tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80942176813458510532024-02-22T09:41:09.613-08:00SEXUELLEAn erotic writer's musings on sex, sensuality, and the pleasures of being spanked.
See my books, Sins of the Flesh and Educating Anna, on www.pinkflamingo.com, www.adultebookshop.com,(note spelling) or on Amazon (Kindle download). Can also be bought as an e book from Barnes and Noble(www.barnesandnoble.com)amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.comBlogger848125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-75781786533272283152015-08-28T22:56:00.001-07:002015-08-28T22:56:20.936-07:00Elizabeth is back at a new location. Please visit her and comment on her workOne of the hardest things I have done was to have to stop running this blog.<br />
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It was an absolute pleasure taking over for Elizabeth and trying to continue her incredible work.<br />
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But, alas, I was unable.<br />
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But, Elizabeth is back and started a new blog, and I hope everyone will go see her.<br />
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Please, leave her comments as well.<br />
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She has truly been missed.<br />
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You can find her here:<br />
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http://elizabethforster.blogspot.com/<br />
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I miss you all.<br />
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amberamberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-67322672695561765052014-09-24T11:00:00.000-07:002014-09-24T11:00:50.592-07:00a plea for assistanceAs much as my intentions were sincere, I just am unable to continue.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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This is an open invitation to all. Surely there is someone who wishes to at least help if not take over.<br />
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Please do help keep this blog alive.<br />
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Leave comment with contact info or email<br />
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amberbrat33@yahoo.com<br />
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love,<br />
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amberamberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-24837647950491802842014-07-25T21:02:00.003-07:002014-07-25T21:02:39.331-07:00A Call To HelpAs all of you wonderful readers know, I just have not been able to keep up here.<br /><br />Rather than see all of Elizabeth's wonderful creation fade away, I thought there might be an opportunity to save this site.<br /><br />My friend has run into the same trouble as me, real life taking its toll on time.<br /><br />What I thought I would do is call out for YOU all to help.<br /><br />Why dont all of you take the opportunity to be part of this blog rather than just reading.<br /><br />We can try this. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />I am sorry, I should not have gave that blanket statement. There are 3 things I have to edit and censor:<br /><br />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.<br /><br />There must be a lot of you that wished you have been able to contribute.. now is your chance.<br /><br />J you have wanted for a good birch post for a long time that I felt so bad about not getting to.<br /><br />Janice, you have such incredible stories I am sure.<br /><br />ND, i KNOW you have some to tell ;)<br /><br />So everyone, please help.<br /><br />My email address is : amberbrat33@yahoo.com<br /><br />Send me your contributions and I will publish them within the limits of the afore mentioned 3 constraints.<br /><br />Hope to hear from many<br /><br />amberamberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-59705995630237087892014-05-18T11:38:00.001-07:002014-05-18T11:38:19.835-07:00Not The End<br />
As I know you have noticed, I just am not able to post with the frequency I had hoped to and wanted to.<br />
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Real life is taking a great toll on time.<br />
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It makes me feel awful neglecting this absolutely wonderful blog that Elizabeth created.<br />
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However, I have invited a friend to help.<br />
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You will like her, I promise. She is creative, fun, intelligent, and very much a real part of the life, too.<br />
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I will still post as well, I plan to shortly in fact.<br />
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love,<br />
amberamberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-83801159422224527442014-04-08T04:25:00.002-07:002014-04-08T04:25:39.691-07:00You Know Something Is Wrong When...<br />
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One of the biggest thrills of "kinky" type play is the anticipation.<br />It can even get a bit overwhelming at times.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />And at the same time I heard this awful thwacky sound accompanied by a terrible howl of pain.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I reminded him that it REALLY IS supposed to hurt me more than it does him. This got a painful laugh.<br /><br />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?<br /><br />Those getting spanked, have your spankers ever gotten hurt spanking you?<br />
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<br />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?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.)<br /><br />Do you feel the same? Or does that really matter for you?<br /><br />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?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-13348935756022010972014-02-13T05:27:00.003-08:002014-02-13T05:27:52.575-08:00You Take Me By The Heart When You Take Me By The Hand<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />This is merely observations. It is what it is.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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! <br /><br />Your poor hand gets sore, your arm might get tired. You have a half naked girl squirming around on your poor confined erection. <br /><br />I think I can speak in chorus for those of us in the community and lifestyle when I say in lould voice,<br /><br />"Thank you, guys!"<br /><br />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"... <br /><br />But, I promise you, you are appreciated.<br /><br />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".<br />
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experience. You get what you pay for in a computer. If it seems like an
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As no doubt all of you know, a girl knows just how to entice a man's interest.<br />
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A girl does dress for herself. She will wear what she feels sexy and attractive in. What she feels confident in. This is true.<br />
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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.<br />
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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".<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The other attire for most girls is a man in a suit.<br />
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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.<br />
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This is especially true for a kinky girl longing to have a man take her in hand. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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They had great food that I was enjoying, when out of the blue, Mike tells me to hand him my panties.<br />
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You want to make a girl blush and wet in a flash, order her to do that for you!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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and taking her across his lap, especially when she is still dressed from the night out.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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A great end to a fun sexy night.<br />
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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?<br />
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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?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-69768112066325125022014-01-02T13:44:00.001-08:002014-01-02T13:52:58.773-08:00In A New Old Fashioned WayI am so sorry about the wait.<br />
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We are still at my parents' house in Virginia for the holidays.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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With only being able to see all of them once a year, we are always at one of their houses.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Well, yesterday was scheduled to be the day to spend at my brother's place with his wife and my nephews and niece.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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! <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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After we had showered and changed, my brother and family were there since they all decided to come over to have dinner. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Sorry no pictures.. really can't go looking for any here. Hopefully I let you know how it went.<br />
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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?<br />
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I am so sorry for so infrequent posts. Now that the holidays are over, I WILL post more often. I promise.amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-37452065977496283902013-12-08T23:04:00.000-08:002013-12-08T23:22:51.432-08:00We All Need Somebody To Lean OnI am so sorry for the delay. We ended up needing a new laptop after all.<br />
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Anyways, to tell you about the wonderful visit we had from a lovely girl.<br />
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For the sake of telling about what happened, I will refer to her as Jen
which is not her real name but I really don't want to only say "she".<br />
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We had started talking a few months ago when I wrote of my experience viewing spanking videos.<br />
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Jen has been in spanking movies for quite a while and has been in many. Anyways, we had wrote for a while and then talked on the phone and often would talk about how nice it would be to meet.<br />
