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20 views · 5 hours ago

Have had two hours sleep in the past 3 day. First day was partings Al night second. Night was at hospital.. 3 night room mate keep me up all fucken night long. It really suck when u can't sleep. So I have been in a fucken bad mood all. Day. Ya I cussed I don't care u don't like it come here and stop me ... Ya that's what I thought.. rolls eyes anyways not in the mood to be submissive. Tonight .again don't like it. Come STOP me ... Ya. Ok still noone here. So getting of f here before I get myself into some trouble .... Cassandra

45 views · 10 hours ago

I'd like to find a couple or a woman to spank..... I am a switch but I'd prefer a woman's ass because I'm overly strict with men

Please comment if you would like to be the first to be spanked by me.

Kara Prepare Yourself
64 views · 13 hours ago

Ok so I wrote an email this evening that maybe I should have thought about before I sent. I love to be smart you see he wrote to me that he had 3 questions which he numbered but he then asked a fourth at the bottom. Well I thought I'd make him aware that he didn't count correctly and there were 4 now I'm wandering If he will see it as being clever or bratty especially since I asked him if he miscounted during spankings too xx

50 views · 14 hours ago

I paced outside of her house for about 30 minutes trying to calm myself down the three hour drive from Tulsa to Lawton wasn't enough. She really did it this time, but at least she told me upfront. I ran my hand through my hair then put it back into place then I walked in. She washing dishes. I had my ruler paddle in my hand. It was kind of thick and I've never used it on her before I don't think she's ever seen it. Her eyes shot to me. I'd have to talk to her about leaving the door unlocked, but not today. She fidgeted and I leaned against the wall waiting. She put the dish down and walked to face me. I already lectured and yelled. There were no more words left to say so I pointed to her room with the paddle. She wisely obeyed.
When we got to her bedroom she stopped and turned to face me. "I know you're upset with me and I get that I totally understand your frustration. I just wanted to let you know why I did what I did."
"There is nothing you can tell me that will stop or change this punishment." She rolled her blue eyes and then looked at me. Dani was 5'6" with waist length strawberry blonde hair and an oval shaped face.
"Josh just listen please."
"Alright."
"I wasn't trying to commit suicide I took the 4 anti depressants because I was upset and pissed off, I took the 7 painkillers because of the massive migraine I had, and I took the sleeping pill so I could sleep soundly. I'm not trying to get out of my punishment. I know it was reckless and stupid. But you're my best friend and I wanted you to understand why I did it."
I sighed and put my hand on her shoulder. "I do understand Dani. I love you a lot and I want you to be safe and happy, but you're not going to be either if you keep doing stuff like this. It's not healthy and it's not right. You could seriously hurt yourself with pills. That is why you are being punished."
"Yes Sir." She responded. I grabbed her arm gently, sat down on her bed, and pulled her over my left leg.
"Are you ready?"
"Not really," she admitted but she grabbed my shirt with her left hand and buried her face in her right.
"Alright. Let's get this over with." I pulled her pants and underwear down. she whined. "Sorry kiddo, but I need this to make an impression." I rubbed the paddle on her rear end, it was pure white. Time to change that. I brought the paddle back and slammed it against her ass. She jumped and screamed. Wow this paddle was great. That shocked her.
"Ow shit! Josh that really hurts."
"That's kind of the point." I responded but I did spank lighter from there, she still squirmed, kicked and whimpered. I kept swatting hitting in the same place twice before moving on to the next spot I alternated between fast and slow and she freaked out and tried to block I grabbed her hand and held it against her back and continued my onslaught, her breath hitched and she squirmed. Her butt was turning a bright red, and when I heard her first sob. I stopped.
"I'm sorry Joshie."
"Oh no ma'am we aren't done. I'm giving you a choice, belt or switch?"
"Noo please Nisa, no."
"Belt it is." I slid out from under her and pulled my belt off. She adjusted herself on the bed and cried. My heart sunk. But I had to finish this, for her sake. I doubled the belt over and steeled myself. Then laid the first hard swat onto her ass.

Kara Prepare Yourself
45 views · 17 hours ago

Obviously people liked the Josh and Dani spanking more, and that's cool lol. What should Dani get punished for next? And should it be from Josh's point of view or hers? Open to ideas! Thanks for reading my stories! For the longest time I was to scared to write them. This is me branching out! =D thanks for everything!

