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The golf cart pulled into the garage, Uncle James at the wheel. Janie and Dylan sat on their sore bottoms, clutching hands in the back seat. The switching they'd received marked them with cruel welts across their rearends and thighs, but the worst of it, still awaited them. Being gone without permission, then found with beer, and boys, Janie was once again in big trouble. Uncle James had never punished her before. She thought he was, somehow, leads harsh than her Daddy. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Only days ago, at dinner, she uttered a really bad word, that her Uncle had overheard. She had been spanked right in the diningroom, by her Father, with Uncle James silent approval. Her Dad and him went to the study afterwards & she was sent to her room, but not until she was stood in the corner with her red bottom throughout coffee and dessert.
Janie was sure her Daddy had confided her recent transgressions & as a result, her Uncle had no patience with her bad behavior. She didn't mean to, though. She just went to hang out with Dylan and...
It all went wrong.
"You two, go to your rooms and get ready for bed. Report to my office in ten minutes.", said James. Dylan and Janie scurried into the house and up to their rooms. They didn't talk, but exchanged a hug & worried looks at the top of the stairs.
James stopped in to tell his wife, Sandra, they were home and to brief her on what he'd discovered in the woods. She tried to plead leniency for the kids, which annoyed him.
"Don't you dare interfere, Sandra, or I'll warm your bottom too. You were supposed to be watching them, while I was working, so you're on thin ice, as well. I told you that you were giving Dylan too much freedom. He was drinking, for God's sake and now I've caught Janie with a beer! Can you just imagine what David will say, when I tell him his daughter was drinking and a boy had his arm around her, in the woods??!!"
Sandra hung her head, and said softly, "I'm sorry, James. I should have kept a better eye on them." James nodded and stalled out of their room.
He had to have these sketches done by Monday to discuss them with David. He'd be working all day tomorrow, thanks to this nonsense. Dylan was a good kid, but he'd screwed up today! And Janie, it had been one thing after the other. She required a very firm hand and none of that coddling! She was in for a rude awakening! She would not be sitting down any time soon. He opened the office door and sat at the big desk. He
opened his drawer and extracted the heavy oak paddle. It had been well used and drilled with a series of holes. It was a serious piece of work and it would drive the point home. He then took out a sturdy, brown leather strap, about two inches wide and 20 inches long. It too, was broken in.
Janie and Dylan met again on the staircase and walked to the office together. Janie was shaking, and Dylan, resigned. He knew what was in store, and there would be no reprieve. Dylan knocked on the door. His Dad's gruff voice said ,"Come".
Janie thought if her Daddy was a Dragon, then James was a Lion. They entered his lair. Janie followed Dylan's lead and stood beside him in front of the desk.
Her Uncle's face had a cold hardness to it, she'd never seen.
"You both know why you're here." He picked up his paddle and walked around the desk. Janie had a red and white nightgown on and white fuzzy peds on her feet. Dylan was wearing paid lounging slacks and a t-shirt.
James pulled a wooden stool out. "I dont think you will be able to stay in position, Janie, through this paddling. Come here.
He put one foot up on the stool. His left was long. His knee was note several feet off the ground. He lift her up and over his knee. He told her to hang on to his leg. Her legs dangled in the air. She hung over his leg, like laundry on a line... Bent in half.
He raised her nightgown up and pulled her panties down. Her bottom was still marked by thin welts, evidence if the switch. She'd never been in this position. She shuttered from fear and anxiety. He picked up the strap. He put an arm easily around her waist, effectively holding her in place and keeping her hands from shielding the blow.
He laid the strap on her back and explored her bottom with his hand. There was faint bruising left, from a spanking now healed. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket, and squirted a bit of oil into her bottom, massaging it in. He rubbed and kneaded her buttocks and legs. "Cross your ankles, Janie. Your going to get a sound strapping. I'll warm your bottom with my hand first, then I'll strap you. I'll finish up with a proper paddling. Do not kick or bend your legs up or I'll strap your thighs to your knees. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Janie's voice trembled.
At once, his enormous hand left her fanny and slapped down hard on her fanny, hitting low where her cheeks turned to her private place. It was hard and unyielding, as it struck. Her soft bottom gave way to the force, flattening with the weight, hurting quickly, stinging and burning as it hit the path, where the switch had gone earlier. The spanking was fast and merciless. It missed no where. Her bottom was burning and red. She was crying for him to stop and it had barely begun.She struggled in his grip. Her legs flailing and kicking, without intention, just pure reaction to the impact.
"What did I tell you, you naughty girl!!!
If you kicked your legs? He took the strap and delivered a dozen hits on her tender thighs. He started at the top of leg, and struck and inch or two, down. About ten times and Janie screamed and begged for her Daddy, but her Uncle paid no attention. He strapped her other leg. She managed to keep her ankles crossed. He whipped her bottom next, delivering one forceful strike after another.... Searing heat and pain in the wake. It was far worse than her Daddy's belt. She thought that was hard, but there was no comparison. James was giving her a whipping she'd never forget. .
It was a long session, her bottom boiling hot, when he finally put the strap down.
He looked at his handiwork and seemed pleased. He rubbed her bottom all over, then lifted her from his knee and sat her, red bottom, bare and glowing on his desk.
"Oh, oh, ohhh", Janie cried. It hurt so bad.
She tried to slide to her feet.
"No, you sit there and watch, on that hit bottom!", James snapped.
Dylan had watched in horror. His Dad was so hard on Janie. He felt awful... Sick to his stomach. His eyes were wet.
"You should cry for her, Dylan! That's the weight of responsibility... When you don't do the right thing and others suffer. You feel their pain! It's a lesson you needed to learn. "
You come here, Dylan. Put your hands on the stool.....

