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I just wanted to give an update on my attitude. It has been a few days since my last spanking and my attitude has been good. My roomate had company over this weekend and everything went well. I hope my attitude continues to improve because i know if it doesnt i will get another spanking. The last one i got was a really hard spanking and i learned a lot from it. I got punished and forgiven for all of the majorly bad stuff i done in ga before i moved to pa except the day i was drinking with a friend and i drove home drunk. I am sure that will be our next session because i still feel really guilty and i wont feel better until i get punished for it. I know that will be a hard session but i will feel better after i get forgiven for it. I know the next thing we will work on is my bad language. I want to get into the security officer and law enforcement field so i really neef to work on my language. I am going to keep working hard towards having a good attitude also. I have learned a lot and my behavior is starting to improve since i began having discipline sessions with my roomate.
Girls wear yoga pants and leggings all the time now. I know that I wear them to show off my butt and to make people want to spank me! I think most girls do it for the same reasons. I want to know if you think this girl needs a spanking? How would you spank her?
Yesterday morning about 6am Jen woke and shook me awake,she asked if I wanted breakfast in bed? I accepted her kind offer. We were getting up early and travelling to the city to buy some new clothes for an upcoming wedding we have been invited to. Jen went downstairs and I stretched in bed. I could feel my eyes about to close again when I heard Jen exclaim ," Oh for fuck sake...Karen!!!" I got out of bed and joined her in the living room to the sight of my niece's boyfriend asleep on my sofa, on the floor,stretched out in a deep sleep,was this guy with a thick bushy beard,he was not wearing any trousers just his shorts. Jen gave the sofa a kick and my niece's boyfriend began to come back to the land of the living. I went into the kitchen but became aware of voices coming from the conservatory ,I went to investigate. In the conservatory was my niece and a few other friends all sitting around drinking my tea and eating my French Fancy's. They had been at a music gig.My niece's boyfriend and a few of his friends have a rock band and play alot of heavy metal and rock,they clearly had not been home long. I asked my niece who the guy without the trousers was and she told me I knew him already,just picture him without the beard. She explained to me that while walking up the driveway to my house this guy had slipped and landed in mud,it had been raining heavily,my niece had offered to wash his trousers for him while he slept. Jen began to laugh when my niece's boyfriend came in to the conservatory and saw me standing there,I clipped him 'round the ear and went back into the living room to wake up 'Sleeping Beauty'.
I decided to give this young man a good fright. I lay down beside him and put my arm on his chest,I whispered in his ear,"...I hope you enjoyed that,just don't tell anyone...." He began to stir,smiled and in a flash jumped off the floor,fright all over his face. The rest had come in from the conservatory to see the merriment. The poor guy hit his back off my sofa and once he had become fully awake yelled," I swear I didn't do anything!" Everyone laughed. I stood up and told him he had just learned two lessons: 1, Don't drink too much ,and 2, No man does his laundry in my house!. There was much laughter. I fried them all a good breakfast and we all chatted for awhile. Jen and I drove to the city and got what we wanted. Looking forward to a special person's big day next Saturday.
Recently I wrote a blog about Jen wanting to cut down the trees on my driveway. Well the trees are staying and thank you to ALEX 53 for the wonderful suggestion; in retaliation for Jenny's comment about cutting down the trees I did in fact send her to fetch a switch and we had a good time in the bedroom as a result!Have a great week my friends.
Mr G has decided recently that my bad bahviour will be ignored, unless to give me time outs or extra lines or essays.
He says, as i love to be spanked sooooooo much, giving me what i want is only encouraging my bad behaviour, so i get more.
I wish, i thought.
So he put a ban on spanking, and ive had none for nearly a month now.
And believe me, ive tried my hardest to break him but no, once Mr G decides on something thats it.
Now hes going away with work again, til Wednesday night, im hoping he can take some time off work in October, maybe we can get some fun days again.
But i hate this. My bottom has never gone so long without being bruised and sore and it makes his Little Sub want to throw a mega of all MEGA tantrums til i get one.
in the last month I've been a bad girl, disrespectful and headstrong. I haven't followed the rules and didn't care about consequences. Acting that way only brought me to a painful punishment, my boyfriend had to ask me to write over my punishment book.
I hope i won't see that book for a while cause I understood i've been a bad girl. When i see that book I start to tremble, because when i write something on i feel humiliated.
This is my punishment book. Where i write my sins and the punishments for them.
I think I have found a new spanking partner, yes its only been a few months since my move down south and I have struck gold.
If you have been following my previous blogs you will know that I left my on off spanking partner when I had to move down South because of my job, having enjoyed the delights of spanking & occasionally spanked, you can imagine the empty feeling that it leaves inside.
Well all of this might change.