90 views · 21 hours ago

Lets let the jury decide:
Mr Stern

Communications were going well with Sir and then it happened again: - a text message and I failed to address him with the respect in which he requires. The last time I forgot to address him as Sir, I was spanked hard with his hairbrush. I was a given a spank with the brush for the amount that each letter in the word Sir was worth in the alphabet, so 46 spanks with the hairbrush. I was warned if it happened again I will be caned for this misdemeanour. I felt sure I wouldn’t cope with 46 strokes of the cane. It happened again, So, I pleaded with Sir and explain that I was under a lot of personal pressure just now and it was a mistake and I will never ever let it happen again. He thought long and hard and came back to me with an acceptance of my apology due to the circumstances I found myself in just now. I knew he had a heart but I also knew I couldn’t exploit this.

Over the next few weeks my alleged sassy behaviour has earned me a spanking session with Sirs cane. Due to the miles between us it was going to be a few more weeks before this could happen. Our communication continued and knowing my fate I made an extra effort to be courteous and well behaved, following Sir Instruction. Until last night when I had finished a long week and decided for once to chill and do nothing for the evening, dropping my guard. I sent a text to Sir and ... Yes... I forgot to address him correctly, one small lapse in concentration... Please Sir with the caning I’m due, please don’t add this mistake to my list of misdemeanours. I will really tried hard to be more respectful and concentrate more always when texting you in the future.
Thank you in advance Sir (Mr Stern

78 views · 1 days ago

Going to Rock Hill on Tuesday getting the hell away from here for a few days . Can't take much More no IAM not driving. Don't fucken freak out . A friend is getting me. Leaving Tuesday coming back Thursday night. Sick of s
ame shit different day .. having some Cassandra Time.. will still BLOG'yall

Kara Prepare Yourself
74 views · 1 days ago
92 views · 1 days ago

I am looking for a long term relationship. Someone who can put up with my naughty behavior. Make me cry and beg for my spankings. I am a very naughty boy and naughty boys need to be spanked twice a day.

63 views · 1 days ago

I was furious, I didn't understand how my little sister could do something so stupud and how could Scottie interfere like he did. I was sitting outside on the patio thinking things over when Scottie came outside. "Joshua Kyle. We need to talk." I looked at my older cousin and immediately looked away when I saw the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. Scott stood 3 inches taller than me his short light brown hair was in a flowhawk his blue eyes had were hurt but there was no sign of the anger I saw previously. I ran my hand through my shaggy brown hair.
"Yes Sir." I responded and stood up, he landed an almighty swat on my backside and I jumped.
"Let's take this to your room."
"Yes Sir." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me upstairs. I knew what was coming for the first time since I was a kid I was about to get a whoopin'. We arrived at my room sooner than I wanted to and he made me sit on the bed.
"What in the world were you thinking ignoring, hitting me, cursing at me, and being flat out disrespectful?"
My earlier anger reignited in me and I snapped, "You know she fucked up! You know it! And yet you didn't let me deal with it! What the heck are YOU thinking?!"
He didn't seem surprised by my out burst he just slowly pulled off his belt and doubled it over. I winced. "You chose the hard way cuz, now stand up and bend over elbows on the bed." There was no room for argument no where to run, so I obeyed. I bent over the bed and no sooner than I got into position he started swatting with his belt. I let out a very manly yelp as he gave me the whippin' of my life it stung even through my jeans. Each swat felt like a blazing fire trail, he was swatting from the top of my rear end to my upper thighs and back up, then diagonally crossing swats, his aim was dead on and I was really feeling his displeasure with me. I was clenching my fists and trying to stay in place. I had my head bowed my shaggy hair was covering my face, bending over like I was gave him perfect access to spanking my whole ass. I was sincerely regretting not talking this out first.
"Scottie, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry. I won't disrespect you again."
He gave me reprieve for a few seconds, "I appreciate that, but I'm not done. You do not curse at me." He gave me ten swats to the center of my ass. Scott wasn't holding back. "Am I clear?"
"Yes Sir." I got the words out without my voice cracking but my eyes started tearing up.
"You do not hit me." He punctuated those with ten to my sit spots.
"Y-yes Sir."
"You do not disrespect me." He swatted my upper thighs and the tears flowed freely.
"Yes Sir." I responded defeated.
"And last but not least you do NOT ignore me." He then gave me 20 swats from the top of my ass to my upper thighs. I couldn't respond at first but finally I let out a small yes sir. He stopped the punishment and patted my back. "Get up, Josh." I obeyed and he gave me a quick hug. "Now corner hands behind your head and think about why you shouldn't treat me the way you did. Understand?"
I internally groaned but I gave him a yes Sir and went to the corner putting my hands behind my head.

Kara Prepare Yourself
87 views · 1 days ago

Taking my time in looking but my 2 main options are somewhere in Chicago or Dallas area. I am a bit high maintenance and am looking at upper-middle and upper upper areas... apartments or such to start out with.

