Vanillas and Their Innocent Spanking-Free World

I was reading, on Haron's and Abel's blog, about "Electric Paddles". After quoting from a vanilla blog, Haron says "by Naomi, to whom I don’t link to avoid freaking her out".

And she is right. I can't stop giggling at how sick we spankos are.

Sometimes, I get tired of reading spankings told from a spanko perspective and I search the blogs for vanilla stories. It's interesting to note that while Juju - like many other spankos - are still tormented by feelings of anger and frustration when recalling childhood spankings, the vanillas barely remember them. I even remember an occasional swat and feel embarassed by it! Does it have to do with our spanko minds? It has to. In all the occasional conversations I had with vanillas about spankings received while they were kids I've never seen a glimpse of remorse or hard feelings. The other day, one of my friends was telling us that he was getting spanked probably once every 24 hours for being naughty. And he could laugh about it. And when he said that, the whole group joined in telling stories of their spankings - except for me. I'm not vanilla.

I also remember, in my childhood, that one of my cousins was getting it regularly and good. He had no trouble speaking of it and even giving me details. I was freaked out.

I am beginning to believe that spanking is a great deal to us, adults, who have some kind of spanking fetish. The rest of people - they don't give a shit anymore and everything looks normal and forgotten.

Puzzling

I have to share this with you... There is this guy who has a mild public obsession with spanking. I mean, a butt is there to be swatted, you know? So once I mentioned to him spanking and the reaction was 'oh, ok'. The next day he tells me, while going out to eat: "We need to talk." Me, innocently: "About?" "You know, the thing you told me about yesterday." "Ok," I said, "whenever you want."

Then there was nothing else said. But the next days the chat between us was... awkward. As if... I can't explain how, but it was awkward. Just chatting about work and various things but the discussion about spanking was like hanging somewhere in the air, you know? He avoided the discussion, but he did not avoid splapping some asses soundly - he was doing it before also, only that now they were like 'emphasized', you know? His attitude changed mildly and so did mine (I became protective, displayed my 'kool' look (which is Top'ish not bottom'ish). You know, in our own spanko world we feel the 'messages' when they are sent, and even without discussion, it was as if he sent the signal - 'I am into spanking'. But... that was it. Sooner or later, the discussion will come out again. I know it will. But I am curious what the heck goes through his head. Do you know how frustrating this is? I don't care about him in any way - except as a friend and colleague - but curiosity is killing me. What is he into?

Well, as a spanko, I should think he is into some very mild - maybe - spanking reality. I don't think he investigated it further. He is the Top with no chance of bottoming. But where is the limit for him and how did it happen? Fuck, this really kills me. I *need* to know! A potential spanko needs to be investigated and recruited.

Question about Belts

Ok, you guys... You should know the answer to this one:

A few days ago when I was running around for some shopping (needed a fancy belt for a costume party) I found a very very smooth flexible belt. I mean it is not the hard kind; it's the lighter swooshy kind. The moment I saw it I fell in love with it.

Do you think it hurts more than the normal Levis belt - You know, the ones for guys, with the big buckle?...

I just need some advise since it's about 80 bucks and I am low on money this month with all the presents and shit, and in the same time my mind got stuck to it. So I want a good investment...

help? anyone?

Spanking Clip (Domestic Discipline)

I don't remember the name of this movie, but it was on HBO and I loved watching it.

Fans of M/M and M/m, here is a clip worth watching, I promise you!

Last Night

Talking to Paul is therapy. hehe Initially I wanted to post a reply to comment but I gave up when i realized I was writing novels in my reply. So, Paul advised a very normal thing if your mind is sound:

"Kay, the only thing that I can advise, is ask. Dom/Tops can't read minds. If you really need a spanking, and Jack isn't picking up on you, copy and paste this post and email it to him. It would be so much easier if we could read minds.
I've added another comment to the previous post.
Warm hugs,
Paul."


