Will be in Hong Kong for a few nights at the end of November and beginning of December. Any spankos in Hong Kong on here? If so, and you're interested in chatting with a view to possibly getting together while I'm there, drop me a line! Plus, any recommendations for places to see and visit always welcome! :)
I've been browsing through our back catalogue :-) Amazingly there are 44 distinct films. Are there any from the following list anyone wants to see again? PM me.
3. Adverse reactions
5. Summer Sizzlers
6. Just Pain
8. Weight Loss 2
9. Four Minute Warning
10. Paying the Price
11. Fun Times
14. Little Bit
15. Christmas Roast – 2 versions
16. Hard Times
17. Birthday Bash
18. Naughty Girl
19. Pleasuring Ms E
21. Worth the Wait
23. No messing
24. Dragon Cane
25. Red Wine
26. Royal Salute
27. The Governess
28. Caning Erotica
29. Ms E and the Wand
31. Man Up
32. Post Christmas
35. Belated Birthday
36. Tohiti Cane
38. Humiliation News (CBT)
39. Ten Twenty Thirty
41. Hot Summer
43. Table Fun
It has been a while since you’ve been subjected to any of my ramblings but I have one or two things to mention.
You may have noticed that I’ve tended to post videos for a relatively short period before taking them down again. To those of you who post comments, only to see them disappear, I do apologise. The feedback is very much appreciated.
Before the changes to privacy settings it was possible to ‘hide’ a video by making it viewable to friends only. Now it isn’t possible to switch between the two states. A video is posted as public or private and stays that way until deleted. So when we are feeling uncomfortable about the length of time a vid has been up it gets deleted.
Strangely, there is a link in my mind between the length of time a video has been online and the probability of someone copying it and posting elsewhere. If anyone does come across any of our material anywhere other than ST please let me know so I can act to remove it. One did appear on Xhamster about a year ago and an eagle eyed member from here alerted us and it was taken down in a couple of days.
I see the world of Spanking Tube through my old PC where there is no way of saving a video from the site (although obviously screen capture software could be used). Do users of Windows 10 have the ability to save stuff?
Perhaps I ought to update my old machine. I can only run very basic video editing software. To maintain privacy requires carefully angled cameras and cutting out segments where faces can be seen. I’ve no doubt that with better software I could do better. Is there any software anyone would recommend?
Our next video will no doubt follow the caning I’m due on Saturday. The material where Ms E gets a little frisky seems to be popular so I’ll be hooded for this one so she feels less inhibited...she’s quite a shy girl really :-)
Zadok (and Ms. E)
My family is already talking about leftovers! Lawd, I swear they like the leftovers better than the dinner itself! Kim shared this years ago and we all love it. Plus, it’s super easy. Even Ami can make it lol ;-)
Leftover Turkey Deliciousness
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 pounds leftover turkey, chopped
2 cups dried cranberries
1 cup chopped pecans
Stir ingredients together in a large bowl. Cover and chill for at least one hour. Serve in stemware lined with lettuce leaves or use to make sandwiches/wraps.
I’m hosting on Thursday and life officially gets crazy starting tomorrow so I want to wish all y’all a very Happy Spanksgiving now. Have a wonderful day! xoxo
Hubby has been so well behaved, really, he's been a model citizen and because of it, he's not had a punishment spanking for two weeks - that's a really LONG time for me. So when I went to sleep on Friday, I did so with the plan that hubby was going to get a really good maintenance spanking upon waking on Saturday morning. It went like this....
Good morning hun, hope you slept well? I did, thanks. I'm going to the kitchen to fix something to eat, I want you to join me...oh and before you come downstairs, get my hairbrush from the counter. What? No, come on, Ive been good. Yes you have, and I dont want you to forget, this is just a little reminder...But! You're making it worse dear.
He entered the kitchen and handed me the brush. I pulled out the chair. He stood in front of me and I pulled his lounge pants and cute blue panties down to his feet and had him step out of them. Looking at him, he penis started to grow and for some reason, I decided to play. I stood up and took off my pajama bottoms and panties too, sat down and said, now we'redressed alike. His face was in pure shock. I took his hand and guided him over my lap. I could feel his hard-on against my leg. As I spanked and he wriggled, I could feel it getting a little harder, and I could also feel it dripping a little on me too until.....until the real spanking began.
I decided on 250 spanks with the brush. Dont ask why that number, it's arbitrary, I just felt like it, but I decided to deliver them in a very particular manner: 100 to his left cheek, then 100 to his right cheek, then 50 across both of them, no stopping between any of them.