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I'm slowly learning about spanking fetishes! Now I know so far Enema is a form of humiliation but what's the rest ? Someone care too share an experience I'd like to try one day

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Currently shooting with Dixie!!! Stay posted.

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82 views · 9 hours ago

It was an odd, but predictable, turn of events that had lead me to the door of the disciplinarian. I had been staying with an aunt (who was fairly handy with a cane herself) and came to her disfavor by overspending my allowance, staying out late with my friends, and lacking in manners and respect. Oh yes, I do admit to the lump total of it all, which is why my situation was so predictable from the start.

I can remember when she first suggested that I might benefit from seeing "the disciplinarian." I must confess that I felt a certain tingling on the seat of my briefs that was not all unpleasant. "Do go on" I can remember saying to her when she told me of her acquaintance that provided discipline, for a fee, to a select clientele. A retired headmaster she claimed he was. well versed in the art of disciplining. I do believe my heart skipped a beat when she asked for my consent and compliance to set an appointment for me. I wholeheartedly and most readily agreed on the spot. She, in turn, agreed to pay the fee.

My appointment was set and I secretly began to count the days. I was years beyond my last spanking from Aunt Sophie, but those days were still recent enough for me to remember them fondly. Having harbored a secret desire for disciplining for most of my life, I often replayed those wonderfully embarrassing memories in my mind. Lying across my Aunt's lap with trousers lowered while her afternoon tea friends observed a proper comeuppance, at my expense. Aunt Sophie would sit in a dining room chair, hike her dress and crinolines to her waist, and allow me quite a thrilling view of stocking tops and garter straps. Standing there in only my underpants, my excitement would cause a few snickers from the ladies in attendance. Her friends, all of proper social standing of course, seemed to delight in observing my bare bottom being chastised with hand, paddle and hair brush. In later years, I often suspected that their interest in witnessing my spankings may have left them a bit moist under their silks.

I had taken the bus as far as the stops would allow and then had to walk the mile or so to the estate which allowed me ample time to consider what I was about to receive. My hands seemed to gravitate to the seat of my trousers as I unconsciously rubbed my bottom. Be assured, there was no lagging to my step, or hesitation in my purpose, I fairly floated along with a nervous smile, feeling all flush and warm inside. I was very much looking forward to the disciplining and I think my Aunt suspected as much when I seemed a bit too chipper on the departure. "I doubt you will be whistling that tune on your return" she said, and off I went to my appointment. Secretly, I hoped she was right and that I would soon receive every ounce of comeuppance that I so richly deserved.

As was noted, my hands gravitated to the seat of my trousers. I had gone through my closet and selected a pair of smooth seated school uniform pants that had been hanging unworn for several years. I tried them on to find they still fit, just a bit snug in the seat now, which was all the better for the purpose for which I would be wearing them. I had gone out to purchase a brand spanking new package of briefs making sure they were equally snug in fit. With the trousers on, I bent over a chair in my room, and checked my reflection in the mirror. I was quite satisfied with the trousers as the fit allowed for quite a nice view of the outline of my briefs beneath. Every line and stitch of my underpants showed nicely, the seat of the trousers still having a bit of a shine left in them as well.

I checked my watch and hastened my step, I certainly did not want to be late for my first appointment with "the disciplinarian." I arrived with moments to spare and knocked on the door of the address my Aunty had given me. I was still fidgeting and tugging my shirt collar when the door was opened by an attractive young woman of my approximate age. "You must be here for the caning" were the first words she spoke to me, in more of a statement than a question "and right on time I suspect. You don't want to keep him waiting, not if you can help it." And with that, she ushered me inside. I followed her down a hallway and took the opportunity to consider the shape of her bottom and wonder if she herself did not benefit from a caning now and then.

She left me seated just outside the door to a study, my face still red with embarrassment to her knowledge of why I was there. She returned in a moment carrying a cane, a whippy little number sure to leave a good stripe. She knocked and then entered the study. I heard muted voices and then a moment of silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of a cane impacting a bottom (hers I imagined). There were three of the whistling impacts, each followed by a delighted "Oh!" Again the muted voices and the door opened. She beckoned me inside once again allowing my eyes to follow her bouncing bottom. This time she was smoothing her skirt down in back and rubbing her bottom. As she passed by to leave she leaned in close and whispered "See me before you leave" and then giggled. I was treated to the sound of nylon gliding on nylon as she rubbed her bottom for my benefit, and then closed the door behind her.

(to be continued)

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my spanking day turned into a no spanking day as my disciplinarian had to cancel unexpectedly (bummer). I had some super cute punishment panties picked out and wanted to show them to you anyway

the view my disciplinarian would have had of my snug little lace trimmed spanky pants

had my paddles at the ready for some red hot panty paddling fun

I hope I get a rain check soon for a good old fashioned seat of my underpants warm up

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My schedule for the 1st quarter of 2017 :

Los Angeles Jan 9-15

Las Vegas Feb 2-6

New Orleans March 8-10

New York City April 3-7

Washington DC April 8-9

For booking info please visit www.JuliesBitchBoys.com

Julie Simone

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115 views · 20 hours ago

what is the deal with athermometer ? I would be super embarrassed being over daddy's knee or lap. Having him sticking that thing in my butt! That's new for me

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Yes – the “festive” season is almost upon us once again – and doubtless it will not be long before some twat or other sees fit to regale us with yet another personalised version of the hackneyed old "classic"!

