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baddgirl's avatar

Views: 33 · Added: 4 hours ago

Guys, I had no idea the blogs posted anywhere other than my own page. I didn't mean to flood the feed with my stuff, and thus, push other's postings down further out of sight.

It is with my sincerest apologies that I promise to post only one part of a story in a day or two time span, so as not to repeat this.

Thanks to SRC for the heads up, too!

Hope you will continue reading, and not be annoyed with me.


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naughty_butt's avatar

Views: 159 · Added: 18 hours ago

Morning STubers
needing some help here
trying to upload a short video (7mins) and it isn't managing to upload before the system logs me out.
Any ideas ?
I can't email it with hotmail as its too large a file
all help greatly appreciated
thanks in advance

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Views: 163 · Added: 1 days ago

I haven't logged in for a while, and had a few messages, both inbox and wall, wondering where I've been, so instead of writing the same thing several times, figured I'd just do it once.

Last fall I started seeing a woman, and the relationship bloomed; she wasn't a spanker, per se, but she naturally took the lead in our relationship (probably in part because I naturally follow, if I trust the direction of my captain); I divulged my interest in erotic spanking as an opening, and by the holidays, we started moving into more disciplinary spankings - and by the spring, it seemed pretty solid. It was great - we connected because we had non-kink attractions, but once the kink was added - and mutually enjoyed/beneficial - everything seemed to be going right.

Life doesn't let things be that easy, does it? We had a falling out around April, largely for reasons that were my fault.

Fortunately, she was serious when she told me she loved me, but she needed me "grow up" and figure out what/who I wanted for my future - and at the time of the split, no amount of spanking was going to be the source of me "growing up."

We started talking again around the beginning of summer, and by the middle of June, I did manage to convince her that I was serious about her, and about us. It was probably one of those situations where a little time apart - and a little time drifting - did help me grow up, and realize what I needed.

You didn't think that someone who told me I needed to "grow up" was just going to take me back without anything of interest to you, did you? Once she was convinced that I was all-in on our relationship, this lil' girl did a lot of growing up, howling over "mom's" knee while her hand and hairbrush turned my pale cheeks a fire-engine red. After that, soothing touches, cream, and kisses helped deal with that fire.

It's not just being busy that's kept me away, though. There were ground rules at the beginning, part of building trust. One of those ground rules was staying off my online spanking sites until August 1 - she needed to learn to satisfy all of my spanking needs, and I needed to rely on her, and only her, to do that. I now get weekly maintenance spankings, as well as "on the spot" spankings for violating any number of "rules" we've come up with. My favorite reason, of course, is having a delightfully naughty behind. She nails me for that one frequently.

So if you've wondered where I've been, that's it. I'll still be around, and she's actually enjoyed reading what I've written here before - and my inspiration is definitely charged now!

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Rotfuchs83's avatar

Views: 216 · Added: 1 days ago

It's me, SuperSebastian...

I don't want to lie to you and only be a friend of yours because you don't know my real identity....

Please give me a second chance to start all over again without blocking me again. I don't want anger and disagreement with you. After all we are all into spanking.

I was very new to this site and I didn't know how much trouble the wrong words on a public wall and announcing names in a blog entry would cause. I apologise for this and I do wish to start all over again with you in a harmonic and peaceful way. I do wish I'm allowed to comment your entries in future again and I would be happy if you do this to mine.

Maybe we can talk about what happened in a PM to set the record straight?

Maybe I am too sensitive and I shouldn't take everything literally in future.

If you don't want this, then don't worry. I won't create a third profile and I won't bother you in any other way anymore then.

By the way, my real name is Stefan.

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Starfish's avatar

Views: 109 · Added: 1 days ago

Wer will mal live zusehen wenn mein Zögling eine Züchtigung bekommt? Anschließend bekommst Du deinen Teil... Traut sich niemand??? Nur zusehen ist nicht ;)

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cool32's avatar

Views: 119 · Added: 1 days ago

How many girls are getting their back to school spanking?

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Views: 161 · Added: 1 days ago

Well time marches on and my favourite sub has blossomed into a very effective switch and is now off making videos of her own.

(yes, we are still very good friends, in fact future subs may well feel her attention at some point).

So, I am happy to hang up the cane for a while, no urgency. However, if you are:
* submissive on the inside
* In the south west of England
* Interested in either training or re-visiting the lifestyle....

then please do feel free to let me know. Oh, filming is not mandatory, in fact I only ever film when the subject wants and asks for it.My passion is the journey I take you on, everything else is just fluff.


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Views: 186 · Added: 1 days ago

And now, for the good stuff.

