Ok I dunno if I should call this a problem or not but its somethin that's freshly on my mind.... I have had quite a few requests from Doms on here... now in truth I don't go snoopin on other peoples profiles UNLESS they friend request me, message me or write on my wall.. so I have no clue who is who, how old someone is, their level of experience etc... ill b honest again, I don't accept most requests..maybe I'm rude I dunno but I cant accept someone just for the hell of it... so as ive said ive had some requests, messages from Doms .. everyones been quite sweet n respectful .. then they either try to Dom me or want to be my Dom n a few ive found r quite young... I will not throw anyone under the bus cause theres no reason to n I'm sure if they r doin the same with others they will be just as honest with them as they have been with me but for myself Id need someone more my age or older ( n yes I'm an old fart)..for me to feel comfortable... so please keep that in mind before tryin to Dom me or wantin to... again ty so much for ur honesty.....
I went shopping today in my royal blue tights and a sweater. I think everyone remembers me getting a spanking in my green tights and a sweater for going shopping dressed like that. Well I'm going to make sure my spanker finds out that I did this today!
I have a couple very nice purple leotard and purple tights. I decided to wear my favorite one the other day and my spanker was available so we decided I should get a good hard spanking in that leotard and tights. I absolutely love wearing a leotard and tights for a spanking! It is the most perfect outfit to wear for a spanking! I feel so good when I'm wearing a leotard and tights! I always feel like getting a spanking when I slip into a leotard and tights!
My last blog talked about a video i was trying to get st to post. I have tried several times. But they just wont post it. Also i have like 69 friendR that i need to accept. I have tried but it just is not working i dont know whats wrong. It shows i have 69 friend request but i only see like 6. So please be patient while i get this problem fixed. BUT ANYONE WHO NEEDS SOME DISCIPLINE CONTACT ME DIRECTLY.
It's been quite a time since I spanked a fresh bottom. Maybe putting finger to keyboard will change my luck. However I'm in Australia so maybe it's expecting too much to find someone here. But...never mind, faint heart ne'er won fair lady :-)
Could use a spanking but oh well like I said save my bottom I imagine getting home from work to tired to clean or cook he comes home sees that he makes me go to bedroom wait for him then he or she needs me over knee giving me a few seats then has me stand facing him he pulled.my jeans down bends me over again giving me harder swats the they have me bend over bed they really lay into me with a strap then make me stand In a corner
ok just because I'm bored out of my socks I'm gonna share a true story.... after I left my husband I joined a few dating sites.. now I filled out a profile on each site n each one was the same but on some there was a spot for things I like to do etc... I mentioned I do like showerin together, love that wet skin on wet skin feelin.. I love snugglin in bed n just talkin... anyways.. I was perfectly clear on what I was seeking..
I was livin alone at the time n I would message with quite a few men ...lookin for that certain someone... when it came time to meet I would have them come to my place for dinner so we could sit uninterrupted n talk n get to know each other better... one thing I learned is men will tell u ANYTHIN u wanna hear .. I was clear I was into spankin n it was a MUST in my relationship.. so durin our talks they would tell me "they had a lot of experience"..." yes this was what they wanted too " etc... once id meet them they would tell me they liked me a lot n wanted to see me again but then the truth came out..."well ive never actually spanked anyone but I'm willing to try".. ( no I don't wanna newbie)... " I don't think I could spank anyone but id still want to see u " ( no I don't wanna vanilla relationship) etc..
now I kinda know it wasn't the best idea to have people come to my place for a meetin but I was more comfy there so I ignored what my gut was tellin me ( like ive said I don't always use good judgement)...
so anyways there was this one guy who calls me one day n tells me hes off work early n can he swing by to meet me.. sooo I said "sure"... as soon as I opened the door he waltz in like he lived there n went right to the sofa n sat down.. ( already I didn't feel good about this)... my bedrooms were small so I had turned my living room into a bedroom n the dinin room into a living room soo my bedroom was in perfect view... so this guy is sittin on my sofa n pattin it for me to come sit down.. I was uneasy but went n sat on the very edge of the cushion.. he tried putting his arm around me n I pulled away... he says "so do u wanna go take a shower together?" I said "umm no".. he says "y not? u said u like to do that"... I said " I don't even know u yet.. I mentioned id like that, I didn't mean I wanna do that as soon as I meet u"... so then he says " so u wanna go lay on ur bed?"... I said "no"...my belly was feelin awful bout now n I just wanted him OUT.. I offered him a drink of water or juice just to change the subject.. as I'm getting him his drink I'm thinkin "how the hell can I get rid of him".. I come back n n hes sittin on my sofa , shirt off, shoes off... my hands started shakin n I excused myself to the bathroom honestly thinkin of callin one of my kids n askin them to call me n ask for a ride or somethin BUT two things prevented me from doin that. ( 1) I didn't wanna involve my kids in this n (2) my " I can take care of myself attitude" kicked in... I walked back in n he was reclined on my sofa.. I sat on the other side tryin to get up the nerve to ask him to leave when he bolted up, pushed me back, was on top of me n tryin to kiss me.. I had my hands on his chest holdin him back as best I could... n said "no NO!"... he didn't resist.. he got up n I stood up.. I told him I wanted him to leave n he says "did I do somethin wrong?".. I said " I just want u to go"..so he gets his shirt n shoes on n goes to the door n says "can I see u again?".. I said 'no I don't think so" all I wanted was him to go so I could shut n lock my door ( somethin I usually didn't do ).. he left n I went n sat on the sofa, my whole body shakin.....
id like to say I learned somethin from that but I didn't.. I still met more people n I still had them come to the house but he was definetly the scariest one of all..