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Well, it finally happened. Jen was going to stay with relatives for thanksgiving holiday and would make a stopover in New Mexico to see us and we arranged for her to stay the weekend with us. We would pick her up at the airport Saturday morning and drop her off Sunday evening.<br />
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We had such a nice talk in the car on the way to the house. She talked of all the places she has been mostly for video shoots and how she really liked visiting England.<br />
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We got home and she marveled at the wide open space.<br />
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this is basically our back yard<br />
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She had not been to a desert before and loved the peace and quiet we had of neighbors a half mile away. And the dogs absolutely loved her.<br />
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It wasn't long after we were home and had been talking for ages that Jen was already starting to tease Mike. I don't remember what it was even about but she was relentless.<br />
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So, Mike had her on his lap and started spanking. Then while he was spanking away, she started talking to me!<br />
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about nothing really, whether we get much rain, stuff like that.<br />
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Now keep in mind, he really wasn't putting too much effort into it, which made sense, you know this being the first time and all. But, she was clearly giving him the go ahead that he wasn't making any progress at all. So, he started spanking harder, and then she says something like, Amber was right, you don't do much spanking do you?<br />
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He stopped and said something like oh yeah, well she is next. Naturally I had to protest that I said no such thing, but he wasn't listening anyway, he had raised the bottom of her sun dress up and started spanking her over the thong that had left her cheeks bare to his hand.<br />
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She finally started making a couple squeaks, and a bit of a squirm, and after a few more minutes had her get up and told me I was next. I had been quite enjoying watching him spank her, and decided not to fight it.<br />
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I went ahead and pulled my jeans down, and since I too was wearing a thong, just went ahead and got over his lap for my spanking.<br />
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I guess Jen had this thing about talking during spanking and started asking me about my teaching, my students, whether there were some that could use a spanking. I had tried to talk for a bit, but I couldn't concentrate because the spanks were starting to heat up and sting. A couple minutes later, I was let up. <br />
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After a few more minutes of talking, I went to start an early lunch. Jen can talk! I am not complaining at all, I liked it in fact, just saying, WOW can she talk! When I told them lunch was ready, they were still talking away.<br />
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After lunch, we took Jen to Roswell to see to see all the alien hype. On the drive there, Jen started up with the "are we there yets". I guess it was after like 5 straight minutes of this, Mike pulled down a deserted side road opens the back door, undoes her seatbelt, helps her out of the car, pulls her against the car and starts spanking her.<br />
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She starts squealing and saying it was MY idea! Geesh, this girl is all about throwing her buds under the bus! (might be an expression not used elsewhere, means rat on, get in trouble, etc). So after a good spanking I get hauled out and spanked too! <br />
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The rest of the drive was pretty uneventful. If you don't count us squirming around for a while!<br />
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We had a great time at the ufo museum<br />
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and novelty stores and all. I know people think that there is lots and lots of alien stuff there, but really, a couple hours and you have seen it all. So we headed home.<br />
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On the way back we got onto the subject of cards and I had mentioned that Mike plays nickel/dime games with his friends a few times a month. So, after some asking, Mike said he would teach us to play the different popular poker games. This sounded like fun. I had asked him but he would put it off. Who know it would just take a pretty girl that he has seen for the first time and spanked to ask!<br />
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So after we got home and we all cleaned up, showered/changed etc., Jen and I were in shorts, Mike in jeans, and we were in the living room around the coffee table and Mike started teaching about the different games. I guess we weren't getting it too well, all the rules and what hands were better and all. So he said the right way to learn was with spank poker.<br />
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Jen, wins a hand, I get some spanks, I win a hand, she gets some, He wins a hand we both get some. But he said we had to lose the shorts. We took them off and both had worn thongs again. Well after thousands (it seemed anyways) of trips over his lap,<br />
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I couldn't believe it, but it actually worked. We learned how to play, pretty good too.<br />
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Very red and a bit sore, I said I was going to get dinner together and Jen went ahead and helped. We left our jeans shorts off and she started putting together a bowl of salad, while I put the lasagna that I had almost all the way baked the night before, into the oven, and got some homemade garlic bread toasted and we had a real nice dinner. <br />
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As we were setting the table I was shocked to see that her butt was hardly red anymore. She said it was one of the downsides of doing spanking movies. It just doesn't last long anymore. She saw I was still quite red and even still had several clear hand and finger prints.<br />
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Anyways, after more talking during dinner, I think Jen asked if Mike's arm ever got wore out, or something like that. I guess she was thinking about all the spanking that had been going on. So, I told her that he had become ambispankterous. He could do just as well lefty. She didn't think it was possible. She didn't think any of the spankers she worked with could use both hands equally.<br />
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What followed had to be the silliest excuse for spanking ever.<br />
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Jen and I bent over the back of the couch while we had to guess what hand he was spanking with. After some spanking, I was guessing right more often and she claimed I had unfair advantage since he spanks me so much I could probably tell from his hand. This actually seemed to make some sense. So he switched to a leather paddle and a tawse.<br />
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I don't know how long this went on. It had to be the funniest spanking time ever. We were laughing so hard. I don't think we were even sure why we ended up with laughing fits. Even the dogs, came to investigate. They aren't fazed at all with spanking anymore and they lost interest. I, though, was for all the laughing, getting pretty sore. Very sore in fact. I said I was done for a while. Jen acted like she was just getting started! Mike didn't mind. Hell, I think he was glad for the workout.<br />
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I watched for a bit and they finally called an end, too. Still in our thongs and shirts, we ate some chocolate chocolate chip ice cream that I had made the day before and watched some television.<br />
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It was about midnight I guess when we started to wrap things up and head for bed, when Jen pipes up with, "What no bedtime spankings?". Geesh, this girl was a spankomaniac. We went to our bedroom and showed her all the spanking toys we had. She was impressed with all the beautiful wood paddles. I told her Mike made them himself. She thought that was awesome and wanted to try them the next day. Of course she did!<br />
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Anyways, she picked out a belt and a tawse. I looked in the mirror and decided I was good. <br />
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I think she appreciated that he could switch hands with them and keep all the strokes "evened out" over both sides. She was also doing quite a bit of moaning and it was obvious that she was getting pretty aroused. I realized that I hadn't really been before. Not as much as spanking usually does anyway. But, watching how much it was affecting her now, I was starting too also.<br />
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After a while, she said she was ready for bed and got up with a grin and a glow to her face. She gave Mike a hug and a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for all the spanking and she went to the spare bedroom. I was quite sure she would be a bit busy before sleeping. And I don't blame her. I was now way hot, wet, sore, and in need of some damn good sex. Which Mike was expecting and just as ready for.<br />
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After some breakfast, Jen and I went for a walk with the dogs. Along the way we talked about the video industry a lot. She said while she really likes it, it is very different from her private life. She was really enjoying this time here with us and said she could get spanked all day. We checked out each others butts and I couldn't believe it. When she went to bed, it looked like she would have ALL kinds of marks. I know I would have. But, no, just a couple light purplish marks along the bottom. She said she wasn't kidding about them not lasting. My own was still a bit red. Not much, but she had had also had quite a bit more spanking.<br />
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Jen was still educating me about the spanking movie industry and how she wouldn't work with anyone that faked it. Just how long a 10 minute movie actually took before editing. How she would actually end up making a few movies during a few day stay with each company. That many of her girl/girl scenes had ended up with the girls taking turns doing the spanking. About how different it was for another girl to spank her. And how arousal on the movie did happen sometimes but most often it was too distracting, but in personal life it could be very sexual. She said that she had been turned on from some of the spanking so far that we had and especially the bedtime one. I told her it pretty much happened all the time with me and usually ended in great sex and definitely did the night before.<br />