When done, oh boy was his ass red and oh boy was I flipping hot. When he got up, his penis was soft again but it glistened from being pushed around the precum he left on my leg. And at that moment, I got an idea. I stood and told him to remain there. I went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of orange juice. I sat back down and told hubby that he has been very good and I appreciate his efforts and that I was going to reward him for it.
I pulled my t-shirt off and told him to jerk off on my tits. He was in shock. I told him the offer will expire so get moving and giggled as I said it. He started to stroke his penis to hardness. I could tell by the way he kept slowing down that he was trying to delay the inevitable, to make it last longer, but when I started to rub my foot on his leg, he could hold back no longer as he launched a few ropes of cum across my tits. When done, I took a sip of my oj, and told him to clean up. Immediately he got on his knees and licked every drop of his cum off of my body. When done, he said thank you and I replied, you're welcome, but you're not done yet. I spread my legs wide and proceed to enjoy the best 45 minutes in a long time.
The rest of the day was great until he, my sister and I went to dinner and he was a little too opinionated for my liking, which earned him a really good discipline when we got home...from both of us, which concluded with my telling him, "you wont be jerking off for a while, a really long while." Hey sis, would you mind getting his pink tube in my top drawer of my dresser. A few minutes later, "Click."
Based in Oldham, UK and looking to spank young men or women. Few years ago met a 25 yr old man on holiday with his older (30) girl friend and spanked him over my knee in front of her. Was real hot and would love to do again but just as happy with single spankies. Get in touch.
@japan. It was fabulous, my favourite things all under one roof! Good friends, good food, good whiskey! What's not to like? ...oh I'll tell ya....mixing your drinks...apart from buying a glass or two or three of scotch, every stall you encounter they shove free shots at you, so not wanting to be rude, tried all of them, hot rum cider, hot Pimms, whole glass of raspberry and cranberry vodka, red wine from somewhere? White wine from somewhere else, Prosecco with pomegranates! And beer! Inbetween the shots came salted olive oil chocolate, Thai dumplings, Japanese spices pork dumplings....and that's where it ends because I can't remember much else! Oh there was this good looking guy with a piano!!!..Good job Mark was there!..otherwise I'd have gotten up and tinkled with his ivories! Lol.
Shortly after serving as an EMT on 9/11, I was transferred to a fire station in Northern DC with a search and rescue squad. Management thought my experience pulling bodies from the Pentagon may benefit the squad. I couldn’t see why, after all, I only recovered bodies, the goal was lives.
The squad leader, Lieutenant Todd Smith was assigned as my mentor, not just to show me around, but also to monitor my daily activities and health, due to the red flag management had placed on my official record. The wording for my condition in 2001 read “nervous breakdown.” Today, they would call it “PTSD”.
I had lost 20 lbs since 9/11, was emotionally detached from the life and people I knew before, and suffered tremors anywhere outside work. Todd understood. He had a similar flag on his record after returning from the first Gulf War.
Todd was your typical handsome, muscular fireman. He was 35, rugged with constant stubble on his face, with dark hair and eyes. I am 5’8, but next to Todd at 6’ 6, I looked and felt like a kid, and at only 22, I wasn’t far off.
DC required regular health exams for all firemen and EMTs, to assess our fitness for duty. After my first at the new fire house, Todd joined me in the exam room while the doctor read aloud my results. I was sitting on a stretcher, my feet dangling in the air, wearing only a paper hospital gown that was open in the back. Todd and the doctor stood towering over me, both scowling, as now I was down 25 lbs since the attack.
The doctor walked out first, shutting the door behind him. For a minute, Todd was silent. He was in his uniform, arms crossed, and bent forward so his stern eyes were only six inches from my own. When he broke the silence it was with a growl. “Belle, I am going to treat you like a f-en child. I am going to sit you down in the chow hall and watch you clear every bite off your plate before I excuse you from the table. I don’t care how embarrassed you are in front of the squad. And I swear to God, if you lose one more damn pound I am going to spank your bare butt until you howl and dance over my knee. Do you understand me?!?”
I have no doubt Todd saw my bottom clench at his threat, the gown barely covered my front, certainly not my backside. Fortunately, Todd didn’t even wait for an answer, he stormed out, slamming the door just in time to miss my first tear.
I was humiliated, but Todd proved to be much kinder than I first assessed. Despite his threat, he never embarrassed me at meals in front of the men. He gave me regular “I mean it looks” when we ate, and if he thought I lost focus on my plate, he would pinch my thigh under the table, but these signals were discrete and shared only between the two of us.
But Todd’s kindness was not weakness. A month later, the doctor returned. This time I was only down 1 lb, but 1 was enough. After the doctor left the room, Todd calmly and all too quietly leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “I will be at your apartment at 10pm.”