1. Anticipation. I love it all...the butterflies, the fear and the excitement, the long drive to see him getting more nervous as the miles tick by, and waiting in position for the show to start. It's all great right up until that moment before the first swat lands (see #3 on the previous post.

2. Feeling like someone cares about you. The person doing the spanking cares that you aren't living up to your potential. You know they have faith in your ability to do better and won't let you settle for less than your best. It's a great feeling.

3. Being told that I'm going to be spanked. That's when the stomach does that whole Ka-thunk thing and then #1 starts.

4. I love the feeling of being connected to my spanker, the one who cares enough about me to help me in this way. I am a hand holder...when possible, I reach for my spanker's free hand. It's a very reassuring thing for me.

5. Results. The truth is that I like everything about spanking, except the actual spanking for punishment! LOL However, the results are undeniable. Two years ago, I lost 90lbs with the help of my spanking partner. There are so many other immeasurable ways that I am better because my fanny gets lit up occasionally.

Ok, that's my list. What's yours??

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Views: 181 · Added: 1 days ago

I live about an hour and a half from my disciplinarian. As I was on the long, boring drive back from seeing him today, squirming on a very sore bottom, I was thinking back on the session and considering what draws me and others to this lifestyle. My session was absolutely no fun. At several times during the spanking that was so expertly delivered I was seriously considering my own sanity. Why do I need and even want this? So I began making a mental list that I thought I’d share. (Told you I was bored!)

In an effort to end on a positive note, I am going to start with the negatives and end with the positives. Since I keep coming back for more, I have to conclude that the good outweighs the bad. On the drive, I came up with quite an extensive list, but I’m only going to list the top five in each category. I would very much like to hear from everyone as to what they like/dislike about spanking. Opinions from tops and bottoms welcomed, and from those that only spank for fun.


1. Dangling over a top’s lap, face down to the carpet. For some reason, I find this position so uncomfortable, trying to balance myself on my hands, that it distracts from the spanking. It just doesn’t promote a feeling of being secured by the top. Having the legs dangling isn’t bad, but I prefer upper body support.

2. The diaper position. I hate, hate, hate this one. Now, I know that it’s not up to me, but I find this position so over the top humiliating that again, it distracts from the spanking. My tops thinks I fuss about it being humiliating to get out of it because it tends to hurt worse, and it does. This is a fight I lose regularly.

3. That minute just before the first swat lands when you question your own sanity. “What was I thinking? Why do I agree to this insanity? Why do I keep coming back? Man, this is gonna hurt! Ugh!”

4. Being made to count swats or answer questions while the swats are falling. Anyone who has ever been on the receiving end of a serious spanking knows that there comes a point when you are so wrapped up in the assault on your poor bottom that you are barely coherent. And he want to have a conversation? Really???

5. The “No sex after a punishment” rule. Yes, I know that you shouldn’t be rewarded when being punishment. However, most tops will tell you that after the spanking is over, the slate is wiped clean and all is forgiven. If this is true, what better way to reconnect and start all over?

What are your negatives? Please share.
I’ll do the positives in part 2 to keep from having the post be too long.

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baddgirl's avatar

Views: 194 · Added: 2 days ago

Ten minutes had passed, and she tried desperately not to wiggle around in her chair of agony to prevent any further chaffing on her well-spanked behind.

“Michelle, get in here.”

It wasn’t until she stood up from her torture chair that she realized just how effective it was. The pressure of sitting on such a rough surface with a reddened backside wasn’t as bad as peeling it off after a few minutes of full-body pressure. She let out a small yelp, and quickly made her way into the bedroom while rubbing her bottom.

He had repositioned the free standing mirror from the corner to the edge of the bed opposite a pile of pillows he had clearly laid out for her to get her next spanking on.

“Now, we must address the language I heard from your mouth. Nice, young ladies do not speak that way for any reason.”

“Sir, I’m so sorry, please, I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“Be quiet! I didn’t ask for your opinion. Be glad I’m not washing your mouth out with soap and giving you a good dose of the cane!”

With that statement, she promptly ended her arguments.

“Lay down with your hips on these pillows. Stick your butt out. I want your ass high in the air.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with her eyes lowered to the ground in full submission.

She took her position face down as he crawled on the bed. He straddled her waist, and gently moved her hair as he leaned over her body and whispered in her ear.

“You have been a naughty little girl. And, I have to punish you. Do you understand that?” His warm breath on her neck and earlobe, and dominating position both holding her down and towering over her sent chills down her spine.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You are going to watch yourself in this mirror as you atone for your behavior, like the bad little girl you are. I want you up on your elbows to watch everything that is being done to you, and I want you to remember why you have found yourself in this position. Your eyes will not wander from the reflection you see before you. Do I make myself crystal clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied as she repositioned her torso to support herself on her elbows. Her nipples lightly grazed the fabric of the comforter, sending a second chill through her body.