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When we got back, Jen saw the deck of cards in the living room and wanted to play poker again. I kind of liked the game too but neither of us remembered all the rules so Mike said that we had to play the same way again. This made Jen quite happy. Mike went and got a leather paddle, and Jen had already took off her shorts so I did too and we played in thongs again.<br />
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It really was quite a bit of fun, and we played better, too. We didn't get any fewer spanks mind you, but, hey, wasn't that really the whole purpose of the game?<br />
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We had a good time even if we did spend most of it squirming around either on his lap or sitting on the cushions on the floor.<br />
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Later after lunch, Jen reminded us that she still wanted to try the paddles that Mike had made. I showed her where he made them and that when he works construction, he will take home some scraps sometimes and thats what he would use. And sometimes he gets some lovely ones, mahogany, walnut, rose, etc.<br />
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Before we went back, she got quiet and I could tell she had something on her mind. She said that she knew that Mike and I didn't do spankings for punishment, but she wondered if she could have one. I asked her what she meant, and she said she needed a real punishment, and that it had been far too long. She said that she wanted to be spanked for things she had done wrong, wanted a good cry. That it was something that she needed. I told her I really didn't know and that I would ask him. She waited in the bedroom while I talked to Mike. He thought about it and said he would.<br />
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We occasionally do some role play, so he knew how to dress the part. I went and told Jen that he would. She seemed so relieved and said she would dress for it.<br />
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Mike came to the living room with about 15 different wood paddles and I told him Jen was ready and what her safeword was. He called her out, using her full name.<br />
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My mouth hit the floor. I knew that she had acted and all but the transformation was unbelievable. She looked like a kid in school or a daughter in big trouble.<br />
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And Mike, wow did he get into it. He started scolding her on credit card misuse, procrastination, not remembering to take meds all the time (real stuff, that she had talked about). I can't remember details about what all was said, but she sounded truly sorry and he sounded truly upset!<br />
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Then he told her to take off her skirt and panties and bend over the arm of the couch. She did so and he started paddling her. Every few swats, he would scold her for something and it looked like after 10 he would switch paddles.<br />
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I think it was about the third paddle, it sounded like she was starting to cry, he stopped for a minute and she said she was ready. He continued spanking swatting a little harder than before and her reactions showed it.<br />
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I went to the couch in front of her and checked, and she looked like she was fine. Even held out her hand for me to hold it.<br />
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I wasn't counting, this was not something I was liking, and I could tell from Mike he wasn't either, but she said this is what she had been needing.<br />
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I don't know how long it took or how many swats, but she began crying, crying steadily, he stopped again and she waited a second and nodded and said she was ready, I realized I was crying a bit too. She actually squeezed my hand and said it was ok. <br />
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He started spanking her again, and a couple minutes later said that was all. No more. She acted like she would be fine with more, but he said no it is done.<br />
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It took Jen a bit to be able to stand and she turned and went into Mike's arms and cried into his chest. He rubber back and told her all was forgiven and she was a good girl. He just held her like that for a few minutes and I saw why he stopped. <br />
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I told Mike I would look after her. I went in and found her lying face down on the bed. She said she really needed that and was very grateful that we were able to give her what she had been needing for a while now. I stayed with her, she didn't want to talk, just wanted to lie there. So, I sat next to her on the bed, held her hand and just softly talked about teaching, about what it is like to live where most of the year you need air conditioning in the day and heat at night. After about 20 minutes, I saw she was asleep. I saw that she was already starting to bruise dramatically and the cheeks were still quite swollen. I quietly went to find Mike.<br />
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The poor guy looked so sad. That was really something he did not like to do. I told him how much she appreciated what he did, and how she said that she had really needed that. I suggested he watch his football games for a while. He did. He had been recording all the games for the weekend. I did her laundry that she gave me and then watched with him.<br />
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Jen came out a couple hours later in one of my robes I gave her and sat carefully on the couch and watched the game with us. I said something like I was surprised she could sit at all and wondered how she was going to handle the plane ride later. She laughed and said she was wondering the same thing since she was the sorest she has ever been. I told her she could stay extra days if she wanted and that she was welcome to be in the house by herself while we were at work. But she said the tickets couldn't be changed.<br />
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When it was time, she dressed in a sundress and we dropped her off at the airport. She and I had a bit of a cry as we hugged. I was going to miss her. She promised she would visit again, and said something like next time it was going to be her spanking me too. I just laughed and said I was thinking the same thing about trying my hand at spanking her. She hugged Mike and thanked him for a great time and spanking.<br />
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She called later to say she got there ok. We talked for a while and promised she would visit again when she could.<br />
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I am sure some of you know who she is. But, I will let it be up to her if she wants to talk about it. She knows she can't use our real names because I am a teacher, but she knows she is free to talk about anything else. She also knows she is welcome her again anytime.<br />
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Have any of you ever needed that kind of spanking? Just a flat out hard as hell "beating" until you are crying and bruised like that? Does it do for you the same as what it does for Jen?<br />
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As anyone in the spanking interest knows, lotion is an absolute must to have on hand and plenty of.<br />
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We all know what the needs are. To keep the skin smooth, soft, promote healing, etc. And any of us that get spanked know, we slather it on to prevent the dreaded leather butt.<br />
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Of course, also it feels so nice after a good spanking to rub it in or even better to have it rubbed in.<br />
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I have been told by some girls that it is the best or one of the best parts of the spanking. The caring way it is rubbed in after and the near immediate relief it provides.<br />
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Especially after what may have been an intense spanking. And all you want to do is rub,<br />
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having the one that spanked you, after causing the discomfort, now providing the relief, can be quite stimulating.<br />
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This is not what I want though.<br />
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Not when I have spent the last 15, 20, 30 minutes.. however long, getting spanked with hand and variety of toys. <br />
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All this time that I have spent taking every spank, feeling the ever increasing sting... every swat driving my pelvis into his lap as I squirm and then lift up welcoming the next blow.<br />
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I have felt how hard his cock is under me. I have been leaving his lap a soppy mess as every spank has just left me wetter and wetter.<br />
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As much as I know how sexy and good it may feel to have him rub some lotion into my burning skin<br />
I don't want this feeling to end.<br />
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I want to savor every delicious tingle I am feeling as the heat and sting of my spanking spreads throughout my body. I want him to squeeze my sore ass as we hug and kiss.<br />
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I want to sit on his lap, squirming against him, rubbing my soaking pussy on his legs as my hips cant help but move with the sting.<br />
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I want sit on his cock and ride him for a while feeling him stretching me as we move and he grabs my ass to help lift me.<br />
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Then I want him to take me from behind. Feeling his hips bump my sore cheeks as we fuck hard and fast and welcome some more slaps and pulling my hair as we move.<br />
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Until we finally cum so explosively that I nearly pass out from the intensity.<br />
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This is the culmination of the spankings I take and can't wait to again and again and again. I don't want lotion diminishing those sensations at all.<br />
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Later, much later, after I have thoroughly enjoyed the experience, then yes, I would love him to rub some lotion in, arousing us again to some more action.<br />
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Do any of you feel the same way? Do you want the lotion right away? Do you like to wait until later? For those that do the spanking, when and how do you want lotion used?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-21318467760477961762013-10-30T05:36:00.000-07:002013-10-30T05:42:44.765-07:00... The Kind You Don't Take Home To Mother I sure hope my computers is working now. I have missed all of you.<br />