Paul, I ain't asking anything! Not dirtectly, at least... Yesterday I managed to tell him (cuz my brain was on fire): "How come I am such a bad baby and I always get away with it? Am I just lucky?"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the couch - but it was the couch with the window open and the curtains open and I whined about it - "No... the neighbors can seeeee..." And then he wanted to change the bed without letting go of me, but I started hugging him and kissing his neck and spoiling myself. And he was laughing by that time and only said: "Hugging gets you out of trouble, that's why you do it, hm?" And I giggled and we huggled some more.

Truth is, Paul, my Mom was coming over last night - I finally called back after 7 missed calls (I was out!! Can't hear phone in restaurant and traffic.) and asked her - see how rude I am - if she went crazy calling like that. It seems she didn't go crazy, she was just 2 hours away from us, coming to the ministry for an urgent meeting. It was really nice that she came, but I got to see her last night briefly for 2 hours and in the morning I only got to kiss her good-bye.

Thing is, I haven't taken my vitamins for a few months now. And I *know* what that means when I am very stressed and tired...

Last week we wanted to eat out but when we reached the place it was very crowded, and hot, and it smelled like food. My stomach went instantly bad, I got dizzy - I was on the verge of both throwing up and fainting. So I told Jack that I needed out right then, because I can't stand anymore. I couldn't breathe. I had a knot in my throat. I am not claustrophobic. But my Calcium or Magnezium dropped a lot recently, it seems. Next day I refused to eat until five in the evening and I was again almost fainting. All week I've been eating nothing almost - I am not hungry -, went to bed at 1-2am and woke up at 7, smoked like a chimney... so last night, on our way home from the restaurant, my heart went crazy. I would have arrhythmia now and then for a few minutes... but last night, hell, it kept going from 8 through 12. I hadn't bought vitamins or calcium either lately, and I refused anything sweet to boost the sugar in my blood... I refused food when my Mom asked me... Ten years ago I would be that stubborn that only when I was already in the worst condition and the whole house was alarmed I would take something to get over my problems. "I can do it. I can get over it without help" - is my motto.

Honestly, I think that for this I deserve a good spanking. Any Top in his right mind would do it. But instead, Jack pampers me, going on with the phylosphy that spanking would not help, since I like spanking?! Honestly, I think it would.

Great Snippet

Oh, you gotta love this (thanks to Iris who brought a great writer to my attention - Ranger):

>>>
"I'll behave." Jamie said with charming contrition. I fixed him with a stare that finally managed to disconcert him.

"Believe me, I can damned well make you."
>>>

To the point. Dialogues like these are hotter than the spanking itself.

Going... Berserk Here

If Jack doesn't spank me really good one of these days, the whole company will know I am into spanking. Spanking thoughts are oozing out through my pores already! And the terrible thing is that my partner is making crazy comments on spanking, without any visible problems. I swear that one day I won't be able to hold it inside anymore! :( I need to yell it out loud!

Guys, has this ever happened to you? Am I mad or something? I feel like calling one of my new friends and just.. confessing. And I know I cannot afford that. I mean... you cannot trust people, you know. *sigh*

I have so many things to worry about in real life right now and spanking is the only thing keeping me... ticking. If only my best friend would call now! If only! *sigh*

Spanked...

Not today and not this week. But I got a few minor spankings over the past month. After a long break, even a minor spanking seems 'hard'. But you know it's mild since you only get a pink bottom.

So Jack decided to spank me 'just 'cause' a few times. It was fun. But also pathetic because it makes you crave more.

Ihave nothing else to add. I am too tired to think and my eyes are hurting. And again, I have too many things on my mind...

Other Memories

I am on a roll today with posting...

Writing a post causes me to remember other things.