I'm finishing this level of college and then moving before the next semester starts. This area is too small in space and the mentality matches. It's depressing and I'm trying to not let it get that far. I work out, study, volunteer, better myself and I'm still not fulfilled.

Time for a change of scenery. In Chicago and Dallas the spanking and little community are of good size and my home community is as well.

Here are my options. 8f y'all know of good neighborhoods, complexes, etc. Then please let me know. I've got lots of time to search but rather hit it early.

79 views · 1 days ago

Every year as my birthday approaches, I muse at the idea of hiring a pro for a spanking session. It seems easy enough and I can afford it... but, yeah, I'm a chicken shit sometimes.

I work really hard at trying to be social. Most people never know how awkward I feel when I have to make small talk or fain having a good time when I'd rather be alone; playing guitar, brewing beer, or working in the wood shop.

Spanking changes everything.

Sometimes, it's like starting all over again. I don't know how to start a conversation about spanking with new people. I still have, well, embarrassment issues with the topic. Maybe that's why I write about it here, in my safe space. In fact, if you're still reading this, I'm a little surprised you can tolerate a latent spanko weenie like me :)

So, to avoid further digression, I have another 'backstory' to share that actually relates to the title of this post. Bear in mind, I hope to get new experiences soon, but for now, backstories are all I have. lol.

One of the few birthday parties I had growing up actually included an awkward spanking moment. After the cake and presents, one of the 10 kids at the party shouted out, "Spanking line!"

When they all lined up in two rows of five, I about wet my pants. Irrational fear made me imagine I was outed and I thought, "how did they know?"

With their sticky cake hands extended, all eyes were on me. I turned white looking into their smirky, sugary, Hawaiian punch smiles. Then I did what I'm naturally wired to do.

I ran.

Yes I did. I ran. And metaphorically, I'm still running.

So another birthday will come and go this year and I'll face that spanking line in my head again. I imagine the scenario now as adult. Here's how it would go (horribly, horribly wrong):

I arrange a spanking session with a professional female switch... we agree to a perfect turn-the-tables, college professor/student blackmail scenario... I send her the deposit to express my sincere readiness... I fantasize for days ahead of the session, imagining my encounter with an extroverted, bubble-butt playmate...

The morning of my birthday arrives and I wake up in a cold sweat. I know what's next... cancellation.

I send her my regrets and payment in full, and that, my friends how the story ends.

I hate birthdays. :(

112 views · 1 days ago

First time I have written a blog so bare with me.
Last Sunday my darling wife decided that it was time for me to be taken in hand and receive a good caning. I prepare myself as requested and bend over a few pillows on our bed and await my fate. Shortly after my darling enters the room looking very sexy as usual. You deserve this I am told and I feel the first stroke on my poor bottom. Now the truth be told I am not a good spankee and she canes really hard so I find myself moving around a lot. Be still, I am told and then the next stroke lands and then another. I want you to count she says, from 12 down. When I reach 1 I think it is over but unfortunately for me my darling is a great believer in zero so I have to endure one last final stroke of the cane. She then take some pictures and informs me that I am to have a dose of the tawse as I moved around too much. Two vicious strokes of the tawse had me rolling around in agony and suddenly it was all over. I got taken to bed and the rest you can work out for your self - am I a lucky guy or what, Yon can just about make out the make of the tawse on the last Photo
best regards
paul




Kara Prepare Yourself
117 views · 1 days ago

Well friends, it has finally happened. After more than three years lurking around this site and some others I have found a top willing and able (for sure) to give me what I need. At a pleasant meeting over coffee we discussed our mutual interest in spanking. My new friend is a determined and experienced top. I was determined but very much a newbie-a virgin bottom-. But I explained my decades long interest, expressed in looking a photos, reading everything I could, looking at videos and thinking about spanking all the time. We struck a cord of mutual confidence.
Then as if it was fate, he explained that an unexpected change in circumstances meant that he could host a session immediately. This seemed to be the Gods watching out for both of us. His home was less than ten miles from our meeting place, I followed his car and was inside in about twenty minutes.

After a brief walk around and a little more getting acquainted, my new friend produced a black carrying case and carefully unlatched the two flip locks. He removed a variety of paddles. A thick oval wooden paddle about 15" long and maybe six inches or so at its widest part. Another hard wooden paddle, about three or four inches around at the business end with long thin handle. Three was a ferocious looking device made by taping two paint sticks together with black electrician's tape. He said that one didn't hurt as much as the others -it was flexible- I decided I didn't want to find out. A large black leather slapper.