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We all know that Halloween is a time for kids to have fun, dress in scary or hero costumes and go door to door asking for all kinds of candy.<br />
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Then there is the Halloween for adults.<br />
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This day is the one where a girl can look her sexiest, act with apparent shameless, and no one thinks twice about it. Except that is to enjoy her exhibitionism.<br />
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Nothing is too short, too tight, or too outrageous on Halloween.<br />
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Girls take the time and don their sexiest outfits and costumes for one reason and that is to tease you guys out there. She loves the attention, it makes her hot.<br />
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She wants you to appreciate her body. She wants your stares. She wants your attention. It is what the night is for. <br />
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And she is hoping it will end with a night spent with a man confident enough, strong enough, to know what he wants and to be bold enough to get her some drinks and realize this is what she wants.<br />
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For those of us that lean to the kinkier side of things, this is the night where a girl can flaunt her wishes and desires, advertise her fetishes and no one will think any less of her and will in fact compliment and maybe envy her for daring to be different. <br />
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Make no mistake however, she is hoping that she will find a man that recognizes her signals and selections for what it is. A girl who likes things a little spicier and needs a man that can provide it.<br />
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And you guys this is one of the times that you can count on finding a girl who shares your passions. For the only night of the year, you can tell which girls are just looking for a man that will take them in hand.<br />
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There are no good girls on Halloween. Believe me.<br />
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One of the most if not the most popular outfit on Halloween is the naughty schoolgirl.<br />
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When a girl wears this, she knows she will get the attention of any authority figure. She might not be looking to be punished. But, she is certainly looking for some teacher to keep her after school for a good lesson.<br />
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However, if she is one of us, you will know instantly. This is after all
the one outfit that any girl knows will guarantee to get her just what
she is looking for from that stern principal or teacher. You need only
ask her if she has done her homework, or studied for the test, or if
daring enough, ask her if that is regulation panties she is wearing. Her
head will drop, and she will fiddle with her skirt, maybe twist her
pony tail, and say no sir. And give you all indications that she knows
the consequences of her naughty behavior and actions.<br />
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As I said though, there are no good girls on Halloween and another favorite outfit is that of the maid.<br />
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You have but ask her if she finished her chores, or tell her that the dusting was sloppy or some such comments, and you will find right off whether she is a naughty servant in need of some discipline from the lord of the manor.<br />
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A sexy nurse<br />
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need only be asked if she was aware of the guidelines for proper attire at the hospital. You will know right off if she needs a sexy doctor to teach her that she can't be dressing to cause the male patients heart failure<br />
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Act decisively and relatively soon guys. I can tell you that when girls are dressed up like this and the liquor starts flowing, inhibitions quickly leave.<br />
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And if she has not had a man give her the attention she needs, the girls may just start without you.<br />
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They will dance with each other, and I can tell you when girls in very skimpy clothes, already aroused by their exhibitionism start dancing, it can get very hot quick.<br />
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They might even decide that if there are no guys offering to take them in hand, they will go ahead and start some action themselves.<br />
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Halloween is most assuredly a time when no one should be going home empty handed. The late night and early mornings should be alive with the sound of good spankings and bed rocking sex heard from coast to coast.<br />
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So get out there and do your part.<br />
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<br />amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-79803860430001812962013-10-07T08:44:00.001-07:002013-10-07T08:44:48.308-07:00Just As Long As You Are ThereThis weekend we had a wonderful little getaway for a couple days.<br /><br />It was my birthday and Mike had surprised me by taking us for a stay in Las Cruces at a lovely place called Hotel Encanto. And because he made these plans a couple months ago, he got very inexpensive rates on the packages.<br /><br />The only negative I had was that EVERYthing at the restaurants had green chiles. This was fine for Mike, but I can't eat stuff that is very spicy. Tummy gets very mad. Fortunately, almost all dishes were able to be gotten without the chiles.<br /><br />Of course with it being my birthday there HAD to be birthday spanking. And there was. Several in fact. We didn't worry about noise. Just turned on the television and had at it.<br /><br />There was one that was particularly lengthy, with a leather paddle. After some strenuous activities, we noticed that it was time for an appointment at some nearby stables for some horseback riding.<br /><br />Well that was an experience! Riding a horse after a good spanking is NOT easy. I was squirming like crazy, and the bouncing was almost like getting spanked again. It was also extremely arousing. We barely made it back to the room before I attacked Mike and had my way with him.<br /><br />The hotel had a magnificent pool, so clean, so refreshing with poolside drink and food service. There was no way I was going to miss out on it. So, even though there had been plenty of spanking, I still put on a bikini and sunscreen and we went to the pool.<br /><br />Mike had said that it was pretty obvious if you looked, that my butt was red, but like I said, there was no way I was going to miss out.<br /><br />It was an odd feeling, I was certain I was being stared at and that everyone had to have known that I was spanked, I thought I could feel my face turning as red as my butt. However, once we had settled into the chairs, and ordered a couple drinks, I was starting to not care anymore, and we used the pool, had a snack, drank, and had a great time.<br /><br />The weekend was fantastic. Hotel was great. It is so nice being able to do as we wish and then have maids do the cleaning up. The food delicious. The dancing and music was awesome. But, it was the spanking and sex that was nuclear. Something about being far from home, knowing that people knew what was going on (or at least could guess), and not caring that just added an extra excitement.<br /><br />Do any of you find this true for you also? Has being in a different/strange place and bed made sex and spanking more exciting? Have you ever known you were showing off that you were spanked, but like in this case, you either had to or miss out on something you wanted? Was it exciting or mortifying?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-56134277109174281532013-09-20T12:07:00.000-07:002013-09-20T12:07:04.973-07:00The Day From HellIf I only knew, I probably never would have gotten out of bed.<br /><br />I started to make breakfast. Had the eggs and sausage finished. Put bread in the toaster. I wasn't paying attention to the toaster. I never had to before.<br /><br />I was letting the dogs back in for their breakfast too, when Mike said something was burning. Smoke coming out of the toaster from burnt bread. The smoke alarm goes off, the dogs go nuts. The room stinks. Turns out the toaster is broken and needs to be manually worked.<br /><br />Later, I go to put the clothes from the washer to the dryer and find an absolute mess. Somehow a wad of tissue got overlooked. If any of you have had this happen you know what a PAIN this is. They need rewashing and sometimes even twice.<br /><br />Then around 1:00 the power goes out... right while I have some hot dogs and french fries (chips) going for lunch. And as usual, it stays out for quite a while, so the potatoes were definitely wasted. The hotdogs and onions could be saved for another time at least.<br /><br />Then later, the final straw! The laptop doesn't work. I mess with it for ages and without going into technical details, it is down for the count.<br /><br />I yell, I carry on, I had had enough. I am cussing and I am not even sure what I am saying. Even letting off this steam is not helping. I know, I know. I lost control and was carrying on. I just couldn't help it. I went to the bedroom, flopped on the bed and had a cry.<br /><br />Mike came in and tried holding me, tried telling me everything was ok. I don't know, I wasn't listening.<br /><br />Then he starts to pull me over his lap. I was telling him this is ridiculous, I was in no mood. He paid no attention, just started spanking. I don't know whether it was because I was so pissed off or what, but I was not feeling a thing, and I was pretty sure he wasn't going easy either.<br /><br />He pulled down my shorts and panties. I guess I must have helped him. They were on the tight side and I doubt he could have done so without the help.<br /><br />I started feeling the spanks for sure then. But, really it didn't seem like a big deal. I was still just pretty pissed off.<br /><br />I don't know how long this kept up. I had been still sort of crying but that actually had stopped. Later that would seem a bit ironic (hmm wonder if I used that right... hey, I teach math, not english!) that crying STOPPED after a long time of spanking. And I really wasn't mad anymore.<br /><br />All I knew was I was getting very but very sore! I started squirming like crazy. Well he started with those low, middle spanks and then I started getting turned on. Seriously turned on!<br /><br />Well, when he finally decided to stop, I just about attacked him and had my way with him but good!<br /><br />After, I would realize that that had been a hell of a spanking. I had bruises and soreness for a couple days to prove it, too.<br /><br />But, wow. that sure did the trick to get me out of that horrible funk the day put me in.<br /><br />Has this type of thing happened to you all? Does spanking sometimes get you out of an awful mood? Have you ever just had no idea how hard or long you have been spanked not because of the spanking but because you had some kind of overriding emotion blocking it out, like in my case, I guess anger? <br /><br />Have you had no idea how intense a spanking was until you looked in the mirror and spent time sitting the next day?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-5564036913480637332013-09-11T10:28:00.001-07:002013-09-11T10:28:18.216-07:00Please Stand By...We are experiencing technical difficulties.<br />
