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If you guys love male/male spanking you should check out my tumblr - tumblr.com/blog/spankfestproductions
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My results from my last maintenance Session............
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I am finally truly free. The chains are off. It feels really good. Im finally out of a long term relationship. I am picking up what is left of me, which is knowing that i dont need a man in my life. Unless he is over my knee. That is the kind of man that i want in my life. To All Men: Y0U cant be a cheif, unless you are an indian first!
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Breathlessly I clutch your hand hanging on for dear life,
Trying to squirm away from the endlessly descending paddle,
Each stroke bringing new flames and searing painful surges,
Gasping for air as it does it's wicked painful reddening dance,
Playing it's tune of do the crime then it's spanking time,
Then the notes lower to the tender thighs to make it's point,
New heights of regret bellow as true contrite really kicks in,
Now that paddle plays a fast symphony on already tuned buns,
Lost in a world of spanking pain it ends as quick as begun,
Chest heaving heart pounding legs quivering bottom twitching,
Sliding off your knee head finds it's way to your warm lap,
Kind palms stroke and comfort the laying head and damp back,
Chest calms heart slows legs settle bottom still twitching,
Price paid in full only forgiveness sought and now given,
Breathlessly we cherish this moment loving the closeness,
Take a picture build a statue of this one moment in time,
A moment when all is well happy and at peace in the world,
When two kindred souls collide and melt into one unique spirit.
Thank you for reading,
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Surreal it seems
the stuff of dreams
all our silken
though long ago
I was your beau
when we played out
our spanking games
Your eyes aglow
my desire grows
you taught me
oh so well
from the effort
between the falling
and the fell
All through the night
til' morning light
to never tell
we broke the rules
like thieves and fools
and told the rest
to go to hell
Your amusement park
right after dark
and I knew
my heart had died
when I saw you there
wind in your hair
on my roller coaster
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Who is your favorite real life television doctor.......Dr. Drew or Dr. Phil? I like Dr. Drew, I think he is much more down to earth, would be easier to confide in, and a lot less judgemental. He also didn't need a huge television personality like Oprah Winfrey to make his career.
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I know that, as a spanker, you aren't supposed to have that feeling where you want to rub your hands together in pure "dastardliness", with that snarky evil grin on your face, wishing you could go shouting "It's tomorrow. His backside will be mine." But, that is where I currently am at.
My partner, Rob, and I will be meeting again for our every other month session. I don't want to sound too overjoyed or enthusiastic, but I am very much looking forward to our session. Rob stated he is going to be calling me this evening to discuss our plan tomorrow - as he states that, if he is going to "bare himself", he wants to make sure he takes the "lovely lady" to dinner first. It will take everything I have to not warn him to enjoy sitting while he can. He mentioned that, on this visit, he would like to take a couple of photos. So, with any luck, I should have some photos to post on Thursday. I suspect that I will also end up with a severely bruised hand again. I just keep reminding myself that he volunteered to be across my lap - so we both might as well enjoy the experience (and if photos will help him enjoy himself, more power to him).
I also have a funny suspicion that Rob is going to be going for the comic relief factor tomorrow. .So, wish me luck, my friends. At least I'll have fun tomorrow.... can't say that Rob will.
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To whine about my welted ass
Would be a bit deceptive.
To put this with a touch of class,
It made me more receptive.
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Als ich nach Hause kam, hörte ich wie meine Mutter mit jemanden sprach.
"Ich weiß wirklich nicht mehr, was ich mit dem Jungen machen soll. Du hast ja jetzt einen guten Überblick von mir erhalten, was bei ihm alles im Argen liegt. Leider habe ich nicht deine Autorität die er anerkennen würde. Du warst halt nicht nur die ältere, sondern hast ja auch bei uns jüngeren Geschwistern, als strenge Erzieherin gewirkt. Dies war ja auch notwendig. Deinen Vorschlag, deinen Neffen mal ein Wochenende bei dir aufzunehmen, finde ich gut. Ich denke du könntest ihn mal wieder in die Spur bringen. Dann lasse uns das gleich festmachen liebe Schwester. Er wird gleich nach Hause kommen und ich werde ihm unsere Idee schmackhaft machen. Natürlich nicht mit den Details und Konsequenzen, das wirst du dann machen müssen. Ich hoffe du hast recht, und es wird Erfolge zeigen, wenn man dies regelmäßig macht. Wir telefonieren dann wieder, wenn er von dir zurück ist. Tschüss - ich drücke die Daumen."