“Good,” he finished, as he climbed off of her and the bed. He walked over to the mini blinds and removed the wand for opening and closing them. It substitutes for a nice cane when you lack the necessary tools for enacting an appropriate punishment. “This will do,” he thought to himself.

“Are you watching yourself?”

“Yes, Sir,” she conceded.

“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart.”

“Nooooo!” she cried, thinking he was going to insert this into her backside.

He smacked her thighs with the rod several times and she shrieked. “That was not a request.”

She reached back and grabbed each cheek and slowly pried them apart. She was mortified to be exposed before him in such a complete way. He could see everything.

“Look at yourself. Shame on you. This is how much you disappointed me with the words you used today.”

“I’m so sorry, Nikolai. I couldn’t help it.”

“You can. And, you will, Michelle. I will not tolerate it again. Keep looking at yourself, and unclench your butt.”

He waited until she released the tension in this position, though it was a difficult thing to do. And once he saw her muscles of her asshole protrude ever so slightly in full relaxation, he brought down the make-shift cane firmly and completely in a painful stroke directly on her anus.

“OWWWWW! NO! NO! NO! Please, NO!!” She let go of her cheeks as a lightening bolt shot up her entrance and bounced around her lower abdomen. She clenched tightly out of defense and buried her head deep in the comforter.

“What did I tell you, you naughty little girl? Head up, and spread those cheeks, or this entire punishment will begin again from the belting in the garage!”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, still in agony from the previous lash.

She again spread her cheeks, but this time, she had trouble relaxing to fully expose herself.

“I will wait,” he said, “but, the longer it takes you to submit and accept this punishment, the longer you will find yourself in this position.”

She unclenched, and another shot of electricity moved through her insides. This time, she managed to retain a hold on her cheeks and keep her eyes in the mirror as he commanded.

“You are a naughty, naughty little girl, with a foul mouth. Shame on you.”

And shame she felt through the next 10 painful strokes he applied to her most private of holes as she cried, begged, and pleaded in true remorse for her misdeeds.

All fell on deaf ears.

When he finished the attack with the rod, he inserted his middle finger deep in his mouth, opened a bottle of cayenne pepper and sprinkled it liberally all the way around as she watched the reflection in horror. And, this, he slowly inserted deep in her bum.

She did not mind when they engaged in bouts of anal sex, for this was pleasurable after the initial few thrusts and with proper lubrication. But, this however, was completely for humiliation purposes and totally effective.

“Now, look at you. Having your ass hole caned and buggered because you’ve been so bad. Do you feel good about yourself?”

She was about to answer when the pepper began to kick in. It was a pain so sharp that it took the wind from her chest. All she could do was pant and wail as tears began to flow down her cheeks. He moved his finger in and out, only increasing the embarrassment she felt. She managed to whimper “No, sir. I’m sorry I’ve been so bad. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“No, it certainly won’t.” he removed his finger, and put another dose of cayenne on it. Then, he reinserted it in her backside, roughly moving it in and out.

“Please, Sir. I’m really sorry. I can’t take anymore.”

He roughly pushed his finger all the way into her bum and she let out a howl, followed by whimpers of shame and lingering discomfort.

“Now, you lay there looking at yourself and think about what you’ve done.”

He removed his finger and headed to the master bathroom just behind her. He watched her from the wall mirror as she writhed her hips around in a failed attempt to escape the extreme burning sensation deep inside her. He washed his hands, and when she lowered her head in her self-consciousness, he knew she had not yet learned.

“Young lady, if you can’t mind me when I’m 3 feet away from you, then I can’t trust you to mind me when I’m not with you. Clearly, you haven’t yet learned your lesson.”

“No, Sir, I’m sorry! It hurts, and I forgot!”

“Well, then I will make sure you WON’T forget!” and he grabbed the bath brush from the shower.

“I told you to look at yourself! I did not give you permission to look away.”

He grabbed her by her hair to keep her head up looking in the mirror, and proceeded to blister her behind with the bath brush as she sobbed. “Shame on you, you naughty, little brat!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she screamed through her tears.

As her bum turned from bright red, to a light purple, he knew her words were true. He dropped her hair, and lifted her from the bed and into his arms as she cried into his shoulder. He held her until her breathing slowed as he rubbed her sore bottom and kissed her tear-soaked cheeks. “I love you, Michelle. I need you safe and here with me. Remember that next time you get behind the wheel.”

