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The second time Rache got a spanking, the circumstances were a little different!
As i mentioned before, i lived in a shared warehouse apartment. The 2 Yanks were away for the weekend in Vermont and the Argentinian, Irvin, worked at night in a restaurant. So Rache was coming over for the night for some fun and some much over due discipline. She'd been getting away with murder for far too long and well did she know it!
We'd arranged to go out for an early dinner then back to the apartment for 9ish. Irvin never arrived home before midnight at the very earliest.
So 6-45 in rolls Rache with not a care in the world. We'd arranged to meet at 6. She was in enough trouble already without giving me any more excuse.
However! What she hadn't bargained for was that Irving had left early, saying he needed to do some shopping before work (buying some weed probably) and he'd catch me tomorrow as he had a date after work. Happy days!!
So Rache was a little taken back when i told her to go and place her hands on the shelf (which was approx' 4ft off ground level) and stick her bottom out. She started to protest, saying about Irving but i' told her he'd left. So then she said about dinner and i told her we were already late and another half hour wouldn't matter and in any case Irving wasn't going to be back til tomorrow. She realised she was fighting a losing battle and quickly did as she'd been told.
I went behind her unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs making her step out of it, her knickers followed in a similar fashion. Now she stood naked from the waist down, in anticipation of what was to follow.
I placed my left hand on her pubis so as to push her bottom out, letting my fingers seek out her wetness. I spoke softly into her ear, telling her what a naughty girl she was and that she was going to get a very long, hard, bare bottom spanking. She was shaking like a leaf but it wasn't from fear. I stroked and caressed her gorgeous, perfectly pert ass until she was grinding herself back into my hand. I was harder than a witches nipple on a crisp winters morning!
I started spanking her slowly and methodically one cheek then the other, not too hard but enough to get her attention. My other hand was still on her pubis and she was desperately trying to grind down on my fingers but i wasn't allowing that yet and i told her just that! As the spanking continued, so did the ferocity. I plunged my fingers into her soaking wetness and upped the tempo. She was on the verge of cumming so i withdrew my fingers and delivered a final round of hard and fast spanks before sinking my best friend deep inside her whilst she clung on to the shelf for all she was worth. By the time we'd composed ourselves it was gone 7-30 and we were both ravenous! We walked out of my room, heading for the stairs, just as Irving was walking out of his. He had his usual stoned grin on, only this time it was much wider! I couldn't help grinning myself. But Rache was absolutely mortified, her face was nearly as red as her ass. I said that i thought he'd gone shopping. To which he replied he'd left his wallet behind. I don't know how long he'd been back and i didn't really care, it was too late to worry about that. Rache however, thought a lot differently. It was a good few weeks until she could show her face there again. She was never late after that night though! ;-)
I did give her a good thrashing with my belt later that night. Only after i'd checked that Irving wasn't in the apartment anywhere and i'd bolted the apartment door on her insistence.
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It has been sometime indeed since I have been on here.This time of year is always crazy for me,what with the general mayhem which surrounds the approaching state examinations and the multitudes of people willing to break down my door to spread the panic and confusion. At this stage I am sick to death of telling people to just breathe and do your best. However for now there is peace,until the results come out in August,then the real fun starts.
Two weeks ago Jen surprised me with a weekend trip to Paris. A bit of a dirty weekend in store you might say. I asked my brother,hence forth known as CHIEF KNUCKLE HEAD,to keep an eye on my niece and my house. Jen and I set off and once in Paris we spoiled ourselves;Spa treatments,massages and lots of wine. We met up with some old friends that we know there and had a wonderful sexy time.Many bottoms were spanked.It was a nice break from the stresses of work for us both,I telephoned my niece and my brother twice each and was assured that 'everything was great'.Unfortunately,Monday arrived and we went back to the airport for our flight to Cork.Arriving in Cork we go got lost trying to find Jenny's car. We were too excited leaving to make note of where she parked,but once we located the car we headed off to West Cork and home.