Ich hörte wie meine Mutter den Hörer auflegte. Sofort trat ich ins Wohnzimmer und baffte meine Mutter an "mit wem sprichst du über mich? Was für Konsequenzen? Wo soll ich hin?" Meine Mutter war ziemlich erschrocken und lief sofort rot an. Sie packte mich wütend am Ohr und sagte in sehr bestimmender Art die ich von ihr gar nicht gewohnt war:" hast du mich etwa belauscht? Jetzt hast du das Fass aber zum Überlaufen gebracht. Aber gerne sollst du wissen mit wem ich über dich und dein unmögliches Verhalten nicht nur mir gegenüber gesprochen habe. Alle Versuche von mir dir deine Fehlleistungen vor Augen zu führen haben in keiner Weise etwas gebracht. Ganz im Gegenteil, wie man gerade wieder erleben konnte. Du wirst am Wochenende deine Tante besuchen und ich denke, diese wird mit dir über dein unmögliches Verhalten ernsthaft, streng und intensiv reden." Bei den letzten Worten zog sie noch fester am Ohr. "Aua, was soll das? Lass los!" Polterte ich drauf los.
Meine Tante die ich schon länger nicht mehr gesehen hatte, war in meiner Erinnerung, eine attraktive Frau, die eine besondere Ausstrahlung auf mich hatte. Diese blieb mir besonders in Erinnerung, weil ich als 10jähriger Junge einmal bei ihr war, und sie mir sehr streng den nackten Popo verklatschte, weil ich im Wohnzimmer, wo ich ausdrücklich nicht spielen sollte, eine teure Vase zerbrach. Jetzt war ich fast volljährig und meine Mutter könnte doch wohl nicht allen Ernstes meinen, das meine Tante die Aufgabe übernimmt, mich für mein Fehlverhalten, meine Missetaten und Ungezogenheiten, wie einen kleinen Jungen von damals zu bestrafen? "Deine Tante wird schon die richtige Ansprache für dich haben. Außerdem hast du deine Tante schon lange nicht mehr gesehen. Sie freut sich bestimmt dich wieder einmal zu sehen. Da bietet sich das kommende Wochenende an. Ich habe deinen Koffer schon weitestgehend gepackt und ich drucke noch die Fahrkarte über das Internet aus."
Da ich keine Lust auf weitere Diskussionen hatte, bat ich meine Mutter mein Ohr endlich frei zu geben, damit ich in mein Zimmer gehen konnte und meine restlichen Sachen für den Koffer heraussuchen könntet. Meine Mutter war zufrieden, das ihr Verhalten anscheinend Wirkung gezeigt hatte, und so trottete ich in mein Zimmer. Ich legte mich auf mein Bett. Meine Gedanken gingen zurück an die Szene, als mich meine Tante damals über ihre Knie legte und sehr ausdauernd und nicht unbedingt sanft, sondern zunehmend strenger den nackten Popo klatschte. Begleitet würde das Klatschen mit den Worten: "Wer nicht hören will, muss fühlen" dieser Satz der mehrfach gesprochen würde von ihr , würde unterstrichen mit einem besonderen Stakato starker Schläge auf meinen nackten Po. Mir liefen die Tränen, ich bettelte, ich schrie, aber es wollte kein Ende nehmen. Je lauter ich würde, so strenger vielen die Klatscher aus. Ich versprach von nun an Lieb zu sein, was meine Tante mit den Worten kommentierte, das sie mir glaube, aber die Strafe müsse fortgesetzt werden, damit ich mich erinnere brav zu sein und zu gehorchen.
Wer mehr lesen möchte oder Anmerkungen hat schreibe mir.
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...... It's about learning to dance in the Rain....
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As I drove into the midnight darkness once again,
Hundreds of miles to cover in a one man car,
The only sounds the GPS,radio or other vehicles,
The miles roll by the hours roll by way to slow,
Semi's getting to close just like they always do,
Time to think time to ponder the uncertain future,
My thoughts drift to what I would like in my life,
My dreams,my inner secrets my inner fantasy world,
Money?,material things?,things we would all like,
No,not at all although nice to have all those things,
Me?,its very simple for me you see,or maybe not simple,
To be given love the way I give love in its purest form,
No conditions,just someone who will love the real me,
Not judge me,not condemn me,not look down upon me,
Appreciate the "true" inner me, love and cherish it,
That "true" inner self which is hidden away in the dark,
That inner man who has spent a lifetime locked away,
The secret me you would see if you looked deep inside,
A happy loving jovial caring protective lovable guy,
A bit goofy not that book smart but well street smart,
Just longing to be loved in that "special amazing way",
That kindred spirit who bleeds your blood as you theirs,
Whose heartbeat you can hear even from a hundred miles,
What thoughts I had as I drove into the midnight darkness.