Last he produced the hair brush. Sleek, flat backed with an ivory finish. Oh! I hate the hairbrush.

It was time to begin. He gave me a good scolding for my bad behavior, then announced my sentence of severe spanking for repeated disobedience compounded by lies. My pleas for mercy were ignored. My left ear was firmly grasped and I was marched into position. Ordered to drop my jeans and underpants, I refused and pleaded for a second chance. Within seconds my top took my jeans down and bent me over the spanking stool. First dozen spanks with his hand produced a massive release. Its was a cornucopia of emotions that I had carried around since I was a teen. They came up from deep inside, swirled around with a freshness and freedom that made me feel like a child taking his first roller coaster ride. My voice said it "hurt" and "enough" but my mind said please don't stop too soon.

There was a pause just long enough for me to stand and drop my bvd's. Then the hand spanking resumed, hard steady and interspersed with scoldings. I played out my end by sobbing and pleading. My pleas for mercy weren't answered until a good ten minutes of hand spanking had been received.
Then he directed me into a corner, ordered my hands on my head and let me calm myself. He gave me some solace to my sorrow and rubbed my hot pink bottom. But we weren't done.

The session continued this time with me over his knee. A good five more minutes of bare hand spanking. Then a smorgasbord of the paddles. And a healthy dose of the dreaded hair brush.

In all close to an hour of amazing sensations and experiences. I don't want to but I expect I'll get caught again soon. Wish me luck!

82 views · 1 days ago

Hi all, Miyah here :)
So last time Adam messed up and got spanked for it, this time it was my turn :(
Here’s some back story. A few months ago I went out with a friend of mine. Usually we have a few drinks, a good dance and then get taxis home (super safe), but this night, for whatever reason, I decided it would be a good idea to get a night bus....at 3ish in the morning...on my own...without a jacket on! I already know what you’re all thinking.
I didn’t tell Adam straight away, I didn’t think to call him to come and get me...I knew with every passing hour that what I was doing was wrong but at that point I a) just wanted to get home and b) didn’t care...I should have, but I didn’t.
Anyway, as you can imagine when I finally told Adam, he was LIVID! I’ve never heard him so angry with me. He’d said I could have gotten hurt, anything could have happened and that he was going to teach me for putting myself in danger like that...and boy did he!
The first spanking was bad enough, it’s been a while since I’d had a proper punishment spanking so it was all a bit intense. With every swat he’d remind me while I was there and say that I’d never do that again. THEN I was grounded for a month, still grounded now :(
But today was the second spanking for it. It’s getting near the end of my grounding and Adam wanted to “drive the message home”! I knew what that meant.
I was sent to the corner first to think about what I’d done and why I was there. Then he called me over to him...felt like I had butterflies in my stomach as I walked over. He repeated that i was never to do that again (obviously won’t!) and that he cares about me too much to let me behave like that (love this man!). He then told me to get over his lap and wasted no time in laying into my backside! It probably only lasted a couple of minutes but it felt like it went on forever, all I could think of was how silly it was for me to have done what I did and how I definitely won’t be doing it again! Never want to feel as bad as I did earlier :(
Once he felt I was punished enough he told me to go back to the corner. After a few more minutes he came up behind me and gave me a hug, and asked if I’d learnt my lesson (for sure! Two spankings and being grounded for a month? Lesson thoroughly learnt daddy!)

58 views · 1 days ago


II

Now I have done ten days of my two weeks here in Alcatraz East. The warden let me out to go to the dentist (Whoopee!), grocery shopping (twice), and to get my car inspected. I want OUTTA HERE. Yes, it hurts when he spanks me but my girly parts get charged up, too. This is purely a punishment, but I think I see an opening. “The National Weather Service has issued a Severe Thunderstorm Watch for Venango County from 11:00 AM until 6:30
PM today.” So WHEN the power goes out, my router will go out and I won’t be able to check in with Daddy. I’m sure it will be out long enough for me to run over to the mall and have some ice cream and look for some gladiator sandals.

It’s starting to rain, so one last check-in and I. Am. Outahere. I even told Daddy about the Severe Thunderstorm so he won’t be surprised when I don’t check in.

I’m FREE!!. For a while at least. The salted caramel sundae on chocolate fudge ice cream was ecstatic. I didn’t see any shoes I liked so I’m going to wander through the Beauty Barn, although I don’t really need to. Obviously I am beautiful enough. My Daddy loves me just the way I am.

Three blissful hours. Now I can do those last four days of my Unjust Confinement. I’ll fire up the computer and check in with Daddy to tell him the power has been restored.

Me: Hi, Daddy. The lights are back on.

Him: Really? How long ago was that?