I first realised something was wrong when Jen drove up the driveway to our house and there was a large van parked there.On the side of the van it read ' General House Maintenance,Plastering Carpentry,etc;'. Before Jen had even stopped the car I was out and running. I went into my house to be greeted by a friend of my niece who loudly exclaimed the word 'shit' upon seeing me. There was a few more of my niece's friends around the house,all busy cleaning. My niece appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked visibly shaken. Instead of saying 'hello.how was your trip?', I was met with 'We didn't expect you back so early'. Jen came in the house and immediately ran upstairs. Jen has a filing cabinet where she keeps documents for work. I heard Jen exclaim.I went upstairs,warning my niece not to move. In our bedroom a carpenter was busy fixing our built in wardrobe,another man was fixing plaster board in our ensuite bathroom. I lost it. I caught hold of my niece and demanded to know what had happened. Jen ran downstairs and called from the kitchen that there was a big mess. It turned out that my brother only checked my niece once and so my niece invited all her friends and and their friends to my house on the Saturday night for a party. This party got out of hand.Drink was taken,people vomited.The bedrooms were used for goodness only knows what.The lock on my study door was damaged. A painting of Jenny was knocked and the frame smashed. There was numerous stains on our floors,from drink,food and vomit. I lined up all my niece's friends and demanded they start cleaning,no one was going home until the whole place was cleaned. My niece's boyfriend came in and turned to run.but Jen was too quick for him and caught hold of his hoody almost choking him in the process. The cleaning was done and the workmen finished the repairs. My brother phoned thinking I was not back yet,he was checking on my niece. I threatened to break his legs if he came near the house. I cannot just take a little break away without everyone resorting back to cavemen mentality.
The following day I was at college when I got a phone call from the local garda in my village. He warned me off having anymore wild parties. I told him I had been in Paris,but he refused to believe me,the little shit. It seems that my niece's boyfriend's rock band had a impromptu performance in my garden. Since they only play rock and heavy metal I have no doubt that the sound traveled. I spent all of that evening driving around my neighbour's with Jen making sure no one had been disturbed. I was told that the noise was 'terrible' and that there was a lot of skulduggery on the roads around my property during the early hours of that Sunday morning.
My niece is not out of trouble yet. Believe me she has not got a penny to her name right now. She and her twit friend's have had to pay for the damage. Every evening she and her boyfriend and a group of their friends are painting fences on my property as well as redecorating my living room. I cannot believe my brother. I have managed to track him down since,Jenny even gave him a thump and I threatened to kick his shins but settled for dinner. There is now peace at home. I am spending my days going for long walks. In July Jen and I will return to France for our annual holiday.My niece will be coming with us and my first cousin will move into our house.
Now I must relax again and think of the five bottoms I spanked in Paris,yummy!
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“She comprehended the perversity of life, that in the struggle lies the joy.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
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Just a little bit!
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So anyway – Goldipox sets off down the road and turns onto the narrow path leading through the forest.
She is feeling pretty good to be away from her stepmother’s clutches in fact. She is whistling a little tune in time with her i-pod as she toddles along, pushing the wheelbarrow and smoking a joint.
After a few hundred metres or so she comes to a small clearing in which there are gathered several men, mostly dressed in green clothing. They are enthusiastically flogging the only woman present, who is naked except for a pair of white French knickers and who is tied securely to a beech tree.
Upon seeing Goldipox they stop what they are doing and fix their gaze on her. Then the one who appears to be the leader struts up to her and strikes a theatrical pose with his fists resting on his hips.
“Well well well! And who ith thith then?” he lisps. “What bringth you into our little glade?”
Goldilocks fixes him with a malevolent stare. “What the fuck is it to you Twatface? I’m Goldipox as it happens! Who the fuck are you is more to the point?”
Her inquisitor assumes an offended expression and replies:
“Why – I am Robin Hood and theth are my merry men – well except the girl obviously!” He throws back his head and laughs loudly. “You thimply mutht have heard of uth?” He points at the thickset oaf of a man who is standing on his left. “Thith is Big John!”