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Being ashamed of being stripped and spanked by two strong women, Stew doesn't tell his boss what happen at the Jones’s House that day. He told him he had a family emergency and had to go. More like the greatest most of his life .You see, what I think is, Stew like getting spanked but was so shocked that it was really happening he didn't know what to do or expected.
The next day Stew went back to the Jones house to apologize to the two girls and explained that he didn't say anything to his boss about it, but wants to continue caring for their green house today.
The next thing you know, there were flying lemons and then you know what.
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Hello everyone! I was wondering when you are getting punished by your disciplinarian have you ever laughed out of pure nervousness? I tend to do that a lot, or just the opposite I get angry when I get nervous. I guess its because I told myself a long time ago the only thing I fear is God. But...when it comes to people I dont really fear. There are two reactions usually you get from me anger or nervousness. I get nervous because I have bad nerves or because I know what to anticipate and its different from other situations in my life. If someone makes me nervous on the street I swing first out of anger from them trying to upset me...but with my disciplinarian I am submitting to him so I cant hit him for hitting me and the only thing I can do is chuckle or straight out laugh because I'm nervous. By no means am I disrespecting my disciplinarian...I'm just nervous and I laugh. My oldest daughter well both of my daughters do the same thing when they get nervous...they laugh or get angry. I have a hard time crying when I am being punished, but trust if I do cry I was angry before I shed a tear. I dont know why, but its always been like that with me. The first time I cried was when my ex-boyfriend spanked me in the livingroom when all the kids were at school. I guess it was because no one else was there and I was able to get the truediscipline relief I needed...lol but I could not cry in front of him. I asked for permission to go up stairs and when I got in my bedroom I just started balling like crazy!!!! uncontrollably!
The second time I cried was when my Daddy spanked me and I think a lot of that had to do with his lecturing and me feeling bad for disappointing him yanno. The third time I cried was when my current mentor spanked me the first time!!! it was not like anything I had ever braced myself for.his hands are something serious. He doesn't lecture much, because he feels you know what you did and u know what has to happen....PERIOD! and thats okay...I know every disciplinarian is different so I dont expect the same from each one. I like the diversity in the styles. My point is some disciplinarians can make you cry just looking at you a certain way and some disciplinarians can make laugh just by getting you nervous. While others can make you nervous from a simple phone call informing you that you are going to be spanked when they arrive! My Daddy has that type of power! its just like kids they will mess up and act up all day! then soon as you tell them you going to call they Daddy they start crying. So I laugh I guess sometimes to keep from crying!
I got spanked today by my mentor and I laughed well chuckled a little bit because I was nervous because I've been dodging him again for a while, and HE makes me nervous because he is a no non-sense type of guy and I know whats to come. My point is when I laugh I'm not disrespecting, I'm just nervous lol.....do any of you laugh when your nervous?
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I am surprised my blog only created one person writing me a message. I am grateful to that person though. Once again, for all you out there that like to socialize a bit here on this site, send me a message and I will write back...
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So I was talking to a friend that Ive been talking to for awhile about the DD and the BDSM lifestyle. I live the DD lifestyle and he lives the BDSM lifestyle. He was telling me that once you live the DD lifestyle you are already living the BDSM lifestyle. I begged to differ on that.
The only form of discipline that I have ever received was spanking, corner time, writing lines, or ive been grounded. I understand that the BDSM lifestyle includes sexual punishments, some of which pain fanatics, bondage, etc...most of which people that are receiving the punishment to them they like that type of stuff.
I for one don't like punishments. I didn't like them as a kid I don't like them as a adult I accept my punishment and move on yea I mess up but I learn from my mistakes. Its not a turn on for me usually people that ask me about sexual desires during a session I don't talk to because for me its hard to get to them to that point that its not sexual to me and I have no sexual desires out of. Have I ever been tied up during a session my hands yea, once which was like two years ago. But since then I have my own opinion's on that. Id rather submit to my disciplinarian on my own rather then for him to make me to submit to him.(that is another blog)
I have a few friends that are in the BDSM lifestyle so I don't knock anybody that does live that lifestyle. Im a pretty open minded person. So my question to some of you is:
Do you think that people that live the DD lifestyle are already living the BDSM lifestyle.
And do you think its possible that people that are into the BDSM can switch to living the DD lifestyle without having the BDSM aspects.
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I have been told by doctor that all my efforts to loose weight naturally is not working. I have to have weight loss surgery in order to get the weight off my left lung. I am been doing everything I could to avoid this but if this is going to help me live I will do it. I just pray I have made the right decision in the end.