Todd had been to my apartment many times. I didn’t own a car, so Todd would run me home after our shift, and after particularly tough days, he would stay and chat a while - as much for his own emotional health as mine I suspect. The truth is, we were becoming much more than colleagues. I was falling in love.
The knock came promptly at 10. I didn’t know how to dress so I answered in my rescue uniform, and found him still in his. My hand was shaking so hard I fumbled trying to relock the door behind him three times before Todd took pity on me, took my hand in his, and locked the door himself.
On that night, Todd wasn’t there to chat. We didn’t sit on the coach with a glass of wine as we had done so many times before. Instead, Todd kept my hand in his and walked me passed the coach and directly to my room. Without so much as a word, he sat on the edge of my bed, yanked my pants down to my knees, and pulled me by my arm across his knee.
I was already crying. I had been withdrawn for months, I rarely lived in the moment, and was afraid constantly. To me, constant unexplainable fear, that’s PTSD. But here I was, actually in the moment, actually feeling connected to a man, feeling scared for a reason I could explain and rationalize...and so the tears ran before the first smack.
Todd was not moved by my cry, or at least, did not let it influence the spanking. He didn’t start on my round cheeks like most. He started where it hurts the most, just under my panties. And there was no warm up or warning, no pause between swats, he hit me over and over with lightening speed where I was so sensitive even I, an EMT who had felt nothing for months, bawled and begged and screamed in pain.
Within seconds I squirmed completely off his lap. Undeterred he simply stood up, positioned me flat on the bed, and then laid on his side with his upper body across my back facing my bottom. In this position I could squirm no more, much less get my hand around his back to shield my bottom. I could only cry.
So I cried as he continued on my sit spot. And I cried when he pulled my panties to my knees. And I cried as he turned his attention to my globes. And I cried when he paused for a moment to rub his stinging hand on his pants, and then resumed with renewed intensity.
After he rubbed his hand, Todd ceased focusing on one spot at a time, and instead peppered at random every inch of my hide. I was bawling and in such pain I forgot entirely about my modesty. He must have seen every inch of my privacy as I kicked and bent and spread my legs in search of even the smallest reprieve from his hand.
I lost myself on that bed.
Todd didn’t embarrass me further. He left my room as quickly as we had entered, closing the door behind him. And I continued to cry. With my tears, I let fall the tension and emotions I had bottled for far too long.
I fell asleep half naked on top of the blankets. But I awoke the next morning tucked into bed wearing pajamas. I don’t even remember Todd returning to the room.
I posted a blog yesterday about working in a hotel and hotel spankings. I must confess I often fantasise about a lady spanker comeing to the hotel and seeing something wrong and Makeing sure my bottom pays for it lol. Unfortunately this is unlikely to ever happen but one can dream right? Lol
Hi, it’s Cali. As most of y’all know, my husband Joe is vanilla. I’ve never been spanked a day in my entire life. My friend Ami lives the domestic discipline lifestyle with her husband, Elliot. She told me once that going without spanking would be like going without air to breathe. I’m utterly fascinated and I confess, jealous.
Where does the love of punishment originate? The desire to be lovingly corrected? The need to protect and guide? The gift of submission. The honor of authority. Magically rhythmic; so natural. The Dance of Discipline. Like a beautiful waltz.
Ok, it's time for me to move.. Single lades:
-- I am a 50 + y/o man with 27 yr. of r/l
-- I am Not Here To Hook-up Or Here For Sex.
-- If you are just looking for sex, keep looking. There are boys who will stand in a line for a chance at a booty call..
-- If you want to get to know someone and or LTR, keep reading.
-- Have you forgotten you're beautiful?
-- Have you forgotten what it's like to be with a bluntly honest monogamous, loving, caring, firm and strict man that loves keeping your bottom rosey?
-- Are you tired of feeling unwanted?
-- Are you tired of feeling undesired?
-- Are you tired of feeling unloved and unowned?
-- I Hate Marital Drama. Was married to ex for over 27 years and our children did not see discontent between us but did see mommy in a corner. Daughter and mother received a session together.
-- I am a Social Liberal and Financial Conservative. - But Hate Political Drama.
-- I am a Christian Sabbath Keeper.
So 7 of us on the packed train going into London for the Taste of London food and drink festival.
My brother in law Lee turned to Mark and said 'did you two eat before you came out?' 'No' says Mark loudly, 'but she got a good spanking this afternoon...her arse was red!!!' The whole carriage went quiet....I could feel my face turning crimson..and all I could do was stare wide eyed at my husband hoping the look would shut him up. Oh and he got a swift kick to his now bruised shin.