Goldipox looks unimpressed. “Don’t you mean “Little” John?” she asks contemptuously.
Robin adopts a smug expression. “I think I know him thlightly better than you do thweetie!” he sneers. “And the gentleman in the monk’th habit here is Friar Tuck!”
“Oh yes – Friar Fuck – I’ve heard all about him!” smirks Goldipox. “he is a bit of a celebrity down at St Agatha’s.
Robin again looks pained. “Tuck!” he corrects her. “His name is Tuck! T-U-C-K”
Goldilocks shakes her head. “That ain’t what the choirboys at St Agatha’s are calling him!”
Several of the Merrie Men turn to give the Friar some inquisitive glances.
“And over there is Maid Marion,” continues Robin, ignoring the crack and pointing to the woman who is lashed to the tree.
“MAID?? “ splutters Goldipox, incredulously. “MAID? You must be fucking joking Sunbeam. I know HER alright and her name sure as hell ain’t fucking Marion! Her name is Doris and she has felt more dick inside her than the entire Giants’ cheerleading squad!”
Robin looks distinctly uncomfortable. His neat little world is being fast eroded by this precocious interloper and he judges that it’s time to re-establish his authority - otherwise his Merrie Men might start to get a little rebellious.
“Alright Miss Gobby Pants!” he growls. “You’ve had your fun - now hand over the stuff in your wheelbarrow -or else!”
“Or else WHAT?” asks Goldipox with an air of indifference. “They don’t look so “merrie” to me anyway - more like a bunch of poofs!”
“Or ELSE me and my Merrie Men are going to treat you to a gangbang!” snarls Robin, in his best intimidating tone.
Goldipox feigns pretence of weighing up her options. “Okay – then I will take the gangbang please. I am in no particular hurry to get to grandma’s place. Besides - you lot probably won’t find her presents to your liking - unless you are all as queer as you look!
"And you better wear condoms on your dicks – those of you that have them that is!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” roars Robin. “We don’t use stupid fucking condoms. We are roughty-toughty badass outlaws who serve the “meat” raw!”
“Suit yourself!” retorts Goldipox, hoisting her petticoats and pulling down her pants. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you – these pimples on my pussy ain’t beauty spots you know!”
With that her would-be assailants seem a touch taken aback. They go into a huddle and when they emerge the mood appears to have shifted somewhat.
“Erm – It seems that the guyth here are feeling a little hungover from attending the Pixieth’ pot-party latht night!” says Robin, by way of explanation. “We will take the presenth after all, if you don’t mind!”
“I wouldn’t if I were you Twatface!” smirks Goldipox. “My Uncle Alfonso is Godfather of the Toytown Mafia. You take his Momma’s prezzies and he will send his Goblins over to cut off your dicks. Then they will turn them into sausages and sell them to the Chinese caterers who are handling Solly Abrams’ bar-mitzvah party.”
Robin and his Merrie Men suddenly turn very pale and are looking decidedly less (forgive the pun) “gay” than before. This Goldipox is clearly not a doll to be messed with.
"Okay – well in that case you can go.” He says, amongst much confirmatory nodding from the others.
So Goldilocks reluctantly pulls up her pants and disappointedly trudges off down the path,
“Fucking lightweights!” she shouts back at them. She had rather fancied a gangbang to be honest but life seemed to be full of disappointments these days. “Oh well,” she sighs aiming a kick at a discarded beer can on the side of the path. “Shit happens!”
Meanwhile Robin smoulders impotently under the insult. He glares at Goldipox until she disappears round a bend in the path before picking up his whip and turning to the hapless Doris - aka “Maid” Marion. She is charging them fifty quid a head for the privilege of flogging her, on the express understanding that she is still a fresh young virgin!
The way he saw it, there ought to be a case to answer under the Trades Descriptions Act?