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There is no denying computers have made our life a lot easier... Until it stops working that is!<br />
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I am waiting on a couple parts that hopefully will fix things. Right now I am at the library checking email and printing out a couple things. Actually, I am surprised I was allowed to post this as I think parental controls are in place.<br />
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Hope to see you again in a couple days on a working computer<br />
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Mike had become interested in the idea of a squirting orgasm. I had never experienced this before and really knew nothing about it. With this being a long holiday weekend, he had decided that this Friday we would experiment and see if I could have one. I didn't really know if I could or not, but I thought it would sure as hell be fun trying, so I was looking forward to it.<br />
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I woke, had a nice long hot bath, did some touch up shaving since it had only been a couple days since I had done so , showered off, and dressed in shorts and a t shirt. <br /><br />When Mike got back from a run with the dogs, I fixed a late breakfast while he showered and dressed in jean shorts and t shirt and then we ate.<br /> <br />I was so nervous and excited about what the day would hold in store and couldn't help being a bit envious of Mike's demeanor. He had to have been thinking of what was going to happen. He had been online more in the last couple weeks than he is in a year, it seemed, intently reading up on the subject.. <br /><br />It was about 10:30, when Mike said it was time to begin. I put towels on the bed over an extra mattress pad and then put a fitted sheet over. After hearing about and seeing some things, I wanted to be ready because I did not know what to expect. While I used the bathroom, he put a floodlight bulb in the dresser lamp and moved the whole dresser over so that the big mirror faced the bed. <br />
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When I got back, I was told to take off my clothes, and then I was tied with some of my old stockings to a ceiling hook with my arms raised, and blindfolded. I love being like this (when the room is warm enough), the anticipation and having no idea what is going to happen next is a huge thrill. <br /><br />I found out soon enough and felt our horsehair flogger. This is probably the most sensuous toy we have. It is like being caressed with hundreds of feathers with a lot of pressure. It has a ball bearing in the handle and Mike has this way of twirling it in the fashion of a fan motor. <br /><br />He started out slow and very light where I was hardly feeling it. All over my body from the neck down. Gradually increasing speed and force, he then concentrated on one area for minutes at a time waking it up with maddening tingles. It felt so good on each place he worked over. <br /><br />When he brought the flogger up between my legs, I opened them wider and gasped at the sensations. With each up sweep, the hairs spread the wetness that had begun dripping over my tummy and I pushed my hips out for more. <br /><br />I would have liked to stay like this for much longer, but I had been in this position for a while now and my body was tiring. Mike knew this and lowered my arms but kept my wrists tied. He helped me to the bed and then attached the stockings to one of the headboard posts lying on my tummy and then he left for a minute. When he got back, I heard some drawers opening and closing and then smelled matches being lit and asked what he was up to and got a sharp slap on the ass and told to keep quiet. <br /><br />After another minute, I felt a splash of liquid heat on my back. He was using one of our play candles and drizzling the wax in long lines. These candles are made of a low melting temperature soy material so it feels very hot without chance of burning the skin. Just as I was starting to really enjoy the sensations, I felt splashes of liquid cold as he was holding dripping ice over me. A couple minutes of this had me shivering from the chill of the water dripping over my legs and ass and back. <br /><br />Then his hands were on me rubbing the wax and the drops of water into my skin and I was sighing with the pleasure of his touch. The candle wax is not like others, the drippings become like a silky skin lotion and I was enjoying the feel of it being rubbed in. <br /><br />After a few minutes of the massaging, he started spanking me. It was very light at first then gradually increasing in strength until after several minutes I was groaning with the heat and sting spreading throughout my ass. Then he stopped and gently rubbed the cheeks. Moving in widening circles, his fingers of one hand started to dip down to my pussy and I felt like an electric current jolted me. I was so lost in all the sensations going on since being put on the bed that somehow I had not noticed just how aroused I was. My legs spread wide as his palm cupped the lips and I felt how wet I was against him. Then he took his hand and rubbed it over my ass soothing the hot skin with my seeping juices.<br />
<br />His hands pulled away and then I felt the hot wax drizzling over my skin again. A few streaks of wax later, I felt the ice dripping. Then I heard a drawer opening and next I felt the leather of a paddle on my ass as he renewed the heat of the previous spanking. A couple minutes later it was ice again. On and on this went with him randomly varying the application of the liquid heat, the liquid cold, and the stinging heat. I was so close to the edge of orgasm, yet he would not stay with any sensation long enough for it to happen. I was going crazy and pleading him to fuck me, or do something, anything to let me cum. But, he just chuckled and told me to remember the experiment. I growled my frustration and he continued the exquisite torment. <br /><br />Finally, after an endless amount of this "torture", I was turned over on my back, which, with the way I was tied to just the one post, was easily accomplished. I know he wanted to work on the front of me now, but, there was no way I was going to last much longer. I had been teetering on the edge of orgasm too long. I was trembling with arousal and moaning in anticipation, when I heard the sound of one of my vibrators turned on. Then the blindfold was taken off and as I adjusted to the glare of the light, Mike took a scissors and cut the stocking restraints. <br /><br />Before I could get used to the freedom, I felt the vibrator running over my nipples for a bit. This just felt so good that I thought I was going to cum just from that until he started trailing it down toward my pussy. Before it reached there, I felt the beginnings of the orgasm and started babbling something I think and moaning out of the increasing ecstasy. When the vibrator touched my clit, I felt the rush of orgasm and it was coming fast. This was going to be a big one. I just knew I was going to squirt after all this. I leaned even further forward so I could watch in the mirror by the bed. <br /><br />When the wave broke, I yelled and thrashed and Mike kept the slight pressure on my clit as the orgasm hit. I quickly thought to reach down pulling on the outer lips spread myself as open as I could. <br /><br />I had never seen myself orgasm, and with the floodlight showing everything in detail in the mirror, it was amazing to see. I felt the spasming muscles and I could see with each contraction. a glop of frothy like cum oozed and I was panting and yelling because of how great it felt. <br /><br />When it was finally over, my whole chest looked red with my nipples as hard as I could remember seeing them. My pussy was swollen, the lips very dark pink and puffed out, and the whole area wet with the bed beneath me soaked. <br /><br />As I started to get my breath back, I told Mike that I guess I was just not a squirter. I had just cum harder than I ever had after nearly 2 hours of play and it did not happen. <br /><br />He just smiled and told me that we weren't finished. He gave me no time to wonder what he meant. With that comment, he had sat down and was pulling me over his lap and got the leather paddle that he had put on the dresser. <br /><br />I barely even felt the spanks but knew they had to be pretty forceful. I didn't care. though, as I was groaning from the sparks of electric pleasure that each spank sent directly to my clit. I felt no pain. With each slap, I lifted my ass up the best I could, moaned, and then pushed down and wiggled on the hard cock beneath me. As the spanking continued, I began to feel the sting, but, that and the heat seemed to be going directly through my groin to my pussy and I also felt another orgasm coming on quickly. I was no longer lifting up as much and mostly squirmed to get any friction I could. This was when he stopped and, as I protested in frustration, he helped me up and back on the bed. <br /><br />I was in the same position as before, but not tied this time. I hissed a bit at the contact of my sore ass with the bed. The wet sheet beneath me began to alleviate that and it started feeling good. I bunched the pillows behind my back to see what he was going to do. <br /><br />As I was squirming, Mike stood between my legs again and slapped my pussy a few times. I yelped with the slight sting of each wet smack and also tried to raise up for more. Then he eased his fingers inside and started rubbing my g spot with bent fingers and then began an in and out movement with the fingers. <br /><br />I started moving my hips in circles and watched as my juices coated his hand when his fingers pulled to the front with the rubbing motions. Without thinking of it, my hands had started rubbing my tits and pinching and pulling my nipples that were still very hard and sensitive. <br /><br />It could only have been a minute or two most when I started feeling the orgasm wave building. This, though, seemed to be starting with the intensity that the other left off. I was saying all kinds of stuff that was some very explicit encouragement. <br /><br />My whole body seemed to be compressing on itself like a huge spring. Every nerve felt like it was connected to my clit which began to feel enormous. My hands wouldn't work on my tits for me anymore so I just let them grab the sheet as I felt myself actually shaking from the tension which was building to an excruciating level. <br /><br />Suddenly, I felt a couple more slaps on the top of my pussy and the vibrator being put above the