I remember that when I was small, until the age of 15-16, even though I had boyfriends and so on, I liked to be around boys. I had only two girlfriends - one because we were in the same class, the other because our parents were friends and we were neighbors. But I would play with them stupid girlish games only if the boys were 'unavailable'. This behavior drove my parents crazy - as in they cut all my soccer balls thinking that that would stop me from playing soccer. They grounded me - to no avail. They slapped me - nothing. I had climbing trees and construction buildings in my blood. Playing 'Cowboys and Indians' was also in my blood... action figures, cars (they had to buy me cars because I wouldn't like dolls - I spanked them, so go figure! hehe), soldiers, train sets, lego, games related to sports, etc. And my favorite - soccer. I would play soccer from the moment I got home until I had to do my homeworks in the evening. That's how I managed to cut my leg and have it stiched at 8.

Anyway, when my soccer mates weren't out, I was hanging out with the boys in my building - who could not play soccer (how weird is it for a guy not to play soccer? Soccer still seems to me a very manly thing. If you can't play a manly game, you're not a man in my eyes. Sorry. :) ) One of them was the craziest kid there was - the climbing on everything type and who breaks his teeth at my birthday party; the other - the silent type, whom we would always get in trouble. We were not allowed to wander around the construction site and climb on those buildings for obvious reasons. But we never listened. We were also supposed to be home before dark. This time we managed to drag this boy with us until it was quite dark. His parents went mad looking for him. We heard his Dad calling him home - he was very pissed. And my crazy friend said then - let's go their door and listen to him getting whacked. Which we did. But we were interrupted by him coming to the door, eyes in tears, very embarassed, asking us to leave. I know - we were evil.

The other kid - the crazy one - also got a good whacking once, because he threw potatoes out of his balcony to the people down, and he managed to hit an old man who did not understand the joke. So he went right on to the kids parents. His Dad really spanked his ass. hehe

Nude Spanking

I hate nude spankings. I hate them because they are more humiliating than anything else. Besides, I don't really see the point in getting naked for a spanking. Well, I see his point, but that is quite the opposite of mine, so it doesn't help much.

A few years ago he spanked my wet bum. I remember when I was small my Mom was obsessed with me not staying forever in the bath tub - where I would gather all my ships and action figures and small soldiers. Now, my hubby is obsessed with it. I guess they were - and are - scared that I might faint in there or something. Anyway, I got spanked for long baths as an adult. It might have been also my fault, since I insisted on splashing water on his suit... hehe

He counted first. 1...2....3....4....5... Nothing. His wife had no intention in leaving her nice and warm foamy bath. Then he reached out, scooped the wife out, and spanker her wet bum nice and good. That is not the way a bath should end. He could have dried me with a nice fuzzy towel and carried me to bed. That's the right approach, you see. Instead, he spanked me and asked me to dry myself and go to bed. So sad...

So... I don't like wet spanking, especially when I am naked.

Stupid Forum, Stupid Spanking

So I was brain-washed and tired enough to call his forum 'stupid'.

It started from Jules' (my best friend's) statement that she hadn't had time to read a book for her own pleasure for almost two years. She was enjoying one now. At this remark, Jack thought he'd put his two cents in: "Like me. I haven't read a novel for more than a year..."

"But that's not because you're too busy, hon; it's because you spend all day on your stupid forum," I concluded dutifully.

It wasn't a pissed off remark. It was a statement. But who cares what it was since I got spanked for it? And I laughed my ass off while he hauled me by the hand, turned me around, and went on swatting my bum mercilessly. And all I did was wriggle my bum and laugh my ass off.

"Stupid forum? I show you stupid forum!"

Ha! He showed me a good time, that's all.

Peace!

Domination, Submission, and Hormones

The idea came to me today. I have a friend who's been coming over a lot for the past few days, usually when we return from school. We chat about projects and crap and all the other shit that girls usually talk about, including gossips. This time our Marketing project took us to pills, estrogen, and testosterone.