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Sadly, this new video (once approved) will be the last video of myself and my current spanker. He was glad to fulfill both of our dreams for a short time but he has transitioned on to other avenues of life. I hope you all have enjoyed and will continue to enjoy the videos we've put out. It was fun while it lasted and I know now that my dream is even more realistic than I had hoped. There are over 7 billion people on this planet. If you haven't found the right one, then I say you are not traveling enough! I know I'm not ;)
Well Wishes and Warm Regards,
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I met Rache one night whilst working a local night club. She was 18, quite stunning, fantastic figure with one of the best asses i've ever seen and she was a lot of fun with it. I was 24,easy going, laid back with an eye for a pretty girl and a pert ass. Anyway, she flirted around me for most of the night and seemed to get on really well with the girlfriend of one of my mates. When the music finished and everyone was leaving she was still chatting with her. My mate asked me if i fancied going back to theirs for a couple drinks, apparently Lynne had invited Rache. So to cut a short story long! I ended up having a few beers and chatting endlessly with Rache long after the other 2 had gone to bed. We really hit it off and didn't look back for nearly 5 years.
It wasn't too long after we'd been going out, that Rache told me about an incident concerning her and a guy she used to hang out with before she met me. She told me that one day he'd spent a couple hours washing and waxing his car and she decided to throw some mud at it. She was an extremely mischievous girl! Anyway he was a rugby player and apparently he just threw her over his shoulder, took her into the house, sat down, hauled her over his knee, bared her ass and gave a spanking she obviously hadn't forgotten! I didn't say too much at the time but inside i was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and thanking the universe for answering my prayers. So it wasn't too long after that revelation that she found herself bare assed over my knee! And boy did she respond well to it. She was a headstrong, rebellious girl by nature and as previously mentioned very mischievous. I had died and gone to heaven.
Rache got spanked in all kinds of places. My van, the beach, my place, her mums place, the woods, tents both in UK and California, hotels here and there too and probably other places that don't spring to mind.
There are 5 incidents that really stick in my mind. And what follows is the first one.
We were both working in California for just over a year! She was a Nursery Nurse (Nanny) And i had work with some builders. Hers was a live in job and i shared a warehouse apartment with 3 other blokes, 2 Yanks and an Argentinian. So although i had my own room, the walls were really thin. Needless to say, we didn't have a lot of spanking action. However, we went down to Santa Cruz for a night (she lived in Berkley and i was in Oakland) and found a nice hotel to stay at and have some fun! We checked in, went for dinner (Well! We may have tested the bed out first) then headed back to the hotel. We got pretty wasted and decided to have a shower together. Things were getting pretty steamy! In more ways than one :-)) Anyway at some point i ended up sitting on the edge of the bath, with Rache laying over my knees getting her ass (which was long over due for such treatment) very soundly spanked while the shower water cascaded down on her delicious derrier. I have no idea how long this went on for, i was never in a hurry to get it over with though, so was probably quite a while. So when everything was over and we'd regained our senses so to speak! We climbed out the bath, only to be stood in a good 6 inches of water. Whoops! Luckily the floor was very well tiled, so the room below didn't get it. So there's the first installment. Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed ;-)
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I am reminded of this little song from my childhood.Hope it gives you a giggle. The original artist was Ken Dodd......So sing-a-long.
" Daddy came home from work tired,his boss had been diving mad.
Then the kids started howling,the dog bite him too.
His dinner was nothing but warmed left-over stew.
We think it was then he decided,that up to the rooftop he would go.
He was about jump off when ! ,we kids started singing below.
Please dont jump off the roof Dad ,you will make hole in the yard.
We have just planted petunia's ,The digging and weeding was hard.
So if you must get it over,please give us kids a break.
Just take a walk to the park Dad,Then there you can jump in the lake".
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Would you like to spank my ass?
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Piece of piss! Nice one darling! XX I'm gonna do it in installments. The blog that is lol!
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I spent forever last night writing about some of my spanking adventures with an ex of over 20 years back. I'm just testing something a friend suggested concerning cutting, pasting and wot not. Hang on! This could be a techno phobic break through for this old geeza! ;-)
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We are writing to inform you that your daughter Sylvia has cut class again today. This is now the 3rd time that this has happened, and, as stated in our student manual, requires a parent-teacher conference followed by a 3 day suspension from school.
