Wednesday, 24 September 2014

a plea for assistance

As much as my intentions were sincere, I just am unable to continue.

As Elizabeth did a couple years ago, I call upon any of you to take up this blog and keep her exquisite and creative writings a home as well as to continue as I have tried, to address issues as well as be a source of evocative musings.

So please, anyone who would like to assume the reins please let  me know. I will give you administrative access to publish what you will. And I would sometimes contribute when I can.

This is an open invitation to all. Surely there is someone who wishes to at least help if not take over.

Please do help keep this blog alive.

Leave comment with contact info or email



Friday, 25 July 2014

A Call To Help

As all of you wonderful readers know, I just have not been able to keep up here.

Rather than see all of Elizabeth's wonderful creation fade away, I thought there might be an opportunity to save this site.

My friend has run into the same trouble as me, real life taking its toll on time.

What I thought I would do is call out for YOU all to help.

Why dont all of you take the opportunity to be part of this blog rather than just reading.

We can try this.

Any of you can send in anything you want to talk about and I will print it. I will not edit it, I will not censor it. It can be all you. You email it to me and I will publish it, including any pictures you send to accompany it.

I am sorry, I should not have gave that blanket statement. There are 3 things I have to edit and censor:

You have to keep everything above the age of 16, no animals, and nothing sexual between direct relatives. Let's draw the line at cousins. Cousins and "step" relations are fine.

There must be a lot of you that wished you have been able to contribute.. now is your chance.

J you have wanted for a good birch post for a long time that I felt so bad about not getting to.

Janice, you have such incredible stories I am sure.

ND, i KNOW you have some to tell ;)

So everyone, please help.

My email address is  :

Send me your contributions and I will publish them within the limits of the afore mentioned 3 constraints.

Hope to hear from many


Sunday, 18 May 2014

Not The End

As I know you have noticed, I just am not able to post with the frequency I had hoped to and wanted to.

Real life is taking a great toll on time.

It makes me feel awful neglecting this absolutely wonderful blog that Elizabeth created.

However, I have invited a friend to help.

You will like her, I promise. She is creative, fun, intelligent, and very much a real part of the life, too.

I will still post as well, I plan to shortly in fact.


Tuesday, 8 April 2014

You Know Something Is Wrong When...

One of the biggest thrills of "kinky" type play is the anticipation.
It can even get a bit overwhelming at times.

It had been a while since we had our fun and I knew that that night we were going to really let it all hang out since neither of us worked the next day or really needed to do anything the next day.

All day I was a wreck. I am sure my students had to know something was up, and at their ages, I am sure that quite a few of the girls at least had an idea of what I was on edge about, and how antsy I was looking forward to the evening.

It started out as everything I could hope for. We didn't get too dressed up, but we did go out for some dinner so that there would not need to be cooking or cleaning to look forward to.

I guess I got a bit naughty. A little careless with my dress, silly remarks to the waitress, just mild little things like that. Nothing too big. Of course, my actions were met with all sorts of threats of punishments for being a bad girl, things that would happen to me when we get home.

I tell you, with looking forward to the evening, the atmosphere, his sexy threats, waitress overhearing some and probably knowing what was going on, I was so aroused, so anxious for us to just get home.

Eventually we did get home, and I got carried to the bedroom. I so love that. Feeling his strength, I am 5' 6" and he just picks me up and I am sort of over his shoulder with relative ease.

After a bit of spanks and squeals of protest (completely insincere of course), dress came off, thong came off, and I was over his lap for a long fantastic hand spanking.

As much as I love being naked over his lap after he has taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeve, I like it better when he gets undressed too and so then he did so.

So, he was just in his shorts and had me bring him a leather paddle and it was back over his lap. Now it was even better! I just love a leather paddle and he was using it so deliciously.

It was so good. The spanks coming very gradually harder and just a little faster, with most of them getting that low central spot that just makes me melt.

Soon I was wriggling and howling and litterally dripping. I could feel it running making his thigh slippery. I just could not help my movements. It was impossible as an intense orgasm started ripping through me. He was so hard beneath me. With my hips raising for the spanks and then pushing down and rubbing against him as they fell, I felt like I was going to pass out.

Then with a quick series of swats in the same place, that orgasmic wave that was rolling crashed. I yelled, I jerked, I came, and I managed to slide mostly off his lap and partly on the floor.

And at the same time I heard this awful thwacky sound accompanied by a terrible howl of pain.

Mike had been in the middle of landing one more hard swat when I fell, and he had hit himself right on his cock with the leather paddle because I had fallen out of the way.

I felt so awful and he was in such pain. I  got him ice. I got him booze. I was doing anything to try to help.