clit. At the same time, he was doing this, I felt something that I never had before during orgasm. The extremely frantic need to pee. I fought the urge to keep myself from stopping it. That was when the spring snapped. I screamed out as the massive wave broke. My body arched up, every muscle seemed to contract, and as it did so, I felt like a water balloon in my pussy had burst and as it did, I felt the liquid rush out in a huge spurt. With that, came an orgasm of such intensity that dwarfed the previous one. <br /><br />I wish I could say I saw it in detail, but, I saw none of it. My vision had gone all white and I saw nothing for what seemed like ten minutes. Mike said it was more closer to 10 seconds. <br /><br />When I could see again, my post orgasmic body looked the same as before except I was covered in a film of sweat, too. The bed had a wet area that extended a couple feet from me. Mike's hand was dripping. My body felt like it had no muscles in it. My breathing was still ragged. All I wanted was sleep. <br /><br />I was close to Mike's body and could see that the poor guy needed relief bad. The front of his shorts had a damp spot where the head of his cock was pushing them out. I begged him to let me suck him off and was given no argument. When he pulled off the shorts, his cock sprung up fully hard and twitching from being let loose. The head was almost purple and a little drop of precum was falling. When I took hold and brought my mouth down, it seemed to swell and get even darker. <br /><br />He was not going to last long at all so I did everything I could to make it as good as possible. With his cock in my mouth, I started going up and down on it taking it a little deeper each time while my hands rubbed his thighs and cupped his balls. When I had the full length in, I started humming and heard him groan. I came back up and put one hand on the base of the shaft and since he was covered in my saliva, it was easy to start a rotating motion with the hand. As my other hand played with his balls, I brought my mouth down on the head and started sucking as firmly as I could. <br /><br />After just a couple minutes of this, the head swelled a bit more, his cock started throbbing, and he grunted and filled my mouth with that hot salted cum and sat down on the bed. I swallowed a few times and wiped up the bit that had spilled out. <br />
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This is an example of what I call some light BDSM activity. How spanking isn't everything and was just part of some of the activity that we get up to and how we like to enjoy sexual experimentation. Sometimes we find things that we dont enjoy, but we are glad we gave it a try. There are some things we flat out wont try, but most things, we will give it a shot.<br />
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What other activities do you all like to incorporate in your play? Do you stick primarily with spanking? Are you comfortable with sexual experimentation? Have you had any bad experiences that has put you off of any activity?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-1538813163434596402013-08-26T10:44:00.000-07:002013-08-26T10:44:01.006-07:00She Works Hard For The Money?We visited a couple over the weekend in Texas that we had met in a club. Nothing happened, not that it wont in the future, but it was just an accept of an invite to spend the weekend.<br /><br />It was on the second day that they asked us if we wanted to watch their massive collection of videos.<br /><br />We had agreed, and Mike and I had watched a bunch of different themed ones including a section of <br />spanking videos and clips.<br /><br />I was actually a bit shocked at what I saw.<br /><br />See, My boyfriend and I have been into spanking for over 8 years now. During that time I have got to watch myself be spanked many times through the use of mirror placement in the bedroom.<br /><br />I have seen myself spanked with probably everything we have and I have watched how Mike spanks. As I <br />have said before, we dont do punishment, meaning real punishment, it has been part of the occasional role play. But, that doesn't mean that often the spanking will get quite intense.<br /><br />My point is that I know the mechanics for lack of better word, that make up a spanking.<br /><br />What I was seeing in the vast majority of these videos, and I should mention they came from many sources, not just one, was very very much distorted.<br /><br />I dont want to say "fake" as there really was contact being made, but reactions and motions were far <br />exaggerated for what was "really" happening.<br /><br />Let me see if I can explain.<br /><br />It seemed like the 3 most exaggerations I noted was this.<br /><br />A cane being held so far up the shaft, that there was very little of the "whippy" action that I have watched a cane do as Mike used it. There was very little to bend and so it seemed like it was a very thin-like paddle impact rather than that of a cane. I am sure you know what I am talking about even if I am not explaining/describing it very well.<br /><br />Another thing that I saw done, and it seemed like it was mostly hand spanking that this involved, even though sometimes it was a paddle, was the hand "skimming across" the butt during the spank.. almost like brushing something off. What I am comparing this to when I get spanked is Mike brings his hand or anything else, "down" , not across.<br /><br />One last more common exaggeration that I noticed was this. What might at first appear to be a very hard spank, was that the hand/arm was swung very hard, but rather than any type of "follow" through, at the last second, just as the hand or brush or paddle, etc landed, it was jerked back up very fast.<br /><br />Now, I should point out that after we got home, in fact just a few hours ago, Mike and I tried these things. I watched too just so I could make sure we were recreating the action of the videos.<br /><br />He used the cane halfway up for a few strokes, then a few strokes done "normally", he did the "dust off" spanks while I was over his lap, and then normal spanking.<br /><br />And he did the jerk-away spanking and the follow through spanking.<br /><br />I should say that I felt the other types of spanks some, it even stung some a bit, but it was not near like what is felt when spanking is not exaggerated.<br /><br />Usual post spanking fun occurred and I was quite happy, but it made me wonder, what do others think about this?<br /><br />What it reminded me of was professional television wresting. They really are hitting each other, but if they didn't do it "right" someone can get seriously hurt. The spanking videos had ridiculous reactions to exaggerated spanking and hardly ever any real marking that would occur if the spanks had been normal, but in both wrestling and the places selling these videos, people are still paying quite a bit of money for both.<br /><br />For those of you that watch videos and like them, does the spanking need to be real for you to enjoy it or is the show more important than realism? Am I being over critical? Have you noticed what I did about the exaggerated mechanics of the spankings?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-13374341287475586492013-08-16T10:20:00.000-07:002013-08-16T10:50:41.787-07:00As The Flames Climbed High Into The NightIt was the Friday after my boyfriend Mike's birthday. I had told him that any type of birthday plans were being postponed from his actual birthdate so as to not have to worry about either of having work the next day.<br />
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He had not been feeling good about this birthday. I suspect that is what had been bothering him to not be in a mood for any kind of play for several weeks. <br />
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Without going into his personal details, I can just say that I understood, but was hoping that my plans for his birthday would help rid him of any doubts or feelings that was affecting him.<br />
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I had cooked his favorite meal of lasagna, I had made fresh homemade french bread for garlic bread, and that afternoon I had prepared a salad and vac-packed it to stay fresh. All that was left to do was to heat things up and I had plans for that.<br />
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I had hired a fantasy/erotic hostess service for the evening. I had already met the two girls that would come over and we had discussed the evening and what I would like and they had made suggestions of their own.<br />
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They got to the house about an hour before Mike was due to come home and they brought their outfits to change into, got a feel for the layout, helped me prepare the table setting in the dining room.<br />
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When he came home, they were in the spare bedroom with their things so even though he saw the car, he did not know who was here.<br />
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I told him to take a shower and get dressed in the suit and tie I had laid out for him.<br />
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While he did so, I changed into a sleek dress<br />
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When he came out we sat at the table and that is when he got a good look at our pretty hostesses in their sexy maid outfits.<br />
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I could tell he really appreciated them and the food and they made sure they kept his wine glass full.<br />
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While we were finishing the lasagna, they changed into some sheer lingerie to serve dessert.<br />
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A chocolate cherry cake. We sang happy birthday and they paid him lots of attention sitting to either side of him and feeding him the cake.<br />
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After a little more wine, as I had asked, one of the girls said something about when do we get to the birthday spankings.<br />
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This was the moment of truth, it had been weeks and here a couple of strangers, sexy strangers, but nonetheless strangers were asking about spankings.<br />
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He looked at me and I said, guess now as a good a time as any and said we should go to the living room.<br />
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I had Mike sit and saying I didnt want to make a mess of my dress, took it off, leaving me in a black and red lace cami, panties, garter belt and stockings, and heels<br />
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and I bent over his lap.<br />
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His spanks were more playful than anything and while I really liked this, I also really missed a spanking. I had expected this though and after a couple minutes<br />
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, the girls gave him my last surprise. A new leather paddle and told him he should try this.<br />