Some women tend to have more testosterone than estrogen, even though they keep being women. Three of my friends are like this and it seems that I make friends only with these kind of girls. I, for example, just like my friend, had a tendency, as a kid, to prefer cars and play soccer with the boys, climb trees, get into fights, over playing with dolls. We are more assertive, love control, and are still interested in things that men are interested in. Well, except for spending hours in the mirror, shopping for hours, and other similar stuff, of course. Our voice is not high pitched, but a little grave. We don't 'wag' our butt when we walk, generally. We build muscle faster than average girls too. We loved Maths and Physics and Chemistry in school. We wanted to have a job that makes use of a uniform. We like SAS on Discovery Channel, programs with cars, we like the way engines work. Of course, we cannot generalize, but of a party of four or even more, most of these traits repeat themselves in the people I know.

What's the point of this discussion? I am wondering if these hormones play any role in our interests in being dominant or submissive? I might as well be a bottom when it comes to Jack, but with anybody else I tend to be bossy. I wouldn't accept probably any kind of authority and the only one I would accept is the one I approve of. I run things my way and I always did. I normally get along better with guys than with girls, or I end up having girl-friends who are as bossy as I am.

You're asking me if I have an interest in girls or if any of us have an interest in girls? Nope. Sorry. Maybe if I get drunk I could kiss a girl but I can't go further. It's not my kink, really. That's just a matter of preference, in my opinion. It's also a difference between being gay or becoming a transvestite. Anyway... that's all for today.

Aren't you amazed that I posted two days in a row? hehe

Oh... That Unexpected... Unwanted Spanking

Many of you must have thought me dead, after not popping my head out into the blogland for so long. Well, luckily enough, school and other crap haven't managed to kill me. Not just yet.

I am interrupting my project writing for a quick bloggy. hehe I would have posted this weekend, but guess what? A stupid neighbor played this Friday with my cables and my Internet and HBO were gone in an instant. So today the guy from the cable company came to solve the problem.

I'm actually writing in order to talk about my spanking this Friday. Or was it Saturday? Who cares? It was weekend and my late mood was being reflected in my bitchy attitude towards everything and everyone. I have worked, second time now, on a project that was intended for five people. Who did the whole work? I did. Why? Once, cause I didn't want those newcomers on my team, but they pushed their way in, and two, how can you trust with your grade someone you don't know? Thus, I did the project. Again. I'm just pissed that some people do the work and others get the good grades. Period.

So on Friday or Saturday, after being almost finished with the project, Jack though I needed a spanking. I laughed in his face, like many other times last week. It was a grin saying "you better not touch me or else you are dead meat". He insisted on "it's up to me not to you when you need it". The statement didn't turn me on. I just didn't want a spanking. I swear I didn't. And it wasn't that "I didn't want" that happens to be "I want". It was the "didn't want" that I have made sure to be so after deeply scanning the insides of my brain and moods. I - DID - NOT - WANT - A - SPANKING. Clear enough. I was ready to bite Jack's head off at this point.

He spanked me alright. I hated it for awhile. I faught back again and again, meaning every push and every scratch and every kick. I scratched his face by mistake though, while pushing away his head. He was trying to bite my butt. If you bite my butt or my tits you make me cry out of fear.

Let me tell you dear spankos that we are wrong when we assume that spankings do not really hurt. They hurt but in a nice way, you're saying? No. They hurt and that's that. If you're not in the mood, they hurt like shit. It's not pleasure, no fucking endorphins running wild, just pure pain. I covered my butt in desperation while Jack was trying to calm me down with a spanking. The more he slapped, the wilder I got. He was so puzzled, poor guy. I mean he was spanking me for my own good, right? Not because he likes it; because he thinks I need it.

Half way through he was so exasparated he went to get the hairbrush. He couldn't find it so he settled for the belt. I didn't count them. It was hurting. I started crying. Sobbing like mad, but crying silently. Not out of pain, like I said. Out of the frustration that I couldn't stop something that was painful and scary.

Jack tried everything to get me to enjoy the spanking: keywords, slaps, playful stuff, control related issues. No result. A few slaps later he gave up. My butt was extremely hot. I had a few marks but they wore out till today.