“I promise, Nikolai.”

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baddgirl's avatar

Views: 151 · Added: 2 days ago

After what seemed like forever, he took her by the elbow and led her over to the couch, where she saw a couple of her most feared implements spread along the cushions.

He took a seat and pulled her pants and panties off her feet, then draped her straddling over one of his knees, her face buried in the back of the couch.

“No, Sir, please, I’ve had enough.”

“We’ve only just begun your punishment. Enough of your whining. If you are going to act like a little girl, you will be treated like one. With your bare bottom turned over Daddy’s knee for the spanking you deserve. I don’t want to hear any more protests from you.” And, with that, he placed her panties in her mouth. She blushed from the embarrassing things she was hearing and the humiliation of her current position.

After rolling up the right cuff of his neatly pressed dress shirt, he rubbed her aching bottom for just a moment, then resumed her punishment with a very hard hand spanking. But, with her arms still secured, and her legs straddling his knee, all she could do was grind on his thigh with each blow from his firm hand. She thought it would never end. Her bottom was on fire. It stung so much, and she felt truly sorry.

With his left hand, he lifted her ass cheeks, one at a time, and delivered several deliberate smacks to the fold where her thighs meet her bottom. It was a very tender sit spot, and she whimpered through the fabric stuffed in her mouth.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Michelle. Imagine if you hurt someone. Imagine if you hurt yourself! You need to be thankful the worst you are getting is a bare bottom spanking, rather than time in an ICU with serious injuries,” he scolded as he continued her discipline.

Her whimpering deepened with the searing sting of his spanks, into a low guttural groan with every smack.

He stopped only momentarily to pick up the 4 inch wide lexan paddle he bought for her harshest spankings. It packs a great sting one cheek at a time, and she hated it the most, though he loves it best.

He rubbed it on her tender cheeks, and continued her lecture. “I’m very disappointed in you, Michelle. I’m going to make sure you remember this all week when you sit behind the wheel of the car. Your backside is going to be sore for quite a while.”

“Noooooo,” she muttered through the cloth in her mouth.

He lashed her raw buttocks with alternating smacks on each cheek as she wriggled and squirmed with each hit. Then, he fixated on just her right cheek, hitting the same sit-spot a dozen times as she squealed in agony before switching to her left buttock. She lost count around 100 spanks and as her endorphins began to kick in, she found herself sinking into a zone. Realizing she had reached this point in the punishment, Nikolai switched gears to force her back into the psychological focus he needed her in to feel every bit of her punishment.

He reached for the hairbrush, and removed her panties from her mouth.

“You are going to receive 30 hard swats with your hairbrush. You will count each one of these aloud, and tell me that you will not text and drive again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied, in what seemed to Nikolai to be a very unrepentant, if not bratty, tone.

He slapped her thighs several times - definitely an unwelcome surprise to her fresh flesh, not yet warmed up with the blood flow of her aching buttocks.

“OWWWW! OWWWWW! Yes, Sir, Daddy! I’m sorry!!!” she wailed.

“That’s more like it.” The command and authority in his voice was not unnoticed by Michelle, and she could not help feel a tinge of excitement from it. She hated punishments, but, she loved seeing him take control and dominate a situation. Too bad it was her backside.

SLAAAP! “One, I will not text and drive again, Sir.”

SMAAACK! “Two, I will not text and drive again, Sir.”

“Louder,” he commanded.

And so it continued through 30 painful hair brushing wallops to her very sore behind.


“Back to the corner” he commanded to her after removing her from his lap. He untied her hands, and removed her shirt and bra. Then, she heard him head back into the garage. He was rummaging around doing who knows what, and the anticipation built up inside her. “He has to be done soon,” she thought, “my backside can’t take much more.” Though she dare not articulate this to him.

She felt him come up behind her. “Put your hands behind your head, and interlace your fingers.”

He swatted her backside a few times with something rough - it was sandpaper! It stung a bit, but, she didn’t yet understand its purpose.

He led her over to the hardwood chair that was from the kitchen table - now modified with a layer of sandpaper. He sat her down on it. Oh, how it burned on her raw bum!

He went into the bedroom and rustled around some more. No doubt, readying it for her next round of discipline. The suspense was killing her, and so were her cheeks. The sand paper was uncomfortable, at best.

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Views: 164 · Added: 2 days ago

Michelle was having the worst morning. Nikolai had to leave to catch an early meeting, and Michelle usually relied on the sound of him getting ready to rouse her from her sleep in time to get ready for work. But, this morning, she was forced to set an alarm, which she proceeded to sleep through. Now, running late, sad to miss coffee with her love, and having difficulty finding her favorite shoes to go with her navy silk blouse and black pencil skirt, she was approaching her day with quite the cranky attitude.