Please contact us at your earliest convenience so that we can make arrangements for a mutually agreeable time for the conference.
We hope that you will take this urgent matter very seriously and see to it that Sylvia receive the necessary discipline that she is so very much lacking.
Mr. Joseph P. McIntyre
Vice Principal of Discipline
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In view of our holiday weekend, I thought some might enjoy this photograph of an American eagle perched on a tombstone in Fort Snelling National Cemetery, Minneapolis, MN. He seems to be watching over the graves. Accompanying article says there is no indication of Photoshop and a cemetery employee reports eagles are often seen in the area.
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The following letter has its basis in a real lunch meeting with jean.
As I think back to the wonderful lunch we had, the fantasy part of my mind began to add things that didn't happen. I thought it would be fun to rewrite our meeting and accommodate the fantasies that have come to mind, at least to my mind. Please indulge me for a while and I hope you enjoy reading it. This fits in with what I have read in other places as "The Best Fuck I Never Had."
Finally, we were going to meet. It had been a while coming, but good things are worth the wait. I couldn't help but be a little nervous, after all I hardly ever found someone willing to meet in real life. Other than a nice lunch, a determination of "chemistry" was to be the goal of the day. I felt confident that I could make your toes curl if I had the chance. But the question was, would I have the chance.
We met at the arranged time and place. When I saw you begin to get out of your car, I stared at your long, stocking clad legs and the way your tight skirt hugged your hips and full bottom. I felt like going over to you and stopping you from moving until I had ran my hands up your legs as far as they could go and then back down again. The thought of touching you so intimately produced a definite reaction in me. So evident, in fact, that you noticed my "growth" when I stood up. You mentioned something witty about being glad to help a good man to keep it up.
Over lunch we talked about a great many things, what we liked and didn't like, things that held our interest, etc. Of course we spent most of the time talking about spanking, bondage, people we met and shared our lifestyle with. I knew that we were trying to determine whether chemistry developed between us. At one point I asked you about a sign that would indicate a desire to explore further. You asked me what it would be that I would want. I would want you to go into the restroom and take off your panties, bring them back to the table while holding them in your hand and then give them to me. Your eyes glistened and then you made a simple comment, "Oh my". You told me that you did have to go to the ladies room anyway, so you would be back in a few minutes.
True to your promise, you returned quickly and sat down. Smiling at me you said that you had something to give me and reached your hand under the table. If it was what I thought it was, you were trying to be discreet, however, I wanted a more submissive attitude from you. Instead of following your lead and reaching my hand under the table to meet yours, I held my hand out, open palm up, above the table. You blushed at the idea that someone else might see what we were doing, but I showed my insistence by staring into your eyes and shaking my hand. You swallowed and said "ok". You reached your clenched hand over the table to meet mine. I lowered my hand a few inches so you would have to drop them onto my palm. In an instant I felt your panties in my hand, they were very pretty and very small. I remember you telling me that you wore thong panties. I asked you how you felt and you told me embarrassed and excited. With a grin on my face I told you it was time to leave.
I was aware of the time and I knew you had a meeting back at work, but there was one more thing I wanted to do. After walking to your car I told you to get in and drive me to the far end of the parking lot. It only took a moment to drive the short distance, after which I told you to turn the car off. "Please get into the back seat," I told you. After I joined you there, I instructed you to turn around and with your knees on the seat, lean over the back of the seat. You began to object, and I told you that it wouldn't take long if you obeyed me. I think I heard a whimper from you as you turned around, giving me my first real look at your bottom. "Do you know what I am going to do?" I asked. No, you said, but knew it wouldn't be long before you found out. I ran my hands over your skirt covered ass. I am going to give you your belated birthday spanking. You began to object again so I took your panties from my pocket and pushed them into your mouth, stopping you mid sentence. I raised your skirt over your hips and gave each mound a kiss before I started the spanking. It certainly wasn't a hard spanking, but after I was finished you would be sure to feel this spanking for the next few hours. I spanked you, alternating between cheeks, and after every ten I would stop and let my fingers probe your pussy checking for wetness. After the second "probing" and feeling how dripping wet you pussy was, I took your panties from your mouth and wiped your pussy and then put them back into your mouth. After finishing with the required birthday number, I told you that you were getting ten more, harder ones, because you objected a couple of times to what I asked you to do. I told you that you were lucky that you had to get back to work because the ten you were getting should be one hundred instead.