Now there is some doubt as to where the ditty comes from – it is described as “traditional” in most text books, but there is a line of thinking that suggests it originated in France.

Well – for the franco-phobes amongst us who detest the poxy song as much as the gorilla does – this will come as no surprise. But I digress . . .

May I respectfully request that - instead of filling the blog spaces with their own rendition of this time-worn, overworked dirge – any would-be lyricists forego the urge to heap more misery on the spanking community and do something useful like having themselves whipped with a strand of barbed wire, and post a video for our combined delectation?

Bah – humbug!

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Last week or so ago I wrote a story for my babygirl. I do these stories as a hobby, and very rarely do one for her because we do not discuss sex,,,,,,, just spanking, and my stories do not separate the two. I believe, when intimate, it is hard to separate the two. Well long story, here, I did two versions, the second one as I normally would write. She wanted to read it, so I let her. Now considering I toned it down from my usual explicit style, it got the point across.
As part of a punishment, I asked for a story from her, with a deadline. The deadline was extended because of personal crisis and I extended a few more days.
She surprised me with it last night, and what a story. OMG, she is such a writer that I coulD visualize and feel the words she put to paper. This is the second time she did this to me. From now on the filters come off. GOOD JOB BABYGIRL :) ;)

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Note: please read #17,#18 below first.

Janie felt fuzzy, but not so much so, that she didn't know that she was about to be hit with a stick. She'd never even heard of a switch... would it be like that cane, Daddy had given her?! Strangely, she wished her Daddy was here. He would still punish her, but also comfort her and reassure her that everything would be alright. She'd never seen Uncle James so stern. She was staying under his roof, and so maybe he feels like he didn't watch me closely enough.

"Janie...here! Now!!! "She hurried to face him. "You bend over and put your hands on this log. Legs straight, bottom in the air!" Scared now, she obeyed, without question. He even sounded like her Daddy. Her Uncle told Dylan to stand where he would see every hit her bottom received.

"You've broken my trust, went off without permission, drank and fraternized with boys. You know better! I'm going to punish you, here, now and we'll finish up at home, with a paddle and a strap. Do you understand me??"

"Yes, Sir."Janie was bent over, her hands on the fallen tree, which wasn't that big. It meant her bottom was considerably higher, than her head. She was wearing shorts, which bent over, showed too much.

"Stick out that bottom, young lady! Bend only at the waist!" She complied. "You stay in position, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir. " Her voice cracking now. He held the long switch against her jeans. James tapped the switch several times on her behind, taking aim. He took the switch way back and with a whistle it cut through the air and it landed, across the center of her bottom. It was a powerful hit, that made her knees weak, as she yelped. "I'm sorry, Uncle James", she cried!!

"Count...that's one, and thank me."

"One, thank you, Sir" Years of training made her quick to respond. The next crack was brutal. He tapped the switch and drew it back, low, then carried it with force up and caught her bare skin right below her shorts. Instantly, she let out a howl and began to bawl.

"Two, thank you, Sir", she croaked out, between sobs. He landed three more strokes to her jean covered bottom, all just as hard.

"Stand up!" She did as she was told. "Dylan, take her place!"

Dylan came forward as Janie got up, sobbing and rubbing her hot bottom. His cargo shorts rode up as he bent way over He was upset, she supposed, because he had taken her here. But he said nothing. She watched her Uncle select another branch, take aim, and swing the stick, like a whip. That crack was terrifying. Dylan counted and thanked his Father, for every stroke. He grunted softly, as it hit and broke the switch. His Dad grabbed another & swung. WHACK, his round, hard bottom absorbed the blow. Another whack, harder than hers, hit him low. He choked back a cry. His smooth muscular thighs were 7vibrating . The next three were vicious and fast. He cracked and swung, cracked and swung connecting wood to his buttocks and the last to his thighs.

"Get up, Dylan. Stand there." He took my arm. "Pull your pants and panties right down, young lady, to your ankles."

"Please, not my kickers, Uncle James, I'll be a good girl!!"

"It's too late now for that now, you pull them down or I will ! " Janie pulled her shorts down and then her cotton underwear, covered with purple flowers. James broke off part of the switch. He had me in his left hand, and tested the range of the switch. He was going to whip me standing, like Daddy had spanked her, at dinner.

"Get behind her Dylan! Watch what you caused! He held me with one massive hand and whipped my bare bottom with the switch in the other.

"OWW, I marched and jumped as the stick flew through the air, back and forth ...WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK! I was screeching now as it hit. I could feel the welts rise. No counting, just a ass whooping, fast and furious!!

Dylan watched his father, wield that switch on Janie's little bottom. She couldn't escape his Dad out the switch. She couldn't stay on her feet, but his grip kept her up, until all ten ripped over her rear. Her bottom was scarlet!! She was crying so hard. He wished she knew how sorry he was. He wanted to take her place, his wish was about to come true.