I wont go into all the details of the meeting I had with this woman from work, just to say we found we had a lot in common, and we did get round to talking about spanking, it took a rather long journey round the houses to get there, but it was worth it in the end.
We haven't made a date to meet up to spank, but we have decided to take the time to get to know each other better first, discussion, over dinner, what we like about spanking and being spanked.
I mentioned this site, and she said she had heard of it, giving me a wink, so not sure if she is on here or not.
Well I hope you all have a good weekend.
In the meantime I will have a look at what other people are watching, and think of what is potentially to come my way.
So finally got new lines from Mr G. No more writing the lines backwards thank goodness, though i got the hang of it in the end.
But i really dont know what Mr G thinks about when he decides on them, coz they just get more daft. This time its...........
I must do my lines in straight lines, or I'll cross the line.
I do know he does find them rather amusing and knowing i think they are just silly amuses him even more.
But ofcourse i am doing them like the good little sub that i am. :)
Thank you Mr G, love u xxxxxxxx
Just last night at around 6:30 pm my time I had my 9 year old brother ask my mom if we can have a baby pig cause I really want a baby pig and my mom told him NO!!! So then when he told me what she said I got my ass out of bed went and started cussing her out. My dad told me to stop the cursing but never did turn me over his knees to spank my butt.
174, this must be the place. I rang the bell and heard a muffled "just a minute" then the sound of someone stubbing their toe, and then "damn!" The door opened and she was dressed in pantyhose, heels and a short silk blouse. Must be her spanking outfit I thought. Nice.
"Come on in, Did you get the Kettle One?"
"Got you covered" I replied and entered holding up a paper bag from the package store, and then threw in a "nice place."
"Thanks. I think they call it Art nouveau"
"My place is a little more bohemian, I think they call it Art Garfunkel"
"You are funny. I like that about you."
I smile and follow those long shapely legs and her pantyhosed covered firm ass into the living room while side stepping mounds of stripper outfits in small piles on the floor.
"Be a dear and pour us some drinks" she says, and removes a heel to rub her foot.
"Stub your toe?" I watch her do a stork pose while she rubs. I look around for a couple of clean glasses and spy a bar.
"Yes, damn it. Stupid coffee table."
"Kiss and make better?"
She smiles and with hands on hips places her foot on a small ottoman (a foot stool, not a person) and wiggles her toes. I take my cue and kneel before a marvelous pair of legs and start kissing her stockinged toes.
"Ready for your spanking naughty boy?" she asks a bit coy.
"You bet" I reply as best I can with a mouth full of her toes, and run my hand up one stockinged leg with hopes of reaching her thigh.
"Not so fast Spanky" and slaps my hand away "we're going to have some fun soon, I promise. You pour the drinks and I'll go find a paddle."
"Check the panty drawer" (women always keep the paddle in the panty drawer).
She smiles and walks down the hall, stopping once to look back and make sure I was watching her ass. I was.
(to be continued, if you like)
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its been a long busy day today... first I slept in which I don't usually get to do but it did me a world of good... I dreamt of bein spanked last night... I only remember bits n pieces of it but as I was thinkin of spankings before bedtime I guess they slipped into my dreams as well... at one point I was bein spanked playfully by dave n another point I was bakin cookies for a party n my next memory was a hard paddle spankin by a faceless man lol... so I think it was a good dream haha... then I had a birthday party for one of my granddaughters today ( she turns 5 in Oct but they had her party early due to huntin season).. I made 150 choc covered pb balls for that party.. they had a piñata at the party n my son filled it with rotton veggies from the garden.. oh my u should have seen the looks on the kids faces.. I'm crackin up all over again thinkin about it .. they did have candy filled baggies handed to them afterwards.... then straight from there to another granddaughters baby shower... just got back home around 7:15...the temps dropped a lot today so I couldn't wait to come home n slip into my warm flannel nightie n thick fuzzy socks... mmmmmm a mug of hot cocoa n I'm all set...
I am beginning to get in touch wih my inner sissy but need some help in doing so. I prefer a dominant female or TG/TS but I'm willing to accept guidance from select dominat males.
I believe that the hairbrush, bathbrush and paddle can be very effective teachers. I would like to be taught to suck sissy clits and boy cocks and I'd like to be traind to swallow their inevitable emmissions. But my remaining male pride won't allow me to even try.
Do you think your hairbrush, bathbrush and paddles can persude me to begin oral service to sissies and boy cocks?
How many sessions with each implement would be necessary? How many swats? How hard? Over my panties, bare or both? I can take several dozen of the brush otk although I do a lot of wiggling but I would probably have to be restrained to take the paddle.
Do any of you have experience with this kind of training? What would your training program consist of?
In the meantime I can only fantasize and self spank while I await responses.