I soothed and cuddled you for a few minutes until it was time for you to go back to work. I promised a much more leisurely and fulfilling time, the next time we met.
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Its Video Time
I have just gotten two horrible spankings in a row, with a lot of new crazy punishments that Daila found interesting in my blog comments and emails that we have recieved from many of you. She really hopes that you all enjoy watching me have terribly nasty things done to me...like having to take an ice cold shower, getting spanked over my cold, wet, white underwear, getting spanked hard while trying to retain a two quart enema, etc. And that is just from last nights spanking.
The second video (Which is in the process of being edited as I type) was taken while I was spanked hard in a funky new position with my knees on two separate chairs so that my legs were good and spread apart with my hands on the floor...all the while getting spanked hard with a fig in my ass, being occasionally fucked with the fig, then bent over the bed to be spanked hard again and eventually fucked with a monsterous cucumber that felt like I was giving birth over and over again.
Daila hopes you will come visit her new store at:
She has already put the first new video up, you can see a preview of it at her store, as well, we are working on submitting a longer preview here on Spanking Tube for everyone to enjoy.
Daila wants to make it easy on everyone to get the video so she is offering it at a reduced price of $5.00 for as long as the video stays in the new video list on the main page of Spanking Library. But, you have to hurry because she has said that she will definately bring the price back up once it is no longer considered a new video.
Now she is saying that the is even going to reduce the price of our other two videos that are on Spanking Library for the same amount of time.
*I am really not liking the idea that she is quite literally putting my ass up for sale on the internet.
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I know a 34 year old female in Missouri who needs a hard spanking.
Anyone wanna give it to her in Missouri ?
if so, reply here or message me.
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They say watch what you ask for.. Well how true. I asked my wife for a spanking the other night & she agree. I needed some real stress relief & she knew it.
I collected up all my implements and laid them on the dining room table. I took a shower & put on my black spanking panties. I came out of the bathroom & she was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had me bend over the island in our kitchen.
She proceeded to beat me with each of them. First 20 with the thin wooden paddle, looks like a big paint stirrer but heavier. She made me count. Then 20 with the wooden hairbrush. Next was 20 with the leather strap, about 1.5" wide & 1/4 in thick. When she went to the big acrylic paddle, about 12" long & 4" wide, it was tough to keep counting. It is big enough to cover the whole bottom. She stopped after that & was rubbing it but decided I was not done. She pulled my panties up high & gave me 20 more with assorted implements on my bare cheeks.
After that I was sent to the bedroom to stand in the corner for a while. When she came in she told me to bend over the bed & she pushed a vibrator in my ass & then told me to stand up and masturbate in front of her.
Was a wild night & I was sore the next day. Kept thinking about it every time I sat down.
As the say, watch out what you ask for..... On second thought I guess I will keep asking!
What is to be expected when I am due for a spanking? "Mabel, please stand at the corner and I will call you over when I am ready for you" Corner time is the time to reflect on why I am at this predicament in the first place. It is usually due to my many previous occasions of been a brat. Hands on top of my head.
Sometimes I am stripped completely naked waiting for this spanking to start. My disciplinarian believes that if I have been naughty, I do not deserve any modesty. I will try to cover my breasts but to no avail. No fidgeting when you are at the corner or he will walk over and smack your legs. Ouch. During corner time, I am usually not completely well-behaved yet. It is only when the spanking starts that I give in and understand that he is in control.
My next spanking is just around the corner. I have been particularly naughty recently. Not watching on my diet and I know that I deserve this one for motivation.
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The GreatWar 1914-1918
In Flanders Fields
Flanders Poppy on the First World War battlefields.