"Stand tall, Janie! Hands on your head! Dylan, you're next! Pants down!" His bottom faced Janie. It was red and already striped.

" Feet apart, hands in front!". Uncle James didn't take his arm. He whipped the switch back and forth, putting muscle into the swing. It had a destinctive sound, as it traveled to his round, hard cheeks then bit into them. His only sound was upon impact, a throaty gasp.

He got 15 strokes on his bare bottom. His skin glowed red by the fire light. I hoped the stick didn't hit his jewels

"I'll finish with you two at home, but you'll walk there with your asses burning!! Pull up your pants and get your things!"

Her Uncle put out the fire with dirt and the remains of the beer. They followed him and his flashlight to the edge of the woods. A golf cart was parked there. He ordered them in. They sat in the back. It hurt like crazy to sit on her bottom. It was burning and stinging. She started to cry again. Dylan squeezed her hand and whispered, " I'm sorry, Janie." Big tears streamed down her face. She wanted her Daddy. She wanted to go home. But she was headed for a paddling and a strapping. It was going to be worse than ever. Her Uncle didn't try to calm her. He wanted to teach her. He wasn't at all amused.

By the time they reached the garage, she was just quiet, but the tears welled up slowly and continued to roll down her cheeks. Dylan held her hand all the way home. "Lord, please help Dylan and me!!"

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In my last blog, I recounted my meeting with a college girl who contacted me on Fetlife and asked me to administer her first spanking. I exchanged phone numbers with her and she agreed to begin a disciplinary relationship. However, that relationship only lasted a few days. She told me via text that she’d skipped a couple of classes, and I suggested that we needed to schedule another spanking to reinforce her commitment to make all her classes. She never replied.

Because she never replied, I really don’t know why she withdrew from the arrangement. Maybe she didn’t want another spanking. Maybe she found another spanker she liked better. Maybe she had a car accident and is lying in a coma somewhere. I certainly hope the latter is not the case, and I wish she’d write to say goodbye just so I know that she’s okay. I don’t mind if she’s moved on, but I’d appreciate some closure.

I’ve been told this is the accepted norm of the internet age. Rather than tell someone that your friendship isn’t working and that you want to drop it, you just quit talking to them and let them figure it out. This manner of brush-off has a name. It’s called “ghosting” according to urbandictionary.com, which describes it thusly:

“The act of suddenly ceasing all communication with someone the subject is dating, but no longer wishes to date. This is done in hopes that the ghostee will just "get the hint" and leave the subject alone, as opposed to the subject simply telling them he/she is no longer interested. Ghosting is not specific to a certain gender and is closely related to the subject's maturity and communication skills. Many attempt to justify ghosting as a way to cease dating the ghostee without hurting their feelings, but it in fact proves the subject is thinking more of themselves, as ghosting often creates more confusion for the ghostee than if the subject kindly stated how he/she feels.”

I was discussing this with a friend, and we both agreed that ghosting like this is rude and inconsiderate. However, upon consideration, I realize that I have no room to criticize, because I’ve done the same thing myself. Nor is this simply a phenomenon of the internet age.

Long before there was ever such a thing as email (and back when I was young and handsome), I was involved in a number of long-distance love affairs. I licked many a stamp to post lengthy, impassioned love letters, and savored my lovers’ voices while feeding handfuls of quarters into pay phones every three minutes. Young people nowadays don’t have a clue what it was like.

(E gads—I sound like such a curmudgeon!)

In those days, we didn’t even have answering machines, so if you wanted to speak on the phone, you hoped your friend was home, and you hoped she wasn’t too busy or pre-occupied to give you her full attention. And letters…you had to write them out by hand, for goodness sake, carefully weighing your words, not just because postage rates went by the ounce, but because this letter was like a piece of you, that you hoped your lover would hold and savor.

But on the downside of that, if you just got busy with school or work, the writing desk and the telephone was a lot less tempting, and it was awfully easy to let days go by without any communication, and the longer you went, the harder it was to pick up the thread again. I have to confess, there were some very sweet girls whose letters went unanswered. And I never meant to do that to them. It just sort of...happened.

I suppose it’s not really that different these days. And, especially with on-line only friendships, it’s easy come, easy go. If all you have between you are a few inconsequential emails or personal messages, why sweat it if the conversation runs dry. It’s a lot easier just to blow it off.

But it seems to me, with someone you’ve met in real life, that since talk is so cheap and communication so convenient, it would be easy enough just to say, “So long! It’s been nice to know ya!”

What do you think, boys and girls? Has the internet really changed us that much?

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Sitting here on break my brain wonders … So many thoughts fill my mind …May I share one with you ??

As I walk through the door I notice there is chair sitting in the middle of the living room . It’s the spanking chair , you know the kind , low profile with no arms on the side . Perfect for laying over my Sir's Knee , which happens to be his favorite position for me , he loved to see my round beautiful ass across his lap while it moves everytime he connects ….. As I come closer to the chair it has note on it which reads …

Sir: Princess , last night on my way in I happened to stop by your car and open the door . Would you like to know what I found little girl ?! The car door was unlocked !!! Last time we talked abut this when your wallet was stolen from your car and yet here we are again and thank god it was me who opened the door !!! I hope you realize what this means……………………….

In the bedroom is your towel for your shower and I have the outfit I want you in when I get home ….