Do you remember the Baccaras's famous song 'Yes Sir, I can boogie'
Now it is my revised version:
Yes Sir, I can spank you
Mister your eyes are full of hesitation. It sure makes me wonder if you know what you're looking for.
Bad boy I will maintain my reputation. I'm a sensation. Try me once and you'll beg for more.
Yes Sir, I will spank you but I need a certain tool. I will spank you, belt you, cane you all night long.
Yes sir, I will teach you. If you lay down on my knee, I will spank you, belt you, cane you all night long.
No sir, I don't like when you are shouting or crying. You want to know if my belt will make you dance.
Yes Sir, I already told you in the first verse and in the chorus but I will give you one more chance.
Yes sir, I will teach you, but I need a certain tool. I will birch you, paddle you, crop you All night long.
Yes Sir, I will teach you if you lay down on my knee. I will spank you, belt you, cane you, all night long.
Yes sir, I will spank you. If you lay down on my knee, I will spank you, belt you, cane you all night long.
Yes Sir, I will spank you, but I need a certain tool. I will birch you, paddle you, crop you all night long.
Yes Sir, I will spank you. If you lay down on my knee, I will spank you, belt you, cane you all night long.
Yes Sir, it’s hurts, when I punish you strictly. I will hit you, whip you, slap you, all night long
Sometimes i feel life as a sub is not fair, youre expected to do as your are told, no matter what.
At the moment, im incredibly tired, not sleeping at all. And i become a complete brat when im tired.
Yesterday i had an issue with the laundry, a stupid issue really.
Yet Mr G enjoyed winding me up and winding me up, laughing at me and got our son involved in winding me up too.
I threw an absolute fit, shouting at Mr G, telling him to go away, even tried slamming the door in his face. I was furious. At least i didnt swear.
Told you i turn into a brat when tired.
Eventually Mr G went downstairs, which gave me time to sort the laundry issue out, as i was going to bed early to try to sleep.
I did ask Mr G if he would mind if i missed his evening blowjob out and he did say yes.
This morning my attitude is not much better, though i apologised for my attitude, got my morning spanking, then another for being disrespectful.
On my dog walk, i recieved a message from Mr G saying when i get home he would like me to go lie on the bed and enjoy a cum ice cube. I want to see you enjoy it, he told me.
How kind is that !!!
He will tell me my punishment when hes decided what it will be.
Now i feel another melt down may be on the way.
Maybe chocolate will help calm me down.
I thought i would update you on my last blog entry.
I woke up this morning with my wife getting ready for her work. She is younger than me and cannot retire as i have, and boy does she resent it.
She said Happy birthday and came over and gave me a quick peck. I put my arm around her stroked her bum and taking her hand laid it over the covers on my throbbing erection. I asked her while rubbing her bottom "any chance of a birthday spanking?".
With a snort and disgusted look she ripped her hand away and then replied "grow up" and walked out.
I'm not sure but i take it that that's a no.
I was still using my phone while driving and I needed to be taught a lesson. I wore my tight black dress with my royal blue tights and got a real good hard hand spanking. Then I had to change into my tan fishnet tights and I got a stinging hand spanking followed by a hairbrush spanking! I think I finally learned my lesson about driving and using my phone!
(original lyrics - in progress)
She likes to wear her nylons
with her see through negligees
the time that I can spend with her
is numbered by the days
she's the pinup hanging on my wall
Miss June is just her name
and I can see her when I want
my own miss Bettie Page
(more to come)
I moaned loud now as I felt the spasms beginning to stir deep in my belly. I couldn't help myself, I shoved my hand under me and let my fingers find my throbbing clitty and began rubbing it and humping Santa’s lap.
"Now, now there will be none of that on Santa’s lap." Santa said, but he made no effort to stop me. In fact, Santa gently pried my legs open so my wet pink pussy was exposed to him. Santa lifted his right knee higher.
"Let's see what we can do about getting your bottom and your panties to match."
Santa began spanking me now, one cheek and then the other, keeping a steady rhythm. These spanks did sting and they caused me to squirm, both from pleasure and the sting they were creating. It wasn't long before I was saying "ow" and promising Santa I would be a good girl but Santa must have taken his lessons from Daddy because he didn't stop.