And, to top it all off, in her haste and while sending Nikolai a quick text to wish him a good day, she got into a fender bender with the car in front of her which stopped abruptly for a yellow light.

“It was yellow, you creep!! You’re supposed to GOOOOO!!” she yelled to no one through her frustration while still inside her vehicle.

No, this was not her morning.

She got out and looked at the damage she had caused to the silver and red Mini Cooper she had rear ended. It was definitely minor compared to the front bumper of her black BMW, which was now mangled and barely hanging on. “Nikolai won’t like this,” she thought.

Michelle traded insurance information with the other driver, called into work, and promptly headed back home to crawl into bed and hit the reset button on her day.


Later that afternoon, as she sat in her favorite window seat watching the deer play in her vast yard and sipping on her tea, Michelle contemplated how she would explain to Nikolai about the damage to the car, the claim to the insurance, and her playing hooky from work. She worried about the premium increases, and if she should tell him she was sending him a message, thus causing the collision. And as she meditated on these thoughts, and what punishment might befall her, she felt her slipper fall from her foot onto the floor below her seat - an ominous sign, no doubt. As she reached down to snatch it up, she spilled some of her tea down her shirt and all over their new, shiny rosewood floor. This set off a thousand fires in her heart of stress and frustration, fear and anxiety, so strong that she could no longer hold it in. She quickly grabbed a towel, then plopped down on the floor and shouted expletives as tears streamed down her face. Words she would never think of uttering left her lips as rapid as a machine gun, and at the volume of a barreling train.

But, with it, she felt relief. And she only stopped when she heard the front door slam shut, followed by the unmistakable sound of Nikolai’s Italian Scarosso boots clicking along the wood floors.

“Oh crap…” was the last expletive she could manage to speak before her eyes met the anger in his.

“I don’t know what this is about, but, this tantrum stops NOW! I heard you from the driveway and I’m certain our neighbors heard you, too. That language is absolutely not going to be tolerated in this house, Michelle. I don’t care what the reason.”

“I’m sorry, babe. It was a really rough day.”

With that, he reached his strong hand, calloused from years of hard work, out to meet hers, and lifted her up from her position. He set his briefcase on the window seat, wrapped his arm around her waist, and led her to the couch. “Why don’t you calm down and tell me what this is all about?”

She took a seat next to him, inhaled few deep breaths and wiped her cheeks while he gently rubbed her back. It calmed her immensely. “I think I need to show you.”

She stood up and slowly walked toward the garage door, with him following closely behind.

“It’s not that bad, I was just frustrated. It was the worst day.”

She opened the door and her fear rose again. She felt like she must swallow her heart to get it back into its rightful position in her chest.

“What on earth!?! Are you ok?” he said with worry.

“I’m fine. My car took the worst of it. I was running late to work because I slept through my alarm. And,” she swallowed hard as she contemplated how to deliver this next bit of information, “I was sending you a message to wish you a good day today. The guy in front of me stopped for a yellow light. It was YELLOW!” Her frustration was clear to him.

But, in that statement, he realized she didn’t see the bigger picture at all. And, though he was angry with her, he was grateful she was unhurt in the collision. However, he knew he had to help her see what her recklessness could have produced, and how lucky she was in the end.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car. “Hands on the hood, Michelle.”

“Noooooo, it was an accident, Nikolai! I didn’t mean for it to happen, and I’ll be more careful!”

“What did I just say? Don’t make this worse on yourself. Do as I tell you. Now, young lady.”

Sensing the impatience in his voice, she reluctantly placed her hands on the car’s hood, and stifled a whimper of trepidation.

In one swift motion, he pulled her lounging pants and panties down to her knees. “Please, no, I don’t want it on the bare. Can’t you start over my pants? Please?”

He answered only by unbuckling the buckle on his leather belt. “No, please, Nikolai, I’m so sorry!” she begged.

“Put your elbows down, bend over, and spread your legs,” was his response.

She did as she was told with the anticipation building firmly in her stomach.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! an inferno of belt lashings rained down on her bare bottom as she squirmed to thwart them landing in the same spot.

“Owwww, noooo, please stop! I’m sorry!”

“You know I have zero tolerance for using your cell phone while you drive, right?”

“Yes, Sir, but, I was texting YOU!” she wailed over the sounds of the painful slaps. She wondered if her neighbors would hear and she dropped her head with the humiliation of the thought.

