then on her left. "We're going to have a lesson in punctuality", i said as i spanked her. My hand made a loud smack as it slapped the tight material of her riding pants.

"Ow. OK. I'll keep an eye on the time in the future. I was only a few minutes late. Ow", Lulu protested. She threw the "Ows" in for effect. Over her riding pants and panties the spanking didn't hurt that much, i knew.

I spanked Lulu's bottom and upper thighs until my hand started to get sore. My hand probably hurt more than her bottom, I thought to myself. That would change soon.

I moved to stand by her left side. "Spread your thighs and get that ass up", i ordered. With her thighs spread and her bottom pushed up, her riding pants stretched over her buttocks like a second skin. I could see her mons outlined between her legs.

I swung the riding crop in a flat arc, bringing the shaft across her bottom. I gave the whip strokes across her ass from the tops of her thighs to the upper curve of her cheeks. The crack of the whip across LULU's bottom was echoed by her cries, which sounded more heartfelt than before. I counted out twenty strokes silently to myself.

"OK, young lady. You can get up and get undressed, now", i told her.

Lulu stood up and undressed slowly as i watched, sitting on the bench to remove her riding boots and then peeling the tight pants down over her legs. She stood up and pulled her white turtle neck over her head. She unhooked her bra slowly, letting it slide off her shoulders as i gazed at her full breasts. Wearing only her panties, Lulu bent over the bench again. I could see the globes of her buttocks through the sheer white material of her panties. I slowly pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She lay stretched along the bench, pushing her bottom up. Her buttocks were blushed pink from the spanking. I thought that Lulu looked beautiful, naked except for the panties around her thighs, her ass and pussy offered, surrendered me.

I started whipping her again. The crack of the whip against Lulu's bare bottom, uncushioned by her pants, was louder now and the whip left a red mark each time i brought it hard across her bottom. After i had given her twenty strokes i stopped and caressed her bottom. I caressed between her cheeks, sliding my fingers down to her vulva, moving my index finger across her lips, which were slick with wetness. I parted her lips and slid my finger inside her.

"You're very wet, you naughty slut. You seem to forget that you're being punished. I can see you need to be spanked harder."

I moved my finger inside Lulu's pussy, fucking her with my thumb and caressing her clit. Lulu moaned.

"Stand up and undress me", i ordered. She stood up, her panties falling to her ankles and then the ground as she stepped out of them. She unbuttoned my shirt and took the riding crop from my hand, laying it on the bench. Then she slipped off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants. She squatted down as she took my shoes off, pulling my pants down over my thighs. I stepped out of his pants, my cock was rock hard. As Lulu knelt she kissed my cock and took me in her mouth.

I gently moved her head away. "You can have that later. I'm not done whipping you yet", i told her.

"Please, Sir, I've learned my lesson. I'm very sore. Please don't whip me more. I'll never be late again, I promise." She moved her mouth back to my cock.

I moved away. "Naughty little slut. Now be a good girl and take your whipping."

Lulu sighed. "Yes, Sir", she said, as she stood up. Lulu handed me the whip and bent over the bench again, her thighs spread and her bottom raised.

I started whipping her again, the strokes harder than before, the shaft of the crop leaving welts from the upper curve of her ass to the tops of her thighs. Her cries, elicited by each stroke of the whip, melded together as i punished her, the cheeks of her buttocks becoming more and more sore, until she was crying steadily, her body lightly sheened with sweat. After i had given her another twenty strokes i put down the whip and slipped my cock into her pussy. i pushed deeply into her, her hot ass pressing against my lower belly. She pushed up against me, starting to move.

"Stay still, naughty girl", i told her

"Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard"

"I'm not done punishing you yet" I withdrew, my cock shiny with Lulu's wetness. "If you want to be fucked, you have to take your punishment first. Ten strokes, extra hard, count them out."

"Yes, sir"

Lulu pushed her ass up, offering herself for the whip.

"One", Lela cried out, after i gave her a hard stroke across her crimson cheeks. Soon Lulu was crying again, counting out the strokes as i whipped her. Lulu was still crying when i moved behind her, parting her vulva with my finger. She was even wetter than before. I slipped my cock into her and began fucking her hard, slamming my hips into her sore welted ass. Lulu pushed her ass up, taking me deeply inside her. I reached around in front of her, putting my finger on her clit. She shook with her orgasm and i came inside her.

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104 views · 2 days ago

I want to date 5 non trans gender females who are huge spanko and we all love each other like a big family

124 views · 2 days ago

Well today I had a talk with my disciplinarian and I asked him that just because I was new to all of this not to cut me any slack and he agreed. He finally told me today that he was going to take care of the issue of my temper. My disciplinarian was not happy with the fact that I punched a wall last night or today. Well I did not think my disciplinarian would get my hands or give me lines. I should have known better by now even after only 5 days of him being my disciplinarian. He told me to get my hairbrush which I could not find. Then he said my leather paddle would work. I could not find that paddle either. So my disciplinarian decided to use my plain wooden paddle on my hands. I also had to do 50 lines saying "I will not punch walls Sir." as the palm of my hands felt the sting of that paddle. For each 10 lines I did I got 10 smacks of the paddle on each of my hands and then had to do the next 10 lines. But when I finished my 50 lines I had to do 20 smacks on each hand. When they were done I knew I would not be wanting to punch walls anymore. During this time I also had a friend that was getting a punishment with me so every smack on my hands she got that many on her backside. My disciplinarian also told me that the next time I wanted to punch a wall to picture him standing there at the wall I was wanting to punch. He also said when I do this to act like I am punching him. I am sorry but I will not be doing that because I already know I would not punch my disciplinarian at anytime. So I will not punching any walls again. I also got my mouth washed out with soap due to a smart mouth comment before I got off Skype with him. I hate that soap it is really nasty.

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