The whole point of this post is to give you a spanking story, because it happened and I should be phony not to mention it on my blog, and second, to make you aware that spanking is fucking painful when you don't want it.

Sure, it did happen before for me not to want a spanking but then get really wet during one. But this time... this time I was blank. As blank as a guy who has his mind on sex and his company's pressing issues. I don't know how it happened while I do know why it happened. It's just frustrating to know that it happened. Oh well... have fun in your spanking world. My spanking mood is ... a mood.

Peace!

Identify Your Top

I must thank Jack for the idea of this post. My man has good imagination... I also want to find that pond with inspiration that he has found.

So, lemme ask you this: if you were blindfolded and also deprieved of auditory senses, could you tell, from a spanking, if the Top spanking you is yours or not?

I thought about it for a while, and I am quite sure that no one could trick me. Even if Jack was to teach his spanking methods to someone else, I could recognize his hand print on my butt anytime, any way, anyhow.



I know how big his hand is, I know how his fingers feel, I know the pace, I can feel his breathe. He is not predictable, but a certain pattern emerges here and there. I know how he tenses and I know how he would react in any situation. So if I wasn't sure about him, I would probably cover my butt with my hand, and then... revelation!

Obviously, he wouldn't be allowed to trick me. And I know for sure that this would be the first thing on his mind. hehe

But, without being a dare, I declare loudly and proudly that his Topping schemes are no secret for me!

A Spanking World

Now that would be funny.

I wondered today if spanking would still be fun if it weren't taboo for some people. What would happen if the whole world would like spanking the way they like common sex?



I tend to believe that there would be thousands of blogs on the subject, and most of them would not be updated daily. Honestly, I don't believe that spanking would be fun in such a world.

But what if there was a spanking country, or a planet, where spankos lived? Would you be the first one to move in the neighborhood? Imagine going to the Mall in SpankoLand and getting to see two wives spanking their husbands in the parking lot, one guy grabbing his brat by the ear to drag her home for a good whacking, everyone trying out spatulas and various implements on other people's asses... After one happy month here I think I would run home and get into a spanking disintoxication sanatorium. hehe

Where's the fun if it's not kinky anymore? Where is the fun when you can't wink at your partner when a startle happens? There would be no startles here, no teasers, nothing to make us imagine spanking and giggle about it. What you see is what you get is sometimes a killer policy.

How much spanking can our mind take before going crazy?

Anyway, I would love visiting SpankoLand now and then.

"Don't worry, you will get spanked!"

"Don't worry, you will get spanked!"

I heard those words today, as I was waking up from my nap. I wasn't quite sure why Jack was announcing a spanking. Maybe because I had a hard day and he wanted to do something nice for me; maybe because my behavior was threatening to become thunderous.

I was yawning and grunting, in a general state of mental disconfort.

"Ok, you're getting spanked."
"What? I don't want..."
He was already on my bed, kneeling, pulling me over his knees.
"Once again it's not about you wanting. You don't get to make the rules around here. I do. Period. And you get to write about it too!"



PJs, panties down. And a slap that seemed to crush, not land, on my bottom. He reached ten slaps extremely fast. I had problems once more with keeping my hands away from my bottom, simply because it hurted a bit too much.


"How many times do I have to tell you about those hands?" Spanks. Grabbing my hands, bringing them to the front: "Haven't you learnt anything yet?" More spanks. "Put your hands over your head."
My mumbles.
"Put your hands over your head or I'll spank you to tears! I'm not kidding!"

That's a bit scary. Such comments rarely escape Jack's mouth so when they do, better watch out. It was in my best interest to obey.

"I'm gonna make you do corner time. You need it." And carried on with his spanking.

But you can't expect me to behave for long, not with that kind of pain. So Jack had to grab my hands again and place them over my head, while I was sliding from bed, head down.

"You're falling... get up!" My butt, dragged over his knees again, had another rendez-vous with his hand. I kicked so much that he even had to trap my legs. But two minutes later, and another twenty swats into the spanking, I was again head down on the floor.