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A couple swats and not much harder later, I asked if he started yet. This got a laugh out of the girls and got him to start using it for real.<br />
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I LOVED it. And then one of the girls asked if the spanks shouldnt be counted. Getting into the spirit, he told them sure, count.<br />
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And they did but they seemed to lose count an awful lot which of course meant starting over!<br />
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I did not care one bit mind you, but it was funny and they were giggling about it, but I was just enjoying it so much... finally that familiar hot stingy feeling was being felt again, and I was so damn aroused. I would have been fine with it going into the hundreds.<br />
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I felt like I was so close to an orgasm, I was squirming all over, soaking his slacks with my arousal, squealing with the sting but eventually it ended.<br />
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I was on fire with lust as well as a very hot and no doubt very red bottom that he was rubbing while I was moaning.<br />
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I did not know exactly what would happen next, I did feel like whether they were there or not, I just wanted to attack my boyfriend and got fucked senseless.<br />
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I think the girls realized that though and said they should be leaving and thanked us and said to call them back any time.<br />
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The sex after they left was nothing short of nuclear, only enhanced by the fact that it had been so long since we had done anything like this.<br />
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And so after that birthday, I have my boyfriend back, confident, strong, and ready to spank. And boy has he. Aside from these last times when it was to relieve a tooth pain, it has been a plentiful amount of time over his lap and into bed (when we make it that far), and I am quite happy.<br />
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Have any of you had to find a way out of a dry spell? A partner for what ever reason temporarily losing interest whether in doing the spanking or getting them? Would you want to have a couple strangers watch?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-59794045834915334152013-08-08T22:58:00.001-07:002013-08-08T23:01:33.553-07:00Baby We Were Born To RunAny time I hear the phrases "born that way" or "in the genes" or anything similar to that, my knee-jerk reaction is to dismiss what is being said.<br />
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See to me, that relieves people of responsibility of their actions. After all, why should they be held accountable for what they do.. they can't help it..<br />
they were just born that way!<br />
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That being said, however, after that first reaction passes there are some things that I just cannot deny.<br />
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There was a response left anonymously recently, that I unforgivably overlooked/missed and it got me to thinking. It was<br />
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"Amber: You say you are being sexist about only guys spanking women. I would concur that you are. However, my dear, I have something for you to consider. We as a species are engineered to reproduce. Human reproduction happens only one way. The man is generally the aggressor and the woman submits. In other words men tend to be dominant toward women and women tend to submit to a mans in-bred dominance. My point to you is, yes you are being sexist and it is completely normal. Without that sexism the human species would not reproduce. It is in our nature."<br />
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As it used terms suggesting "born that way", as I have said, Idid not like at first what it was saying, but I also couldn't help but take into account that the vast majority of women are in fact sexually submissive, psychospanktually submissive as well.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong, no one is saying "all woman", after all there is a very thriving successful niche of porn devoted to femdom/female domination. And we all know that the pro dommes are VERY busy.<br />
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I am sexually submissive to a point. I very much like it that way. There are times I can be quite the aggressor, initiating the action with a wont take no perseverance, but when all is said and done, I am the one that gets tied up, the one that gets spanked.<br />
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I will go a bit further than just the bedroom though, and I will say that most women do not do well in positions of open authority. That is not to say we are without power and influence. We just seem to be most successful as the power behind the power. Again, I definitely am not implying ALL women. I think we can all name very powerful successful women.<br />
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What we can do and do very well, is get what we want in the end though. So next time you guys think you realllly are in charge, just remember, that's because we are letting you think you are.<br />
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What are your all feelings on this, girls? guys?<br />
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Oh and I know I still have so much to talk about, I promise I will get to.amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-14216444847216273682013-08-02T02:59:00.001-07:002013-08-02T02:59:54.379-07:00In A Bit Of A FogI have been lost in a daze these last few days what with strong pain killer and antibiotics. I'm afraid I have no concentration and any kind of post will have to wait.<br />
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I know I owe you wonderful people several, and I will get to them, I promise, but even this is kind of like feeling like I am swimming underwater..<br />
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I will be fine in a couple days I am sure. Do have a wonderful weekend.<br />
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xxx amberamberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-29257611164185956542013-07-26T15:58:00.001-07:002013-07-27T18:57:01.728-07:00Can You Tell Me Where It HurtsI feel a bit sorry for dentists. Like all doctors, they have a sense of "calling". A devotion to helping people usually from a pretty young age, and then they incur massive debt spending 19, 20 years in school. <br />
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And then after all that work, the dentist becomes one of the most hated people. No one wants to go to the dentist. It is never without pain as even a cleaning hurts some. Then there is that long needle and then when the novocaine wears off, more pain.<br />
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I bring this up as I have what I fear to be an abscessed tooth and have been in terrible pain and have not slept or ate<br />
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Now I have not said this to get sympathy, it is to bring up what I want to touch on here postponing the other subjects that I will get back to I promise, it is just this is happening now.<br />
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That is that when all else failed such as over the counter (store bought, in case that term is not used elsewhere, heat/cold/ and other stuff, we tried spanking.<br />
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No foreplay, no roleplay, no play at all. Just a long long very intense spanking with just about anything that can be used comfortably, at least for him, over his lap.<br />
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And I am here to tell you, It works. What may seem counter-intuitive at first, that of a very hot stinging, spanking alleviating the much different more pain from the toothache.<br />
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Neither of us felt like sex after which has been almost always the result of any spanking action. I found I was a little aroused but it was not the urgency or degree of arousal that is usual. All I felt like was getting a long much needed sleep. And I did.<br />
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Spanking really does work to alleviate other pain.<br />
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Have any of you tried spanking as a source of pain relief? Did it work for you? Do you think you might try it?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-90033930632443648672013-07-18T21:15:00.000-07:002013-07-19T01:09:55.318-07:00Where The Lines OverlapI have gotten a few emails saying I am clueless and narrowminded because I am being sexist about only guys spanking girls.<br />
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I did not mean to give that impression. It's just when I write, I write what I feel, think experience. In my relationship, I am the one that gets spanked. <br />
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It is the only way I would have it. I can't think to always type him or her, he or she , etc everytime I talk about something. I can imagine that things are similar sometimes for guys that get spanked, I just don't have that experience. And of course there are girls that do the spanking as well, but since I am not one, I can't speak for them either. <br />
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I also know that there are many that use spanking as punishment as well. And that is kind of what I wanted to touch on after a response to the previous post rather than talk about my boyfriend's birthday (which I will, promise). It was:<br />
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" Although the thought of being dominated is very arousing to me, I've never really enjoyed spanking. I suppose in a way I think about the times my parents would discipline me that way so I would get EXTREMELY uncomfortable with the idea of a partner employing the same act. So I wonder if you have any such disconcerting pasts with some type of sexual play? Your posts have been very amusing, but I still can't warm up to the idea of being spanked. I know my loved one wants to do more than just fondle my ass, but for now he'll have to bear the vicious threats of clawing his veins "<br />
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I have a feeling that I am in the minority of women that while I enjoy domination sexually, I also don't have anything to do with punishment for punishments sake. What I mean is that spanking and other forms of light BDSM play is just that, play.. all in fun, unless there is maybe the occasional role play going on where the punishment/discipline is part of the game/scene.<br />
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What I am trying to do is say to the woman that posted the above response, is that you don't have to make it about punishment. Although I was never spanked at home or school, I can understand how you could be uncomfortable with a partner spanking you in punishment would make you uncomfortable as it was how your parents punished you.<br />