“I don’t care. There’s never a reason, never an exception to this rule. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sirrrrr!” she whined. But, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She squatted down to the floor and put her hands behind her. This only increased his resolve.

“Michelle, I don’t want to hit you anywhere but on your ass. Get back into position, and don’t you dare move again, or we are going to start all over.”

“Please, no more. I am really sorry. It won’t happen again!”

“STAND. UP.” he said through clenched teeth.

Slowly, she stood up and placed her elbows back on the car.

“No,” he said, “I have a better idea. Put your arms behind your back.”

“Nooooo,” she pleaded.

“What did I say? You will NOT argue with me again, or this will get much worse. And, trust me, this is already going to be bad.”

She moved her arms behind her back and flattened her torso on the hood of her once pristine vehicle. He grabbed the belt from the terry cloth bath robe that hung drying in the laundry area, and walked back over to her. He secured her forearms together so she could not straighten them in the way of the blows.

“Please, Nikolai, it won’t happen again.”

“And we are going to make sure of that. You have acted like a spoiled, little brat, and I intend to stop this behavior right now.”

With that, he resumed his attack on her bottom until it was bright red with welts outlining the edges of his thick belt and she was on the verge of tears.

“Stand up.”

He led her, with her pajama bottoms now wrapped around her ankles, slowly back inside and put her face in the corner.

“Don’t you move one muscle.”


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Rotfuchs83's avatar

Views: 216 · Added: 2 days ago

on a hot summer day

our mind is breaking free

in a spanking role play

done by only you and me

teaching you to obey

I'm putting you across my knee

in a spanking role play

to let our mind break free

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Views: 212 · Added: 2 days ago

(to the tune of Side By Side)

On a beautiful day in the summer
Swimsuits are really a bummer.
So we greeted the sea
Naked and free
Side by side.

Oh the judge was about to be famous,
Hoping a paddle would tame us.
And the mayor complied
Tanning our hide
Side by side.

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Views: 282 · Added: 3 days ago

Today is My Birthday, and since my college aged stepdaughter will be out of the house and visiting friends and the other side of her family this weekend, I am expecting that I will be getting a few spankings over the next few days.

For starters, I will definitely end up with a birthday spanking after everyone leaves from my party. I have already been told to expect a good one and that it will be filmed. Daila will decide later if she will release it on Spanking Tube or not.

Then probably tomorrow sometime I will have to atone and beg for forgiveness while I get my ass beat really good for having not told Daila about a lecherous one night stand that I had with two dominant males before I met her. As a result of finally coming clean about my one time curiosity satisfying adventure, she realized that in order to keep it a secret I had lied to her on several occasions since we met. That was one of the reasons that I finally told her everything about it...I was tired of lying and keeping up with the lies. And even though none of that will end up having an impact on our relationship, a lie is still a lie no matter how un-important it may be. So I have a feeling that the punishment I receive for all of that will be significant.

I have been told that I will be made to write a detailed report about my punishment on this blog after it is over and that she may also decide to release that punishment on SpankingTube.


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Views: 326 · Added: 3 days ago

I finally got up the nerve and told my husband that I'm a spanko and about ST. He had never heard of a spanko before so I had to fill him in on what it means. He wasn't very happy about my chatting with people(guys)on ST either. I had to assure him that I wasn't getting into some sort of relationship with someone online. He told me that spanking isn't really his thing and he gets nothing out of it but if it's what I want he would be willing to give it a try. It was a pretty awkward conversation. Then he proceeded to give me a good, hard spanking. A couple of days later he surprised me by telling me to go up to our bedroom because he was going to spank me. It's been a great beginning. I'll take other people's advice and go slow with him and give him lots of good feedback. As time goes on we will hopefully turn it up a few notches. I'm so glad I told him.

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Views: 378 · Added: 4 days ago

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Views: 356 · Added: 4 days ago

I quickly removed my dress, bra, and panties, and took my place with my nose stuffed deep in the corner.

"Put your hands behind your head, and don't you dare rub that bottom!" he growled.

"Yes, sir."

I heard him move around the room, arranging things like he wanted. Then, I heard him move into the bedroom. No doubt, he was grabbing implements. My stomach was in knots dreading what could be coming.

I felt him come up behind me and put his arms around me, pressing himself against my sore backside. He rubbed my breasts, and I let out a deep moan. "Does that feel good?"

"It always feels good when you hold me."

"We aren't there yet." He pinched my nipples roughly and I groaned. "We have a ways to go. Do you know why you are being punished?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me."

"Because I didn't call you when I was going to be late."

"AND?" he angrily replied.

"I drank too much to drive."

"Very irresponsible. But, that's not all."