As I make my way to the room I see my towel and next to it are a pair of boy shorts with a pink lace bra and my white and pink heels ..So I keep reading

Sir : Now , after your dressed I will allow you to choose two implement's to be punished with . Remember if I don’t like what you choose for the issue you have then I WILL choose what you hate so choose wisely . Once you have chosen, put them on the chair and stand I the corner with your panties down and wait , I will be back very soon .

The butterflies n my stomach are going crazy but I continue to get dressed only to know that I ill be undressing soon . While getting ready I cant stop thinking on how disappointed he is in me for knowing I just ignored the rules that were given to me . As I get to the corner I hesitantly pull my panites down and stand in my corner . HE KNOWS I hate the corner !!! But I hate disapointing my Sir even more . THEN …

I hear the door open … Im facing the corner and cant see anyhting and I don’t dare turn around to check either . Do I say hello or go for a the kiss I urge for from him? I can feel his steps towards me as his heavy feet hit the ground and then they stop and I hear ….

Sir : Hello princess , You are being such a good girl right now . (I can feel his breath on the back of my neck)..Im so proud of you for following instructions so well . I see you picked the leather belt and the cane ? I can tell you know how bad you were and what you deserve just by your pics .

I nod my head yes knowing I wasn’t told I could speak yet ..

Sir : "Are you ready bbg"

Me: Yes sir I am

Sir: Are you ready to leave this corner ?

Me : YES I AM (as I took a sigh of relief for getting out of that damn corner )
All of a sudden I feel his hand grab mine and start to turn me around , as I turn around and look up to his Handsome face he glares down at me and gives me a soft kiss telling me I look beautiful ..

Sir :Go ahead and pull those panites up . Now, im going to start off easy ok bbg? But I am gong to show you by the end on why you need to do what I ask

By this time the wet had already ran down my thigh and as I pull them up I can feel it get whipped up . That’s a good thing because if he notices I got this wet before anything has even happened he will not be happy .

He takes his seat on the chair ad he places me on his knee. My feet are still hanging because im so little compared to him . I can feel the warmth of his hands on my but , caressing it and squeezing it a little in his hands .

Sir : I want you to count to 50 and every time im done I want you to say " Thank you daddy ,next time ill lock my car !"

That was not easy at all ! He waits but the smack was so hard it sent goose bumps all over my body . My sir noticed them and it seemed like it got him going
SMACK , SMACK ,SMACK… HE wasn’t even using the belt ! He liked seeing me squeem under the power of his hand

On the 30th one he stands me up

SIR: stand at the back of the chair and bend over to receive the rest with cane..

Me: Please sir wait 5 min , im so sore already ….

Sir: Are you asking for a break right now ?!? Stern look of anger on his face .." After what you did ?Again ?

I cant believe I said that , why was I acting so weak and now I made it worse!!!!!
The cane starts swinging , with each hit I feel as if my skin is breaking . By this time im staring to squirm and I know we are way past 50 but I dare not say anything about it ! My breath is shortening and the tears are starting to well up in my eyes , I keep reaching for something to grab and there's nothing !!

Sir : Do you still need a break ?


Sir: I said do you still need a break ?!?

Me: No sir I don’t . Im so so sorry

Sir : Are you so sorry you wont do it ever again
In my Head I hear : I hope I don’t " but to him I say No!, No I will never do it again ! I promise ..(now full on tears )
Ok , im going to get the lotion to put on and when I come back I want you back over my knew for the Belt

I loveeeee the belt but he doesn't know that . But not after the cane which came after the unexpected spanking from his strong hands .

He takes down my pretty pink panties and I g back over his knee again . Belt wrapped tight around his fist with only a small amount hanging out . I know im going to have to hold it together to through this . My cheeks feel numb but it still stings so bad . I feel him sit up ad look over me to his leg and he says

Wait , what's this ?

You can see the Wet running down His leg. Are you serious right now ?

Me: I couldn’t help it sir !! Im sorry sir , Its not my fault ! Please I cry

I want you back in the corner thinking about this !

Here I am … shhh. Atleast I got my break ;)

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99 views · 1 days ago

Hey all,

Looking for a down to earth spankee who lives in the Massachusetts/Rhode Island area. Check out my profile and videos and if you like what you see feel free to give me a shout sometime. I'm a level headed guy with my own set of friends, hobbies, and the like. Suppose you can say I'm normal, I just so happen to have the spanking bug.

Good luck everyone!

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(Note... Read chapter #17 first, below)

I can't wait to meet his friends!, she thought. I never get to hang out with boys... She picked out her clothes carefully. She wanted to look pretty. Who knows when she'd have another chance like this!! She was smiling ear to ear.
It was going to be the best weekend ever!

They all sat down by the water, having dinner at the table. It was a warm spring day. The sun & cloudless blue sky, reflected off the water.

Baby Gus giggled in his playpen, gnawing on a hotdog, without a bun. Gracie, her strawberry hair in pigtails, amused him with an array of funny faces. The potato salad was so good, the fresh lemonade, a little tart but icey cold.
Uncle James had a quick bite and headed back inside to finish his sketches. We caught up on all the news and laughed about nothing and everything. Many hands made quick work of the clean up. Aunt Sandra took the baby up for his nap. Gracie had a school project to work on, and couldn't play until it was done.

They had no one to bother them. It was going to be great! It wasn't even six yet! Dylan phoned his friend, Jack and said that him and a few other friends would be here before too long. I hope they're cute, thought Janie.