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However, spanking with a partner, especially a sexual partner, can be COMPLETELY different, and especially since you say you already know and find being dominated is very arousing.<br />
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Have you and your partner put aside the idea of punishment for the time being. Just make it an act of submission. A part of sexual domination. Let it not be for any reason, nothing you have done wrong, but rather that you are sure he wants to do it and so you can see just how great it can be. And I promise you it WILL be if you keep your mind away from it being a punishment and your partner makes sure not to refer to it in any way as such while spanking you.<br />
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I am telling you there is nothing so arousing as being over your man's lap (again speaking from my point of view and experience). There is so much other than the spanking itself that all makes up the experience. It is being in his control, knowing you are trusting him, knowing this is what he wants to do, that he is dominating, in charge, macho, his hard body so contrasting with your softer one. The feel of his muscular thighs beneath you. And the feel of his hard cock pushing against you. And I promise it will be very hard. I am betting that there are few guys that would not be.<br />
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Then there is the spanking. The feel of heat and sting coursing thru your body as you squirm against him, so wanting more until a point where you are almost beg for him to stop and desperately hope he does not. At this point, is when if I am going to have an orgasm (which has happened many times) it is almost mind numbing. If not, I will be going nuts for one. I will be so hot, wet, and probably begging him to stop and fuck me already. <br />
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And then it happens. Some of the best sex of your life, I promise. Sex after spanking is nuclear. You will kick yourself for not having done this sooner.<br />
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That is what I urge you the writer of that response (and anyone else) to try. Forget the punishment mindset for now, and try it!<br />
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For those girls out there that spanking is part of sexual domination play and not just punishment, have you found it to be like I say?<br />
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For you guys that like being spanked as part of sexual domination play, I did not meant to exclude you, I just don't know if you have the same reactions. Do you? If not what is it like for you?<br />
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Those of you that do the spanking, do you feel the same way?<br />
<br />amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-9657358892850127102013-07-12T08:21:00.000-07:002013-07-12T08:21:09.689-07:00Im So Dizzy My Head Is SpinningMy boyfriend was probably anticipating a quiet birthday night with just the 2 of us on the 8th. With me cooking a favorite meal of his, taking his birthday spanking, some good sex. Which is what it has been in the past. But, I have convinced him that we should celebrate tonight giving the reason that tomorrow we don't have to be up early for work. He has no idea that it is because of a surprise I have planned for him that I talked about in the last post.<br /><br />For me though, the anticipation of waiting is driving me crazy. If I thought I was going nuts from withdrawal, it isn't anything compared to the knowing (well, I am almost completely positive) that there will finally be some action and knowing when too.<br /><br />Perhaps it is because this is the longest I have done without that is making it so nerve wracking. What I do know is that I have been going crazy the last couple days knowing what I am hoping is coming tonight.<br /><br />I have been making mistakes at the chalkboard, been caught several times squirming in my chair (I can only imagine what the students think, probably that I have to pee), I have been so distracted and so very horny.<br /><br />How do you deal with anticipation, knowing what is coming. Is it as distracting for you or have you able to have a oh well, nothing I can do about it anyways, attitude? Do you find that time since last spanking is a factor or does that really matter?<br /><br />Those of you that do the spanking. What kind of anticipation do you go thru knowing that say on a given night, you will be giving some naughty minx a a spanking? Is it as distracting to you during the days ahead?<br /><br />What I do know is that my hands are almost trembling typing this, knowing that in about 9 or so hours, what I have to look forward to. I am fidgeting like crazy and so aroused and I feel like all of the other teachers are staring at me here in the faculty lounge and knowing my secret.amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-78237668918258480052013-07-05T01:15:00.002-07:002013-07-05T05:48:26.278-07:00In My Mind, I'm Already ThereWithout going into specifics about my boyfriend's personal matters, I believe I may have figured out why he has not been in the mood for intimate spankosexual play.<br />
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You see his birthday is July 8, and I think that has been weighing on him lately.<br />
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I have also thought about the way things have been prior and I think I may have been taking him for granted in the ways I alluded to earlier. That of just assuming he would always "be there" for the spankings and other play that I have come to want and need.<br />
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With these things in mind, I believe I have come up with a plan to heighten his spirits and mood and hopefully get him back to his confident self again.<br />
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In new mexico (and I assume just about everywhere), there are several outfits that provide erotic/fantasy maid/hostess/waitress services on an out call basis.<br />
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Any doubts and rumors and prejudices I had about such services, were gone after I spent time in person at the office of the one I decided on. The owner could not have been more helpful as she went over all the guidelines and fees and services and I even met the girls that would be coming over. And she even gave a significant discount for a couple.<br />
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I briefly explained to the girls my plan of what I would like and they even offered suggestions about how we could possibly make it even better depending on Mike's reactions and degree of comfort. The did not even bat an eye when I explained some of the things we might get up to and if I wasn't mistaken, I believe I saw a great deal of interest shown by one of them. I found out that they can even join in some activity if they wanted as long as they did not accept additional money (or something like that) it gets a little vague, but basically they are protecting themselves from anything that could get them in any trouble with law enforcement, even tho I made it clear to everyone that we were not in any way affiliated with any agency and from what I understand, saying that immunes them from any type of sting, I think, like I said it's a bit vague.<br />
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I have to say I am very excited by my birthday plans and I hope Mike will be too when we surprise him. The idea of the three of us catering to him for a few hours, possibly being spanked in front of them, having them watching, and possibly the one joining in, has got me very very excited.<br />
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Guys is this something you would like to be surprised with? Very scantilly dressed girls waiting on you hand and foot for a few hours? Would you be comfortable engaging in any spanking and/or other sexual activity with them present? To me I would think that it would be awesome for you, but I have come to realize a lot of the stereotypical assumptions about male psychosexuality has been quite different to reality. How would you feel about this being a complete surprise sprung on you say on your birthday?<br />
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Girls, how would you feel about having a couple of half to mostly naked girls as an audience to your activities. Would you find it very exciting and arousing anticipating it too? How would you feel if one (or both) joined in? Have you had a similar experience?<br />
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I hope to have a great story to tell you after this birthday. Wish me luck.amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8094217681345851053.post-10117017015745427832013-06-27T17:43:00.001-07:002013-06-27T17:43:25.873-07:00Every Day Seems A Little Longer...The last several days I have thought back over how things have been over the last years, and I have come to realize something that perhaps I (and maybe many of you) have taken for granted.<br /><br />I became spoiled I guess would be the word, in that I just assumed I would get a spanking whenever I needed/wanted it. I guess this assumption came from that I always did. Whether my mood indicated it. Whether I teased my boyfriend enough. That we both love it as part of sex play too. <br /><br />We have no neighbors to worry about noise or nudity over. We don't have any kids to worry about. We have a dresser full of spanking toys, several that he has made himself.<br /><br />Spankings were always "there" to be had.<br /><br />Mike not being in the mood has made me realize that this is not the case, for I remain unspanked.<br /><br />It has also got me wondering about what it must be like for the one doing the spanking. I have realized, it must be a lot of work.<br /><br />You guys (meaning that do the spanking), it really isn't as easy as just swinging your arm and connecting hand or other object to a willing ass is it? There is quite an onus on you to deliver the spanking that is needed, to know how it is needed, to make sure you give the amount that is needed, know when to stop. I mean you can't always get what you need to know by the reaction of the one being spanked. There are times when she/he may not even know themself, and it is up to you. And, as I have found out now, you have to be in the mood to do the spanking.<br /><br />You all that do the spanking, what other things do you find yourself having to do? Am I right about it not being so easy and simple? Do any of you feel that sometimes you are taken for granted and that you will simply stop to give a spanking whenever the spankee feels or needs one?<br /><br />Those of you that are the ones getting the spankings, do you too sometimes find that you expect your mate to spank you whenever you feel like you need or want one? That you take for granted that they will always be there to get?amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08107743714531515000noreply@blogger.com4