I rubbed my clitty harder as Santa’s hand struck my bottom over and over. Santa’s hand moved all over my bottom, sometimes spanking one spot 4 or 5 times before moving to another area. These spanks really pushed my limits.
Every so often Santa would pause to tell me the condition my bottom was in. How pink, how red, how shiny and he assured me that I was going to be one very sorry lil girl by the time he finished with me.
I was kicking my feet now, and squirming, I was yelping out with each spank and begging Santa to stop, but he wouldn't.
"You just take your punishment like a good girl." he told me.
I was so close to cumming. My fantasy of being a naughty lil elf over Santa’s knee and getting a spanking was coming true. Santa paused and reached for the baby oil. He rubbed it into my very red bottom causing it to shine and to my surprise he rubbed it on my tight pucker hole too. That was all it took. Santa’s finger never made it into my bottom before I was screaming, tensing, thrashing over Santa’s lap and cumming hard. That didn't stop Santa though; He proceeded to slip his finger into my asshole anyway and began fingering it which threw me into another very long and intense orgasm.
My orgasm continued as did Santa finger fucking my tight asshole. Each thrust shooting spasms through my whole body. I was literally holding onto Santa’s legs as I continued to cum, my screams filling the room. Santa fingered my asshole still while I slowly came down. I lay breathlessly over Santa’s strong knees. Santa held me there while a new set of emotions poured through me.
"What is wrong baby?" Santa asked me and I just shook my head no as I wasn't sure.
Santa patted my bottom gently, Santa knew but he needed me to say it. "Tell me lil one, what is wrong."
My voice cracked as there were tears so close to the surface. It is something that I don't think I could ever explain in a million years but Santa knew what I needed.
“I dunno" I said again, this time in the tiniest of whispers.
"Tell me baby girl." Santa coaxed.
Now in truth I was in no trouble, none at all but Santa knew about those bottled up emotions that overtake me sometimes and he also knew that sometimes the only way to get them out is to have a good cry. And here I was, over Santa’s knee, panties down, bottom bared and red.
Santa wrapped one arm around my waist to hold me in place, with the other hand I felt him reach under the pillows and pull out something. It was the gift that had disappeared from the closet.
I watched as Santa tore off the paper and from the pretty tissue paper covered in little Christmas trees and elves, Santa pulled a hairbrush paddle. Inscribed on one side was "For Santa’s Naughty Lil Elf" and on the other said " Love Daddy. 2006" It was finished in a light lilac color too, my favorite of colors.
“I think it is time for this now sweetie." Santa said
I took one look at that paddle and began struggling. I KNEW that paddle was going to hurt and hurt a lot.
"No, Don't. Please, please don't paddle me."
"Shhhhh, settle down lil one, Santa knows best."
"Noooo I want to get up."
But Santa didn't let me up. Instead he pulled me in tighter to him. I was struggling so hard that he had to lock my legs down with his own and then he wasted no time in smacking my poor bottom with that paddle.
Now as I said, I was in no trouble, and I have long learned that Daddy/Santa needs no reason to spank my bottom but maybe because Santa knew I needed a good cry, or maybe because Santa knew this was a harder spanking, he gave me a reason for it.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK “When Santa asks you what is wrong, you won't tell me you don't know." SPANK, SPANK, SPANK
"OWW, OW, OWW, OWW, OWWWW, OWWWW" I struggled harder.
SPANK, SPANK “Next time Santa asks you a question he expects an answer. SPANK, SPANK
"OWWW, OWWWWWW, OWWWWWW, OWWWWWW"
That was all it took. Just 10 spanks to reduce me to tears, full gut wrenching sobs
My bottom was already well tenderized from the sexual/playful spanking I had received so it didn't take much at all to get from me the results he knew needed to surface. 10 spanks to get to that lil girl inside and set her free, giving her the safe place that she knows she has with him. But Santa didn't stop there.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank
10 more times that new paddle struck my scalding bottom while I lay helplessly across Santa’s knee. These spanks weren't nearly as hard as the first 10, there was no need. These spanks were just to show me he was in control, that he had me, that I was safe with him and just because I started crying, didn't mean he was going to stop.
After the second set of 10 were delivered Santa dropped the paddle to the bed and let me lay crying over his lap. His eyes scanned my bottom. He nodded, yes, nice work that paddle did. He did believe my bottom now exceeded the redness of my naughty lil elf panties.
Slowly Santa rubbed my bottom in small circles. He poured on a generous amount of baby oil to soothe my punished cheeks. My next words didn't surprise him in the least.
"I want my Daddy now" I sobbed out in between sniffles and hic cups.
Santa pulled off the red cap and took off the fake white hair and beard and let them fall to the floor. He helped me up from over his lap and pulled me into his lap.
"Shhh it's ok baby, Daddy is here, Daddy has you."
I closed my eyes. Yes it had been a very nice Christmas, our first of many to come. Some might think the spanking I received ruined it, but that would be because they don't know the relationship that Daddy and I share.
Daddy cooed to me “Merry Christmas princess." and then he held me and rocked me to sleep.