They had to walk out to the woods, on the other side of the Lake. That way no one would see them. It was a bit of a hike. Janie felt so free. Even her hair was down, not pulled up in braids or pigtails. She wore jean shorts and a red blouse, which she tied up at the waist, once they left the yard. She looked good and felt pretty. All her friends had boys they liked. This was her chance.
Dylan had a nice build... between a teenager and young man. His curls were loose and he was so handsome. He was more grown up, than her, Janie thought. She looked up to him & had followed him around like a puppydog, since she was young. She felt safe with him, and proud he wanted to introduce her to his friends. Though they were in the same grade, Janie was nearly two years younger. Her school was performance based, so she was about 18 months beyond her expected place.

Dylan led her to a clearing. It was beautiful, a place surrounded by tall trees and thick with evergreens. Last fall had left a carpet of leaves for them to walk on, crunching beneath their feet. A stone circle scorthed by fire, held the dead ashes of other visitors. Dylan dragged a fallen tree , using his knife to cut off branches, for kindling, and making a place to sit. There were a few big rocks near the fire, that had also been used as seats, bearing the initials of loves that had come and gone.

Janie and Dylan gathered dead wood and stacked it in the ring. Dylan pulled out some matches & lit the pile. The fire was a great idea. She wished she'd brought a jacket. It was cooling off. Sap from the evergreens crackled and spit, but smelled wonderful!!

Through the woods came three boys, laughing and waving. Dylan said, "This is my cousin, Janie. Janie, meet Kyle, Richard and his brother Justin."

"Hi", Janie said, all at once feeling awkward.

"Don't worry, Janie, we don't bite...much", said Richard, the tallest and maybe the oldest of the boys. Hey, Dylan, where toy been hiding her?" Richard day next to Janie, who didn't know what to say. He dropped his backpack, reached in, withdrew a can and pop it open. Then Janie realized it was beer.

"Don't look at me, Dylan said...Janie's Father hardly ever lets her out of his sight. Hey got one for me?" Richard handed out cans to the boys and then offered one to her. Dylan shrugged his shoulders, so she took it, but didn't open it.

The sun was going down. The guys never stopped talking, it seemed. This was so much fun. Everyone was relaxed. Music was playing from Justin's phone. The fire made her mouth dry....just a sip and I'll give the rest to Dylan. It was still cold. She popped the tab and drank a couple big gulps. It tasted funny, but not bad. She held on to the beer, meaning to give it ti Dylan. She shivered a little. Richard asked, " You cold, Janie?"

"A little...". He scooted closer, gave her his jacket and put his arm around her. She was surprised, and couldn't think what to do, but she smiled and drank some more, without thinking. Wait until Sassy heard about Richard, she'd be..."

"Dylan!" They all turned, it was James, her Uncle James!! "Do you know what time it is?!" He walked closer, his face was tight....OH SHIT, THE BEER!. Janie tried to put it between her legs, but it was too late.

His voice grew low....He looked at Dylans friends, "I'll thank you to take your arm off of my niece! Get, Get on home...I'll deal with you boys, tomorrow. Richard went to pick up the backpack..."Leave it, I'll drop it to your Dad." Nobody looked happy. The boys left without a word. James was a huge man, no one would be arguing with him.

"This...THIS is how you take care of your little cousin?? Getting her drunk and letting your friends put their hands on her??? Dylan?! I can't believe it. All of you, drinking, underage! Not telling anyone where you were going!! Its amost 10! her Dad has already called! I've been looking for you over an hour!!
He pulled a radio out of his pocket. "Sandra...I found them. Go on up to bed", static and a muffled voice answered..."See you in a bit. No, we won't be right away."

Uncle James threw some more wood on the fire. "Get up!", looking at Dylan. "Got your knife?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good, go cut some switches, six of them, long and strong, and bring them back here.". He threw him a flashlight. Dylan said nothing, but went towards the woods.
He felt bad for Janie. This c was his mess.
He'd gotten her into trouble, after she confuded in him. Some friend!

James turned to Janie. "You just can't keep yourself out out trouble, young lady! What's gotten into you?! Didn't I see you get your guide tanned only days ago? It's bad enough, what these boys are up to, Janie, but that you went off with Dylan and three other boys...and DRINKING?? Your good name is all you have, in the end. Your Father is going to lose His mind. But tonight, I'm in charge. You'll answer to me. He's been to easy on you, growing up & tried to get tough lately. He should have been as tough then as he tries to be now. But, no he just gave you a whack or two and sent you to your room. He should have been giving you the belt! You won't be getting off easy here, Janie. In fact I think I may keep you for the summer and straighten you out."

Dylan returned, soundlessly handed over the switches. His father tried each one out, whipping them through the air.
"You, Dylan, are responsible for this! This was YOUR friends, YOUR poor judgement and YOUR responsibility.. You may have the pleasure of watching Janie be punished, first. I hope you cringe with every stroke!"

"No, Dad, I'll take her punishment and mine. I knew better. I led her out here. It's all my fault."

"That would be far too easy. NO!! YOU WILL BOTH BE PUNISHED. STAND THERE!!"

Not one whole day here, and you both are in trouble. I'm ashamed of you!!

Oh my God, her head was a little fuzzy. She'd never drank before. She stood and faced her Uncle. "I.... I'm sorry. Please don't tell my Daddy!!"