"And, I lied to you, Sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said, on the verge of tears. I hate it when I disappoint him.

"You deserve this, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me."

"I deserve to be punished, Sir. I've been bad."

"That's right. Come here."

He led me back to the chair, and back over his knees. This time, he tucked my arms and head under the table, where he had restraints hooked to the posts. He reached down and put the restraints on my wrists.

"No, please, sir! I'll be still, I promise!"

"Be quiet. Remember, you deserve to be punished, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

Now, I couldn't move my arms, nor could I see anything but the floor and underside of my kitchen table. He was in total control.

He moved me to drape over one knee, and with his other leg, he restrained my knees. I knew this was to be one of the most severe spankings I'd ever received and the fear was nearly intolerable.

He rubbed my stinging backside, and told me how much he loved me and he was worried. That he didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to me. That he had to do this to make sure I would always let him know I was ok, and never put myself in danger again.

Then, he began peppering my backside with medium-intesity spanks from my wooden paddle hairbrush. I hate this brush. The only spanking I'd received from it was pretty bad, and I remembered it every time I sat down for the next week.

But, the spanking became harder. A lot harder. And I couldn't move. I couldn't fight. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! "Pleeeeease!!!" I cried in vain.

"You're a very naughty girl. Look at you, turned over my knee like a bad little girl. Getting a spanking for misbehaving. Do you feel good about yourself?"

"No, Sir! I don't."

"Tell me how much you deserve this. Tell your daddy what a bad, little girl you are."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Thank you for spanking me. I deserve it for being so naughty." And with this, I was fighting back tears of humiliation, fear of what was next, and the pain of my stinging bottom.

"I'm going to spank you with this brush for 5 minutes. You will not get a break. And, you will be crying before I'm done with you tonight. I promise you that."

And, then he proceeded to keep his promise. Five minutes is a very long time when measured in how many swats a hairbrushing will produce.

I begged, I pleaded, I apologized - to no avail.

And, when he did finally stop, I begged him to rub it - to let me up so I could rub it. But, he paid no attention to my requests.

"You are not in charge tonight, Shayla. You are a naughty little girl, getting her bottom spanked for misbehaving. You don't make the decisions. Clearly, you aren't responsible enough to know what is good for you. So, tonight, I will let you know what is good for you.

With that, I felt him pry my butt cheeks apart. "This is not going to feel good. In fact, I think you will dislike this very much." The strong odor of peppermint oil permeated the kitchen, and I became very scared.

I felt him insert a butt plug into me. It was quite uncomfortable. But, the stinging that followed was immeasurable. He had figged me before, but this was much more intense. Bordering on unbearable.

I started to whimper and cry out. He told me to take my punishment like a good little girl, as he unhooked my restraints. He bent me over the table, and moved his chair back. I could tell he was sitting back and watching me writhe in discomfort as I lay bent over the place I eat my dinner. I could tell he was quite pleased with this new element to the punishment session.

After a few minutes, I heard him stand, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the belt buckle as he readied this terrifying implement in his hand. "You will not repeat this behavior ever again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir, yes, Sir, I promise! Never again!" With that statement, I felt the blistering thwack of the belt across my already reddened and burning backside.

I couldn't tell which was worse, the stinging inside my bottom, or the lashes of the belt. But, I was in tears with just a few swats. Begging and pleading with him that I had had enough, and that I was sure to be a good girl.

"You will receive 200 lashes with my belt, then you will go to bed with this plug inserted. Do you understand me young lady?"

"Yes, Sir."

"There will be no arguments, and this plug better still be in your ass in the morning, or we will repeat the entire punishment before you leave for work. And, if you test me, you will wear the plug all day tomorrow, AND I will meet you for a lunchtime spanking. Do I make myself clear?"

I sobbed as I replied that I would retain it overnight, and that he would not have any arguments from me.

Then, 50 lashes at a time, I received the harshest punishment I've ever received to date.

I fell asleep that night with his arms wrapped around me, tears drying on my face, and his plug firmly implanted in my very sore bum. And, I couldn't have been happier.

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Views: 259 · Added: 4 days ago

I came home late from a party after losing track of time, not checking in, and having one too many tasty beverages. He was waiting up.

"I'm sorry," I said when I noticed the glow of the TV from the bedroom in the darkness, "my phone died and I didn't know what time it was."

I set my purse on the table and started removing my jewelry as I headed to our room. Just then, my phone rang. I froze, and my heart dropped to my stomach.

As his backlit, muscular silhouette appeared in the doorway, he hung up his phone, and said, "Have any more lies for me, or do you figure you have gotten yourself into enough trouble?"