For hours I tried to help. Wondering if we needed to get him to the hospital, Having played semi professional football, he had experience with injuries such like this (obviously not paddling his own penis), and was sure he was going to be ok.

Well, he is on the mend. He has to be very careful working, getting aroused is painful so I try very hard not to do anything that might be considered sexy. I wear baggy sweats, I dress in another room, etc.

I reminded him that it REALLY IS supposed to hurt me more than it does him. This got a painful laugh.

We have heard of accidents happening to those who get the spankings, but have any of you that do the spankings hurt yourselves? Or the person you were spanking hurt you somehow?

Those getting spanked, have your spankers ever gotten hurt spanking you?

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Now That's Just Lazy..

I am all for finding ways to make things easier. But, let's face it. When it comes to a good spanking, surely there is nothing like putting in the extra effort, right?

I know that one of the biggest turn-ons for me, one of the things that just makes me melt is having my man in charge. Knowing that I am over his lap/across that bed/etc. until he decides that I have had enough.

I trust him completely. For me every spank, every hot sting of his flesh (or of course some toy/tool) against mine just seems to show me his love, care, dominance, and turns me into a writhing cauldron of lust wanting so desperately for it to end yet hoping like hell it doesn't.

I don't want to know that I will be spanked according to a chart. I want to know that I will be spanked until he is satisfied.

Of course, this isn't the only aspect of the experience that I love, but, I do think it is a good part of it. (It is a cute sexy picture though.)

Do you feel the same? Or does that really matter for you?

For you that do the spanking, how do you feel about setting an amount/length/etc? Do you start with something like that in mind? Or do you just see how it goes as it goes along?

Thursday, 13 February 2014

You Take Me By The Heart When You Take Me By The Hand

It is human nature that all attention centers around the female. One of the timeless irrefutable adages that everyone has heard and is prevalent in anything from movies, to beer, to motorcycles, to computer games.. Sex Sells!

Product marketers know this and gear nearly everything we buy to it. There is not much for sale that in some way has not had a half (or more than likely, less) dressed, large chested, sex starved, pretty woman touting its praises.

Where it is probably even most obvious, is in the sex and porn industry itself. Aside from the gay male genre, every production is completely advertised by talking about the female stars and actresses.

In the commercial side of the BDSM/spanking society and lifestyle, this is true as well. All advertising focuses on the girl that is getting tied up, clamped, spanked, etc. and what she has done to bring such "punishment", you know what I mean. Almost all blogs written by the sub/bottom/spankees.

This is merely observations. It is what it is.

I just want to take the time to honor and praise the unsung heroes of our community. The Doms/Tops/Spankers without who (or is it whom, good thing I teach math and not english) we could not enjoy our activities. Well, I suppose we could all self spank, but I think that would get old fast.

You guys out there. You pay for everything on a date. You go thru emotional uncertainty and turmoil when trying to figure out the best way to tell your lady you want to put her over your lap, pull up her dress and her panties down, and spank her silly.

Ever mindful that if you make even a little mistake, you might blow the whole thing and mood and end the night much sooner than you want.

Should you be fortunate to have got her acceptance, you have to be almost mind readers and figure out exactly how to spank, how long, what you can use. Especially if it's her first time!

Your poor hand gets sore, your arm might get tired. You have a half naked girl squirming around on your poor confined erection.

I think I can speak in chorus for those of us in the community and lifestyle when I say in lould voice,

"Thank you, guys!"

You may never get the recognition you deserve, you are the recipients of jokes meant and in good humor, you get "bratted", you wear out your arms and hands, you pay for everything, and you rarely get credit for your "work"...

But, I promise you, you are appreciated.

And hey girls, next time your man/partner takes the time to give you the spanking you need, let's all show him just a little extra "gratitude".

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress

I am on a borrowed laptop from a colleague. Fortunately, she has said I could use it as long as I need. A bit of caution from bad luck experience. You get what you pay for in a computer. If it seems like an almost too good deal, it is! Anyways..

As no doubt all of you know, a girl knows just how to entice a man's interest.

A girl does dress for herself. She will wear what she feels sexy and attractive in. What she feels confident in. This is true.

There is however, always in mind, especially a single girl, how she knows will attract the interest of a man. She wants him to look at her and think I have to have her.

The misconceptions I think, happen once she is in a relationship. I have so many girlfriends that have told me that their boyfriends get mad and jealous if she dresses sexy and want her to stop. I guess they have an idea that she is only dressing to "get a man" and that once she has one, she should stop dressing "like that".