"I can assure you, little girl, that is the least of your immediate problems!"

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It was Friday, and Daddy was driving her to the Lakehouse. He wouldn't be staying, as he had a redeye flight for business. She rarely got to be with her cousins, without being under his watchful eye. She'd been cooped up in that house for weeks and she just wanted to be out in the spring air.

She'd been alone so much, and Sassy, her best friend, had been hard to reach, even when she, finally was able to use the phone. Janie left a message, but she hadn't called her back and now she would be out of range. Oh well, I'm going to make the most of it.

Uncle James was her Daddy's brother.
He was also strict, but also had a light side. His wife, Aunt Sandra, was meek and book-wormish. She spoke quicky and nervously. She was pretty but conservative, to the nth degree. Janie had never seen her in anything but a dress or suit, even at the Lake. They had three children. Dylan, who was seventeen, was darling and an athlete.
Gracie was twelve, sweet and a bit more little girl than teenager and August, or Gus for short, was just three. He was a beautiful boy, who had s cherub's face beneath a bevy of blondish curls. His blog blue eyes were framed with black eyelashes long and thick, like fringe on a
rug. He never stopped smiling and Janie adored him.

The roads had become rural, as Janie had become lost in thought. The smooth asphalt had given way to rougher roads lined with farm houses and rolling hills. Short stone walls divided the landscape and sheep, cows and horses dotted the fields in the distance.

"Now, Janie..." Here we go, she thought, rolling her eyes. "I want you to mind your manners & listen to your Aunt and Uncle.
I want you to be helpful with the baby and tidying up. Don't wait to be asked to do things. You are old enough to see what needs to be done and to do it. I'm sure you will make me proud, especially in light of the last time you saw your Uncle, when I had to spank you, at the dinner table."
"Your Uncle is in charge, young lady. I will be very busy and will try to call, but cell reception out here is iffy, at best. I want you on your best behavior. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Daddy." repeat back whatever he said, "I'll be polite, helpful and tidy. Uncle James is the boss. I'll behave myself and make you proud".
He made eye contact, to reinforce the fact, he meant business & there better be no bad reports. Janie knew the look, a
cautionary warning.
"As Monday is a holiday, I'll be joining you sometime that afternoon, and drives you home. Enjoy yourself within reason. I'll miss you, Sweetheart, but you'll be fine with James." He was reassuring himself, more than her. She had been getting herself into all kinds of trouble, recently.
He had taken his belt to her, which he rarely did and she rarely deserved. He hoped that would be the end of it all, but at sixteen, she was liable to test his patience. She should tread carefully, his patience, had grown thin. Perhaps she missed her mother, who was abroad this term. She was working on a restoration project in Wales, and maybe Janie needed her at this age. Well, no choice but to carry on.

They entered the gravel road that led to the house. It followed the Lake along two sides. It was a vast property of great beauty. Fruit trees capped with blossoms lined the road. A gazebo and pay area last in the distance. A dock and boathouse were on the left and the sprawling stone house faced the north end of the water. A porch covered the front expanse. Flowers poured out of planters and rocking chairs sat at the ready. Wicker furniture nestled into the ends, made cozy seating areas. A fire pit and benches hid beside the house. A promise of marshmallows and singing whispered in the spring air.
The kids rushed out of the house, followed by James and Sandra, holding Gus. Hugs and smiles all around. Janie was beaming, as her Uncle James put his large arm around her and assured her Father, she was in the best of care. They soon hands and after an awkward embrace, Janie walked back to the car to say goodbye. She would miss her Daddy, but it was going to be a wonderful weekend !!

Dylan dropped her suitcase on the bedroom floor and hopped on the bed.
"My friends are coming round to meet you, later... As long as my parents go inside. My Dad didn't say they couldn't come, but I'm not asking, either. We both know what his answer would be. Anyway, we should be able to have a little fun & my father's way to busy to notice. Mom never comes out except to get dinner going."

"You haven't been to visit in months!! I can't believe your Father's away, God knows he wouldn't want you near any boys!! My Dad's working on that construction deal with your Father. He is drawing sketches of the complex, so he won't be around that much. Mother will be busy with the baby and we're going to have the run of this place . Do you think you'll come for summer?"

"Dylan, are you sure we won't get into trouble?? Daddy's been so cross with me. I got into a terrible mess at school. I got caught smoking and I took Daddy's lighter, and well... It all came out."

"Oh my God, Janie, you DIDN'T. I would cross your Father! What happened??!"

"First I was paddled at school, Dylan, that mean Mr. Stern pulled my pants down, and put me across his lap..."
"No... He never.."
"He beat me black and blue. It was take the punishment or be expelled."
"Expelled?! Janie King, I just can't get over you doing such a thing!"
"Oh... I don't even smoke, I coughed my lungs out!! I was just showing off... and anyways, the Principal took the lighter and I had to tell my Daddy... Oh, Dylan!! It was awful! ". A tear Sprang to her eye. "He was livid! So on top of the paddling I had at school, Daddy punished me AGAIN...On the bare bottom! With his hand first....REALLY HARD!! Then he whipped me with his belt, Dylan!! He never gave me such licking!! Afterwards, he says that it's not over, that I had another session coming, worse than the first! He was only waiting because my butt was so torn up!"
"Jesus, Janie....are you okay??"
"Yes, but after a day or two, I just wanted to get it over with. So I agreed I was ready. He took me into the study and taught me a lesson I'll never forget. He blistered my rear end and it's still yellow and green, from it, weeks later..... But I'll tell you the rest later! Let me change. I'll meet you on the porch."
"Nope, Dad's got hotdogs on the grill and Mom's getting the rest of the stuff ready in the kitchen. We're going to eat outside. Gracie's helping."
"Okay, I'll hurry, change and go help in the kitchen. Oh, Dylan...we have the whole weekend! She turned and hugged him hard. He was as close as any brother."