Humbly yours, CH4
The attachments for the restraints are all in place.
Two big fat cushions are positioned in the middle of the bed where they’ll thrust her unmarked tender bottom up high in the air where it’ll be the perfect target for the descending cane.
The die and the key to which spanking corresponds to which number are handy on the bedside table.
Anna too is ready for what is to come. She’s wearing her slinkiest silk blouse, as chosen earlier by Mr A, and she has on the cuffs and anklets with which she’ll be restrained. Her guts, however, are doing flip-flops of fear and anticipation. Very soon now, a good sturdy forsythia rod will be cracking down onto her bare bottom, causing her agony.
She finds she’s hardly breathing with the dread, and takes a few deep slow breaths to steady herself.
Just in time. It’s time. She must throw the die and learn what she’s in for.
It seems as though the die is never going to stop spinning before it comes to rest. One. 24 strokes to be administered as Mr A wishes, fast or slow, regular or irregular.
Oh my. A scary one. Twenty-four strokes is daunting enough, but she finds the uncertainty of how they’ll be delivered hard to handle. Hard and fast would have her squirming and whimpering for sure. Irregular would almost certainly have her crying out as she is taken by surprise. She wouldn’t be able to trust regular because that could change at any moment . . .
Still, she says nothing, and climbs onto the bed where she positions herself meticulously over the cushions. Too meticulously? Is she really taking such care to have her bum perfectly placed? Or is it a pretext to gain a few extra seconds before the onslaught starts?
Whatever, her ankles are soon secured together and to the centre of the footboard, then each wrist to its own side of the headboard. For the next agonising minute or two now she’s not going anywhere much at all.
“But I’ll do my best to be quiet and not try to twist away,” she promises herself, conscious all the time of the clenching in her belly. Fear and arousal. A potent blend.
Her trim little bottom, so naked to the air and so vulnerable, feels enormous. An unmissable target soon to be the source of pain that will seem to invade her whole body.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Three in quick succession. Her legs jerk straight, pushing her up off the cushion for a moment before she eases herself down again. Ouch, that hurt. Did it really hurt that much last time, or had she forgotten? She must have forgotten, or why else would she have let herself in for this again?
The seconds pass. Mr A has moved around the bed, but she doesn’t look. Tries to brace herself for whatever is to come next.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Three again! Harder, and harder to take, but still she holds herself silent and in place other than an involuntary kick of her shackled feet.
Mr A’s bare feet are round to her right again. What will it be this time? No good wondering, though. What’s to happen will happen whether she likes it or not, whether she can take it or not. But surreptitiously she twists her hands around and grasps the cord that’s securing her wrists. Holding on to help herself hold on.
Crack! Crack! Crack! And this time she really jerks at the intensity of the pain. Still able to remain silent, though. Feet pad around behind her, reappear on her left. Of its own accord her bottom clenches in protest against the inevitable.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Twelve, she counts, at the same time as Mr A announces that she’s at twelve and halfway. By now she’s panting and squirming, and pain has pushed awareness of anything other than the swish of the cane and the throbbing of her bottom to the edges of consciousness. All she can wonder is whether the pattern of threes will hold, or whether it’s about to change for the second half of her beating.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Aaagh! Too soon! Caught her by surprise! And as the pain continues to mount her contortions become stiff and jerky as she struggles against her body’s instinct to twist her away, anywhere away, to escape the inescapable descent of the cruel stick.
Where the hell is he now? When will the next strokes come? Another three? Is that pattern about to change? She finds herself holding her breath in the effort to steel herself against the knowledge of pain to come.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Aagh! Aagh! She cries out, she can’t help herself, but as the count reaches eighteen there’s also relief. If the strokes are all to come in threes, the end is in sight. Two more sets, and it’ll be over. Maybe she can get through without totally disgracing herself? Her whole body is now clenched rigid in the attempt. “Only six more! Only six more!” she repeats to herself like a mantra.
Although why she should feel the need to stifle her cries and hold herself in place is a bit of a mystery. The double-glazed windows are closed, so she could shriek pretty loudly without bringing the neighbours around to find out what’s going on. She is firmly restrained, so struggle as she might, there’s no way she could get out of the path of the cane whistling down. Somehow, though, she feels she must be as brave as she can, even though she knows silent stoicism is out of her reach.
Nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one. Harder. She bucks. She kicks. She gives a series of breathy cries. Still, she keeps her bottom where it belongs on top of the cushions, desperately clenching and unclenching, but not twisting away. Locks herself rigid again.
Twenty-two and twenty-three and twenty-four. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Writhing, kicking, bucking as the pain mystically continues to mount for second after second after the last three strokes whack down on top of existing welts.
And then she subsides into the stillness of blissful relief that it’s over.
Oh my, that was painful. And wonderful.
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