I swallowed hard, and eased my way forward in silence as I pondered what was coming.

"Well, then, I'll take your lack of answering as an admission of your guilt." He moved forward toward me, grabbed my hand and led me back to the kitchen. He flicked on the lights, and pulled the chair out from the table to take a seat. He was shirtless, and in his gray sweatpants - no doubt, ready for bed. It was when I thought he looked the sexiest. But, his face was hardened from anger and anxiety over my well-being for the past few hours.

"You should have been home hours ago, Shayla. And, not one phone call or text to let me know you were ok! How many drinks did you have?"

I just stared at him, blankly. I know lying would not be in my best interest, but, telling the truth would disappoint him even more.

"I asked you a question!"


"Fine, then I can assume too many, and add that you didn't call me for a ride - and instead drove home drunk!"

I didn't have a chance to answer this one. In one quick motion, I was over his lap and my skirt up over my back.

"I will not tolerate this, Shayla," he began, and he lowered a series of sharp smacks across my upturned bottom. "I don't mind you going out with your friends, but you WILL check in if you will be staying later than expected, and you WILL call me if you need a ride."

"I know, I'm sorry.." I started.

"You aren't even beginning to be sorry, yet, young lady. But, you will be."

I could feel both sets of cheeks reddening. From the embarrassment of my mistakes, and from his unmerciful attack on my backside. I pride myself on taking my punishments without whimpers or crying, but, I could tell he was on a mission with this discipline.

The stinging was turning unbearable from his hand spanking, and I moved my hand back in a failed attempt to lessen the severity, or slow him down. Neither occurred. It only increased his resolve and the speed with which he slapped my deserving bum.

"Please, it hurts!"

He grabbed my wrist with his free hand, and continued to spank me with no pause. "Don't make me restrain you, Shayla. You deserve every bit of this and more. And, you know it. Don't you?"

"Yes, I know!" I cried out.

He stopped.

"What did you say to me?"

"Yes, Sir! I meant, yes, sir!"

With my wrist still in his hand, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them up hard to expose my cheeks. Then, he resumed with his hand spanking. The sting was bad, but being exposed this way to him was mortifying.

"Please, sir. I'm so sorry! It won't happen again!"

"I can promise you it won't, little girl. Because, if it does, the punishment will last you days. I can tell you tonight will feel like a light tap compared to what will happen next time."

My ass was stinging so bad, and it felt like forever. I thought he would never stop. I started kicking my legs with every slap, which only aggravated him more.

"Stop squirming, Shayla, or I will hold your legs down, too. Is that what you want?"

"No! No, Sir, please don't! But, I need a break! Please!"

"Break? Well, I needed a phone call. That seems like it was too much to ask, too."

Then, he stopped. "I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

"We aren't done. You are far from done, young lady."

That sentence alone almost brought me to tears.

"Stand up. Get your clothes off, and stand in that corner until I'm ready for you." And, he gave me one last HARD slap before I stood up.

ctnd in part 2....

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Views: 261 · Added: 4 days ago

Of late, I've been contemplating what purpose online forums, chatting, etc. actually serve if not to meet people, learn about them, and figure out if you are compatible for disciplinary sessions, friendships, or romance.

Recently, I had an inbox message from a ST user, stating that he recently relocated, and was serious about discipline. We responded in a few back and forth messages here, before moving to a chat program.

Throughout the course of our discussions, I asked him several questions about himself in an effort to get to know him. He only asked me 2 things in around a week of correspondence. My questions included what type of disciplinarian he was, what types of videos he enjoyed, and what he might do in various scenarios. See, in my past (before spankingtube), I've met gentlemen (I use that term loosely) who've claimed to be into spanking, only to find out they were seeking sex (as I'm sure SEVERAL women on here have also encountered) and weren't really into discipline at all.

I was mortified, and shocked to find out that not only would he not elaborate on any of this, but, proceeded to accuse me of solely wanting to engage in a form of online "sexting". So, I promptly informed him he had misread my cues, wished him well, and warned him that if he wanted to meet women online, it might be a good idea for him to actually try to get to know someone, and allow them to also get to know him! There's no way I'm going to arrange a meeting with someone who's name I don't even know, let alone, know if they are true spankers or just abusers or someone fishing for a sex partner incognito. Talk about a red flag...

My shock in this is...I look at ST as a place to safely find like-minded folks. Those who will engage in a bit of "get to know you" discussions in a non-judgmental forum. I look at ST as a safe haven for us all - one that stimulates discussions and shared experiences. But, this was completely the opposite.

Are my expectations too high, or was I being unreasonable, or were my red flags right on?

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