Dylan headed out after lifting the suitcase on to the stand. "See ya soon, hurry! Janie, I'm so glad you're here!!"

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A fantasy;

Two women barge in. One holds me down and the other pulls out a leather paddle and spanks me until I'm red. She slightly wedges my underwear up exposing the cheeks and pulls out a wooden paddle. They're both laughing as she furiously paddles me and I squirm under her arm. The woman holding me down says, "Get up and stick that ass in the air or I'm going to squeeze your balls until you pass out". I do as she commands while she grabs my cock through my underwear. Cum seeps out and she smiles. She pulls my underwear to the side and grabs my cock and squeezes the head with a hard pinch. I make a moan and she reaches over and spanks my ass as hard as she can, telling me to be quiet. The girl behind me with the paddle continues to spank me. I ejaculate and the girl in front cups it all in her hand. She reaches over, rubbing it all over my ass and says "Aww, look how shiny it is" and smiles. Then she looks at the girl with the paddle and says "20 more hard whacks with the paddle. Make sure that ass is thoroughly punished. I don't want him to be able to sit down for a week". She does as commanded and I squirm like I'm on fire. They leave, glancing their heads back and smiling as I'm laying face down on the bed.

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I'm so disgusted! Some guy sent me a private message, I opened it and it was him playing with his balls! I'm so pissed!!!!
If you know him, please share and warn everyone!
I put a pic in the comments

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Yesterday was my birthday, and it dawned on me, that my ass hasn't even been touched in close to seven years now. Yes, I am a male switch, and that alone makes me feel shunned in the spanking community. I have given many spanking over the years, but my submissive side has a craving too. It's so frustrating, it's beyond frustrating. Can anyone here even begin to relate? Why is it because I enjoy both sides of the lap that it makes me odd? When will this end and I get my fulfillment like the rest of the world?

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Sometimes I feel like life gets in the way of having a productive life. I inherited a property from a roommate near a horse farm. The horse farm was having construction work done, just as I have been doing to make improvements to their older home. THEIR construction crew ran over my side property fence. The end result? About $10,000 worth of replacement and repair by MY construction crew. I will admit, it looked good. Then the construction morons back into another section this morning!!!!! I just got off the phone with my insurance and they thought this was funny!!???!!! I don't find a bit of this funny! "Well, Mam'am. We just closed that claim yesterday. The fact they plowed down another section? Maybe you need to reconsider having a fence so close to your neighbor's property?" Ummmmm.... my fence is about 10 feet from the edge of the property line. In the over a year, nearly 2, that I have had this property, I have NEVER had anyone run into my fence. The insurance adjuster cannot come out for another 24 hour because they have to finalize the previous claim and add an addendum to point out this is A SEPARATE section. Even though I was not pleased, I was pleasant and polite. But, I just want to lean the driver (is the same darn driver as last time) over the nearest pylon and give him hell. But, why? What would that accomplish but to further wreck my plans for the day? I know. It would make me feel a lot better! (Thanks for listening to my rant)

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In a little over 24hrs. I'll be offering up my panty seat for the sound application of hand, brush, paddle and strap. My initial reaction to the news that I'll be getting my bottom blistered? that the seat of my panties will glow like a lantern? that my bottom will look like a pair of ripe shiny tomatoes?,,,

I can't wait!

Tomorrow is spanking day for me. I received confirmation of my discipline appointment via messaging just last night. I am disciplined (at my own request) as regularly and frequently as possible (time and schedule permitting, usually several times a month). I will contact my disciplinarian, or vice versa, and the beginning stages of selecting a discipline time/place will start. As a spankee, I take a bit of satisfaction (and pride) in that I still get spankings and schedule and arrange for them myself. The internet is a wonderful thing as it allows me the opportunity to discuss consensual adult spanking in a community, like ST, that understands.

In my request to my disciplinarian I cited several reasons (misbehaviors) that would warrant a spanking:

1) maintenance spanking - overdue for an old fashioned and traditional trip otk
2) procrastination and laziness - avoiding unpleasant tidying up and housework
3) discussing my spankings and posting pics of my underpants here at ST
4) giving panty shows to the woman next door through a not so private privacy fence
5) generally behaving like a little pantysissy that is just aching to get his bottom warmed

I admit, there is a thrill factor involved. While it is 50% satisfaction that I will be getting something that I need and deserve, it is also 50% just downright red faced embarrassing fun. (oh my! someone's going to see my underpants). While it isn't overtly sexual I will own up to the fact that the front of my sissy nylon briefs are already tenting in anticipation.

While the non-spanko world might find it hard to understand, in just a little over 24hrs. I'll be taking the traditional across the lap spanking position and getting the seat of my tight little sissy panties (and bare bottom) paddle blistered - and liking it!

(I think you'll understand)

comments always welcome

Dominated Girls