Me: Just a few minutes.

Him: Odd. [That doesn’t sound good.] When you told me you has a thunderstorm watch, not a warning, I started to track it on my radar app. It looked to me like the storm went well north of you. [He wouldn’t do that!] After you missed a couple check-ins, I called the power company to ask when they thought power would be restored there. [Oh crap. Oh shit. Oh hell.] What do you suppose they told me?

Me; I really don’t know Daddy. I didn’t talk to them. [Why can’t I lie to this man’s face?]

Him: They told me that the storm missed them and there were NO OUTAGES in their entire service area. Is there anything you would like to say, little girl?

Me: [Very long pause] I’m sorry, Daddy.

Him: So am I, but probably less so than you will be in the morning. Good night.

“Good night.” Right. It will not be a good night. There is no way I can sleep, knowing what’s coming when he gets here tomorrow. Not that I want to sleep. I am going to stay up all night inventing the invisible leather bottom pad.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Daddy.”

“Bring it here.”

This is awful. This is as bad as it has ever been. He is here ungodly early. I am still in my nightie, not that will matter or last long. I haven’t even had time to comb my hair, although that may be a good thing. Daddy always says he like his little girl to look natural. No makeup. No small talk either, just, “Bring it here.” No need for a noun. It. The stool. The gallows. The symbol of ultimate punishment. I like pushing Daddy’s buttons, but it looks like this time I pushed the big red one marked “Real Punishment”.

So there It is, in the middle of the room, where he has lots of space for a big backswing.

“Sit.” I sit on the stool, trying as hard as I know how to look like an angelic 5-year-old who would never do anything really naughty.

“Did you break your grounding?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Did you lie about it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

So I have been tried and convicted out of my own mouth, not that I would dare lie to him again right now. Now comes sentence and execution.

“Stand. Everything off.”

No surprise there. The only thing making me more scared is that his voice is getting quieter. Off come the nightie and the panties, neatly folded.

No implements in sight. He does that because he thinks I will worry more. It works.

No restraints either. I’m actually ambivalent about that. Sometimes it is easier to take a really hard spanking if I don’t have to worry about holding still.

“Over. Do not move.”

So I bend over the stool. When I can reach the far rung to hold on, my feet are off the floor. Daddy has left me to stew like this for half an hour. He swears it is never more than five minutes, but that can’t be true.

Not this time. I hardly have a grip on the rung when the the massive Crack! Hits my ears and instant before other sensations arrive by other nerve paths. Leather. Thick leather, but definitely leather. This is a real relief. My biggest fear now, my biggest fear any time I really upset Daddy is the Delrin cane. It’s the one thing that always makes me scream. The only thing worse would be for Daddy to say he won’t discipline me, that I have gone too far and he won’t be my Daddy anymore.

Leather. Probably the Irish School Strap. I hate it, of course. But I can get through this. I will cry. I will beg. I will apologize without being able to say why. I will bawl uncontrollably. I will want to cum if he will let me. I will ache for four days. I will be sorry for my lie every time I sit down for a week. I can get through this. I will get through this. Stupid Rule.

Kara Prepare Yourself
68 views · 1 days ago


Communications were going well with Sir and then it happened again: - a text message and I failed to address him with the respect in which he requires. The last time I forgot to address him as Sir, I was spanked hard with his hairbrush. I was a given a spank with the brush for the amount that each letter in the word Sir was worth in the alphabet, so 46 spanks with the hairbrush. I was warned if it happened again I will be caned for this misdemeanour. I felt sure I wouldn’t cope with 46 strokes of the cane. It happened again, So, I pleaded with Sir and explain that I was under a lot of personal pressure just now and it was a mistake and I will never ever let it happen again. He thought long and hard and came back to me with an acceptance of my apology due to the circumstances I found myself in just now. I knew he had a heart but I also knew I couldn’t exploit this.

Over the next few weeks my alleged sassy behaviour has earned me a spanking session with Sirs cane. Due to the miles between us it was going to be a few more weeks before this could happen. Our communication continued and knowing my fate I made an extra effort to be courteous and well behaved, following Sir Instruction. Until last night when I had finished a long week and decided for once to chill and do nothing for the evening, dropping my guard. I sent a text to Sir and ... Yes... I forgot to address him correctly, one small lapse in concentration... Please Sir with the caning I’m due, please don’t add this mistake to my list of misdemeanours. I will really tried hard to be more respectful and concentrate more always when texting you in the future.
Thank you in advance Sir (Mr Stern)

59 views · 1 days ago

I would like to get a troll tomorrow, I live in Poland. He urgently needs punishment, reproach and lament.

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