"You want to be spanked like this?" *very hard slaps* "Up. Get back on the bed!" He adjusted my position again, including my hands on top of my head. I argued, commented, protested...

"Oh, that's it, young lady! That's it! You've earned yourself a really hard spanking! Grumbling, hm?" He took out his belt, grabbed my hands and tied together my sleeves aga'n, and started his job, building a fast fire in my butt. I think I have some marks, because I felt that damn belt overlap a few good times in the same spot. And yet, I still felt bratty. He had to go on with his hand again for another five minutes or so, until I managed to answer his questions without a grumble.

This was followed by blow job and sex and more spanking.

Funny enough, I still have energy.

Jack has already a plan on his next post this weekend. It's gonna be a surprise. hehe

Spanking Drawing

Last night Jack took over the computer until quite late. I was watching Anime and I suddenly got in the mood to draw.

I am sure you will not find my mood amazing, but I, myself, have thought to be quite surprising. You see, I haven't drawn for pleasure and for months since highschool, like ten years ago. A few years back I got again in the mood to draw but it lasted for like one month, then real life took over again.

It was awful. I am not that good or anything, and I don't have any education whatsoever in painting or drawing, my hand lost the habit, so bear with me.

I like black and white, pencil most. But for Tigger, I have this little teddy to cheer her up! ;) Luv ya sis! :)

You know the drill, click on pics to get a better look. hehe

And since we are spankos, here's a spanking drawing. Told you I was out of ideas, so I drew. hehe


I suppose that is Jack whacking me, even though I am a bit too tall in the drawing. hehe If you cut off my head, you might get my real height. ;)

Enjoy! Catch up with ya later, gotta get ready for school!

Spanking When Too Tired

I entered blogmode with no idea what I was gonna write about today. The older I get, the more ideas I lose. The more I experiment, the less things I have to say... Quite paradoxal, eh? ;)

I'm happy you guys liked Jack's post yesterday - he saved my tired ass. ;) He knows already what his next post is gonna be about and he won't tell me. I like surprises anyway. :)

Two days ago I cut my post in the middle because the cat was driving the whole building nuts. Like I said, that spanking wasn't a very big deal, but I perceived it as something that could bring me close to tears. Why? Because I was tired. If I'm tired all it takes is a couple of hard slaps, and I feel like I've been spanked for days... So if Jack had gone on, I would have cried. Fortunately - and this time I mean the word - he didn't. For me being tired is as bad as being drunk. Weird...

By the way, is it only me or is the world wide web getting full of mostly F/F spanking pics and videos? What happened to the guys? Wherever I look, girls and more girls! Male spankos became an endangered species. Maybe they are scared to come out and play in today's society when women are getting powerful *weg*... or maybe only female spankers are multiplying. Lucky for some, sad for me.

I want a Japanese school uniform. I love everything Japanese, except a few things related to business and women - being an Economics graduate and studying intercultural stuff I learnt some stuff... Japanese art is absolutely fabulous. Japanese girls are awesome. Japanese furniture - my fav bedroom. Japanese food - to die for! But I couldn't live in Japan. Anyway, I love Japanese school uniforms... I gotta find one soon. I think Jack would like that too. hehe

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go look online for one. I'm in the mood. ;)

Hmm... I got an idea for another post on Japanese anime and hentai, on control, raping, monsters, rough sex... It sounds like fun! hehe

A Chat about Corner Time

I couldn't sleep all night because of my cat, so I am agonizing today. If I close my eyes, my head might just fall on the keyboard for a long sweet nap.

I know I got a spanking only two days ago, on Thursday, but yesterday evening I had another chat with Jack. I was ready for more. For a lot more and worse. I needed it. It didn't happen, but the weekend has barely started.