Guys, this is a big mistake. We are not just dressing like that to get a man. You should have no worries and should be secure with how we dress. A girl wants to feel desired, to be looked at, to be attractive. We have no intention of doing anything with anyone else. We know we are still going home with you, and that is how we want it. You should be proud that your woman wants to dress sexy and that other men want her but they know you are the lucky guy that is taking her home. You should encourage her to keep dressing sexy, not stop her. And here is another bit of knowledge, a secure man is a big turn on for a girl. And dressing sexy is also. So you get the rewards of her passions at the nights end.

For most girls, there is 2 very sexy attires for a man. First, and this is probably no surprise, is a man in a uniform. It is in our nature, you wont be able to help or change this. Of course, relatively speaking, the vast majority of men are not in uniform.

The other attire for most girls is a man in a suit.

For most of us, it is one of the most sexy things a man can wear. A man in a fit suit exudes confidence, power, assertiveness. As much as we know the things to wear that will have a guy panting, you should know that if you get a good tailored suit, a subtle but masculine cologne and carry yourself with confidence and be assertive, you will have a girl's panties moist and ready to drop very quickly.

This is especially true for a kinky girl longing to have a man take her in hand.


I love going out with my boyfriend to where he can wear a nice pleasure formal suit and tie, and I can wear a slinky mini dress with garters and stockings and heels.

We did this last night. Went to see a play and then out to dinner at a nice restaurant and lounge. I love sitting next to him when we are dressed up. Leaning into him, inhaling his scent, feeling his arm around me, stroking my shoulder and arm. Then he started whispering the things he wanted to do with me and I found it getting harder to keep track of what was going on in the play. My mind kept going to images of us doing all kinds of stuff in balconies, dark corners. Where the chance of people finding out was great.

I was more than a little turned on when we got to the restaurant. We danced a little in the lounge before dinner. And I admit, I was teasing him. With touches, letting my dress ride up as we moved to the faster energetic dances, rubbing my body against him in slower dance. I ignored any eyebrow raises and scowls and had my bit of naughty fun. Then we went to order dinner.

They had great food that I was enjoying, when out of the blue, Mike tells me to hand him my panties.

You want to make a girl blush and wet in a flash, order her to do that for you!

It would have been bad enough going to the ladies room to do it, but he wanted them right there at the table. It wasn't difficult. My dress was tight but it was short enough to easily work my black lace panties down and off.

 I knew they were wet, I could feel them in my hand as I gave them over to him only to have him take it in his open hand and bring it to his face with a smirk.

I am sure people saw us. I just couldn't bring myself to look around, though. It was such a wrong and bad thing to be doing, and I LOVED it. He told me how naughty I had been and that I would be getting such a spanking when we got back home. I was so ready to go right then with him, but as he paid, he wanted to dance some more.

Now I love dancing, but, now I am wearing a short dress and no panties, and I wasn't so eager to be teasing him with the rising hem anymore. While a flash of panties and garter and stocking tops can be exciting, I wasn't really looking forward to showing bare ass and pussy. Yet he wanted to dance some more and we did, with my movements much more careful and shorter and certainly not the faster sexier dancing I like.

We left a short time later, and a little after we got home, it was into the bedroom for what I hoped would be a long good spanking.

I think any girl will tell you that there is something so sublime and sexy about a guy taking off his jacket, rolling up his sleeve

 and taking her across his lap, especially when she is still dressed from the night out.

Oh my god, I was so hot and wet. I had been so from the moment he asked for my panties. He sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap.

My short dress was baring me in this position and he began a slow delicious long spanking. After a while he didn't go any faster but his strength had increased and soon I was squirming around and rubbing myself on his slacks and moaning and not long after just begging for him to stop and fuck me silly.

A few minutes later he did just that. As much as I love him in a suit, I needed him out of it and into me a lot more!

A great end to a fun sexy night.

Guys, do you like or dislike when your woman dresses sexy? Have you found your feelings changed after you got together? Do you have a dress code for her?

Girls, have you noticed your boyfriend/husband/partner told you they don't want you to dress sexy now that you are together? Also, do you find a guy in a suit as sexy as I do so that you can back me up and hopefully get guys out there to wear them more?

Thursday, 2 January 2014

In A New Old Fashioned Way

I am so sorry about the wait.

We are still at my parents' house in Virginia for the holidays.

With them and the rest of the family being about 2000 miles away, I only get to see them once a year for these holidays.

What I guess I had not thought about was what it was going to be like to go 2+ weeks without any spanking and sex fun.

See, even though a while ago I wrote about how my parents got into spanking (well we got them into it actually, by accident), I just cannot talk about it with them much less get spanked with them around.

Janice and Beth, a couple of dear readers, have an incredibly open relationship with their families that I have to admit is very envious, especially at this time. With Janice, maybe being a little embarrassed, they have no real problem with anyone in the family knowing a spanking is going on. And with Beth, over their christmas holiday, all the girls were spanked at some point!