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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I had totally forgotten that I had written this little snippet for Lori until I stumbled across it on Saturday, whilst perusing my Blogspot. A prize for anyone who can correctly guess what this is about, as it is indeed about a specific thing. And, no Lori, you can't claim the prize.
I sit in the ante-room to the odd building, not at all what I was expecting it to be like. But then what was I expecting?
I don't know really, but certainly not this large new building, all steel, and tinted glass. The door opens, and in you walk, at last we meet!
I'm about to stand to greet you, when the woman behind you says, "Sit down there please, Lori," pointing at the chair opposite me, "and no talking."
She leaves the two of us and goes down the corridor to my back. We both look at each other, I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. So often, I had thought of what our first meeting would be like, never had anything like this crossed my mind.
We both hear the clip-clop of returning footsteps down the hall. Two sets of footfalls, one the distinctive sound of female high heels, the other the sound of male feet. They both enter the foyer area; the man speaks.
"You both know why you have been called in here," he says, his voice slow and even, looking us both in our eyes, "this is the only way we can restore our integrity and your reputations. You both agree to accept your punishment from us?"
We both nod slowly, but in unison.
"I want you to be aware," he continues, "this will be a real punishment session. No safe words."
Again we both nod, I notice you swallow hard at his words. The male turns to his female partner and says. "You are more than capable of handling this on your own, so I will leave these two in your charge."
He then leaves the three of us, the woman motions for us to follow her. Again the corridor echoes with the sound of footsteps, each footfall bouncing off the glass and steel walls, the sound is cacophonic. I wonder to myself if a step make this much noise, what will the sound of a falling cane, or a cry of pain sound like in this odd building?
I know I won't have long to wait to find out. We follow the woman through a door, into an enormous bare room.
Bare except that is for a chair, and a massage table, the type with the head hole in, so you can lie face down in comfort. I don't expect much comfort for either of us over the next hour or so.
The wall on the far side of the room consisted of eight large panes of tinted glass.
The roof lighting turning the panes effectively into mirrors. I wonder to myself if people going past can see in through the glass?
Then I notice the rack on the wall nearest to us, an assorted collection of canes, paddles, and tawses. I wonder how many we will taste before being released from here. The woman sits down on the seat.
We will start with a little reflective corner time for the two of you," she says. "first though, I need to get you both prepared. Lori you first, please."
Her hand beckons you toward her. "Hands on the top of your head please," she instructs, as you stand in front of her.
Her fingers go to the hem of you black skirt; she starts lifting your skirt upwards, not for the first time since arriving here I feel a stirring in my loins. Your skirt finishes its upward journey, and she tucks it into it's waistband. Your blue lace panties now on show above your black hold ups, on show not for long though, as her fingers now go to the waistband of your knickers.
You make a startled noise, and you look as if you are about to protest.
"Silence, Lori!" she warns you, "you will have plenty of time to make a noise soon enough."
Your knickers are soon at your ankles. Then she motions me over, I slowly walk across to your side. Her hands reach across to the top of my trousers; they undo the button, then the zipper. Soon enough my trousers like your knickers, are now mere ankle warmers, with no sign of embarrassment or apprehension she then pulls down my boxers. My semi-erect cock now at her eye level.
"OK, the two of you can now go and stand in that corner," she orders us, "noses to the glass."
Standing there, knowing that you are practically naked from the waist down only inches away from me has the undesired effect. My cock now hardens completely, I can feel it bob up and down slowly in front of me.
The torment of not being able to move my hands from the top of my head to rub it is awful. Though I know we will have much more terrible torments ahead of us. The five minutes finish though they felt like five hours.
Her voice seems to boom across the room.
"I think it will be ladies first, Lori, we will start with a brisk over the knee spanking. Tomas stay where you are, nose to the glass."
I hear you walk across the room. I listen to the scraping of the chair legs on the tiled floor as she moves you into the ideal position. I hear the first few slaps of your spanking echo through the room.
My cock cries a little tear of sympathy for you.