"When are you gonna put me in the corner?" - I asked, while he was watching "Survivor" on AXN.
He looked at me, and it took him a few seconds to connect back to this world.
"Why don't you go stand in the corner now?" - he suggested with a smile.
Of course it crossed my mind to obey. But it wasn't right.
"Not now. Now I wouldn't do it."
"But you've been in the corner before..."
"Yes, but it was very long ago."

He lit a cigarette, went back to his series. A few seconds later he turned to me again:
"Corner time never works for you. You always seem to use it for more mischief, not to repent."
"You're not doing a proper job, it means. Corner time would really help you help me..." Explaining it was hard. "It can take me to subspace pretty fast. I can behave if I *need* to."



The thing is... my previous corner times had me naked standing in the corner. And I also had a red butt. But not red enough to stop me from bratting. Only once I think I was a bit too scared to misbehave. And another time, I painted the wall. That got me another belting and more corner time.

I'm just thinking that putting me in the corner might drain some of the extra energy out of me. The ideal move is: spank me, put me in the corner, go on doing your stuff while keeping an eye on me, spank me again, and one more corner time. And if that doesn't work on any brat, then I might as well dress up as Santa Clause and sell pickles in Jamaica.

That's for today's post. Now, I wanna ask you to do something for me, or for you, if you feel like it. This week or next weekend I'm gonna write one of those '100 things about me', inspired by Eva's post a few good days ago. If you have any questions that you want an answer to, please let me know. Either comment here or send me an email. Anonymous or not. Your choice. I will not answer normally or seriously stupid questions though. When is a question stupid? When you wonder if to ask it or not. hehe ;)

If no questions come, I will just go on rambling about myself for 100 lines and bore you to death. hehe So you're either gonna be proactive, or passive regarding my future post. If you've been here for some time, you knowI don't beg. Tigger suggested on that 'delurk' day that lurkers like being begged. I say begging might seem pushy. I give you a free choice. Either you want to ask or not. :) If you're not in the mood, fine by me. ;) I have no intention in grabbing you by the ear, bending you over the arm of the couch, and tanning your bum with Jack's belt for saying 'no'. Not just yet, let's say. hehe

So, have a nice Saturday guys. :)

A Spanking Before School

It started with my mood to get spanked. The best way to get a spanking when your significant other might not be in the mood?

Put on a short schoolgirl-like skirt - I have a green one - a sexy top, black lingerie with push up bra, leave half of the boobs out, and black long nice boots.

I was over his knee in ten minutes, getting the mother of all spankings, or so it felt at the moment. He spanked me for being a 'bad girl'. Generally speaking. hehe He simply torched my bum with his hand.

I am not protesting much lately, and I am training my feet not to leave the floor. It doesn't work 100%, but it's better. My man didn't hold back one second: he was determined to give me a red bum. He built the fire in my bum quite fast, with strong and fast slaps. When I started kicking, he grabbed my hand and held it.




"Ok, stand up, go get the hairbrush..."
I didn't move.

"Please not the hairbrush... Besides, your hand hurts more," I lied.

"Okay," he said, and laid in my butt even worse.

Ten spanks later I started complaining about my seat spot and asked for the hairbrush. A time out sounded too good.

"Go bring it!"

He had to, because I couldn't find it. Then I was back over his lap. He started by spanking me again over my skirt, then on the bare. I had instantly changed my mind about the hairbrush business.

"It hurts more than the hand!" - I was already whining.

My butt was feeling extremely hot. Numb from the spanks, almost. It was time for Jack to switch back to his hand. He slapped my legs, something he hadn't done before. He tried to catch any possible white spot left on my butt. Now and then he was pausing, checking the marks, starting again.

"This is the hardest I got so far!" - I cried, my hands on the floor.

Then he motioned me to stand up. He was already really hard so we moved to blow jobs and one healthy fuck on the couch. It was great sex. And touching myself does help during sex. hehe

And the neighbors? Let them here!

Now, the results for the poll. "When watching a clip, reading a story, getting a spanking, which verb is the hottest?"



For a better view, click on the image. :) Thanks for voting guys!