So, here we are, boyfriend back on track with wanting to do spanking, I have been getting all I have been needing and now we are stuck with both of us wanting it, and nowhere to go.

With only being able to see all of them once a year, we are always at one of their houses.

And to top it off, one evening we got back from my aunt's house to find that mom and dad were able to have some fun since we were out of their house. Oh, they didn't say anything, of course, but then they didn't have to.

It was all the classic signs that we all are aware of. They both had smiles they couldn't even try to hide. Both much more affectionate, you know in how they talk and look at each other. Mom shifting a little in her chair at the table or unconsciously reaching back for a rub, etc.

I wasn't making things any easier. I would frequently tease Mike in some way that back home would have usually been met with a rapid up close look at the carpet. I don't know why I would do this. I was making it hard on myself as well as him since I needed to be spanked as much as he wanted to do it! It is just our nature I guess. Girls are just natural teases and at the new years eve party, I was have to admit, pretty relentless. Maybe, with the alcohol, I was kind of hoping that Mike would do something about it anyways.

Well, yesterday was scheduled to be the day to spend at my brother's place with his wife and my nephews and niece.

Mike and I took my dad's car for the short drive over to their house. I wasn't really paying attention when we turned down a dirt road but after a bit I knew it wasn't the right route to their place and I started getting little flutters in my tummy as I was hoping that he was looking for some remote place to park for a while.

Then he found it. A little clearing set back away from the small dirt road that no one would be able to see until well before we knew they would be coming.

We got out of the car and he didn't need to tell me to take my jeans off. I didn't care that it was 45 degrees out (8C I think?) I was already taking them off myself.

He leaned against the car and kind of put my over his side under his arm and started spanking away. I didn't hear a word he was saying, I was just loving the stinging warmth of his hand. He was spanking so fast, I could barely breathe. Then he pulled my panties up between my cheeks and started again. I didn't care though, because the friction against my by now wet pussy felt great as I was squirming under his hand.

Realizing I needed much more, he put me on my feet and my groan of disappointment changed to a squeal of delight as I saw he was taking off his belt. I just LOOOOVE his belts. I happily bent over the hood of the car and saw him trying to adjust himself. He was so hard it looked like he had trouble standing.

Oh did that belt sting as I squirmed and squealed. I was so hot and so wet. I didn't feel the cold air at all anymore, all I felt was that belt adding paths of scorching sting to my butt. I felt on the edge of a fantastic orgasm that I just couldn't reach.

Mike stopped and I pleaded for more. He had a concerned look and he said ok but no more with the belt. I groaned because I didn't want it to stop.

But, when he tucked me back under his arm, and pulled my soaking panties down, and started spanking with his hand while I was writhing on his cock, I didn't complain. It felt so good after so long. In only a couple minutes, I let out a muffled yell into his arm as the orgasm that I was racing to since he was using the belt finally crashed.

I stood up and started kissing him frantically while we both were trying to get his pants down. I needed him and I was being more in the way than helping so I just bent over the hood and waited for him.

Finally with his pants and shorts down I felt his first thrust. He was so hard and big, I was so ready, that first feel as he went in all the way at once started another orgasm well into way. His motions were hard and fast. This was animalistic fucking at its best!

I came two more times before I heard him groaning and unleashing into me and I lay down on the hood catching my breath and trying to return to normal. He pulled out and picked me up and we held each other just calming down.

We took stock of ourselves then. My jeans were on the ground filthy. My panties had got torn. I had his cum and my own juices running down my legs. His pants were wet at the crotch where I had been against. And we reeked of sex. There was no way in hell we could go like that to my brother's house.

I used my panties to wipe up the best I could, put the filthy jeans on, and we made the quick drive back to my parents' house.

When we opened the door, they were both RIGHT there. They had called my brother and when he said we hadn't got there, they got worried. Well what we had been up to was so plain. Any hopes of sneaking into our room to clean up were gone. Thankfully they didn't say anything. Just had stupid grins and said they would call my brother again to tell them we wouldn't be over.

After we had showered and changed, my brother and family were there since they all decided to come over to have dinner.

Then I was the one showing the signs. I didn't even realize I was squirming at the table until Mike squeezed my leg. I couldn't help it. I was so sore. I still have plenty of marks and soreness now. I stopped squirming, but the big grin didn't go away.

We both REALLY needed that and who knows... maybe we are one step closer to being more open about it and might not need to sneak off somewhere next time. I doubt it, but never know.

Sorry no pictures.. really can't go looking for any here. Hopefully I let you know how it went.

Have any of you had circumstances like that. Maybe not them walking in on you, but being caught out after? Where it was so obvious what you have been up to?

I am so sorry for so infrequent posts. Now that the holidays are over, I WILL post more often. I promise.