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I remained in position for quite a while after she left the room. I could hear conversations again – again not able to determine what was being said. I know my friends heard what happened. The sound of the strap would have penetrated throughout the house. But then a thought terrified me – what if they saw what happened? My friends never before had seen me naked. Besides my ex-wife, no one had ever seen me exposed the way I was. No one besides my ex-wife had ever seen me take the strap. Had this now changed? I know they heard what happened and knew that I had been disciplined. Had they now seen me take the strap? Had they known that I received discipline prior to me being strapped in their house? Was this arranged prior to me receiving it that day?
I got up and through the mirror on their dresser, I saw what I had received. Deep red across my entire ass with more purple areas than I had seen in a long time. I knew it was severe when I was receiving it. It had been a while since I received the strap. I had learned many lessons the hard way throughout the years. This time it was totally different. I was always humiliated to receive the strap. This time I know someone else heard and possibly saw what happened. I slowly got dressed. I wiped away the last of the tears. I was going to have to see them again after what had happened.
I walked out and didn’t make eye contact by looking down. My friend’s wife asked me to please unlock the front door before I sat down. There wasn’t a lot of padding on the chairs. I’m not sure it would have helped too much if they were. I was hurting and swollen. My friends wife made the comment “You must be sore” then laughed. They all chuckled and we went back to playing cards like nothing had happened.
My embarrassment lasted for for months every time we saw them which was almost every week. To this day, I don’t know if they ever saw anything. What were they talking about as I was preparing to receive the strap, when I was waiting in position, when it was over? We have never never discussed it.
Today, many people have seen me spanked both friends in the lifestyle and people whom I’ve never met through my videos. I’ve been spanked in clubs in front of many people. My vanilla friends have not though and to date, no one else since has seen me truly disciplined.
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The belt came off and the jeans came down. I hesitated taking down my underwear. I could hear them talking at the breakfast table where we were playing cards but couldn’t make out the details. I received the strap well over a hundred times before – probably pushing two hundred. This was way different than before. It was the first time that I would receive the strap outside the private confines of my house – mainly my bedroom. More humiliating was the fact that now I know someone else had been made aware that I received the belt. How long had they known? Worst of all, it was my best friends. People whom I would have to see again in “normal” situations. I took my shirt off. Reluctantly, I removed my underwear and got into the position she would expect me to be in. On the bed, on my knees, knees spread wide, and shoulders touching the bed. This time was different in another way. This was a waterbed. My knees sunk in and presented my naked ass at a different angle than before. It seemed like my cock and balls were more exposed.
I was naked in position for what seemed like forever. I could still hear a conversation going on but still could not make out the details of what was being said. The position of the bed presented my bare ass toward the door. It was 180 degrees different than the layout of the bedroom I was only familiar with before. My face was pointed toward my right to be away from where she would be standing. The conversation stopped. I closed my eyes.
I knew what I was going to get. It happened so many times before. No idea how many I would receive but I knew it would be enough to satisfy her that I learned my lesson. I also knew it would be more than ten since that was the minimum per our agreement. Anything less than ten would not warrant the strap. I heard the belt be picked up. I heard the strap cutting through the air. I heard it strike my ass and felt the shockwave of pain throughout my body over and over again. It was completely quiet between the strokes of the strap cutting through the air and cutting into my ass. Her surgical strokes never hit my exposed balls. I don’t know how many strokes I received. I never counted. I just took what I deserved. My eyes teared but I knew from past sessions that no matter how many I needed to receive, I was never able to make a sound. I heard the belt being placed on the bed. Receiving the strap was over.
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Hi S/tube Friends.
It seems my connections ( see previous blog ) problems are sorted,so I am back hopefully to stay.
Hope I have not missed too much.
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My ex-wife and I were playing cards at the house of a couple who were our best friends. It was something we did almost every weekend. We would alternate between their house and ours. This particular weekend was at their place. Our kids were the same ages as their kids and were best of friends also. The kids, theirs and ours, were always bored with us playing cards so they were mostly out at the nearby park each week playing with other friends.Good wine usually began our evening and this particular evening was no different. A good way into our play and me working on my second glass was when I got myself into trouble.It had been many years since we began our agreement that dictated that I would receive the belt when I screwed up. Our youngest kid was somewhere around ten or eleven years old so it had been somewhere between fifteen or sixteen years since me first being disciplined. My need for discipline had decreased throughout the years. I was a much better person since the beginning of my journey. The number of times the belt impacted by bare ass was probably in the thousands throughout the years. It was something I never had gotten accustom to. We had long ago incorporated more “funishment” sessions that still hurt but didn’t have the emotional or physical impact of having to endure the belt. My ex-wife was also into receiving a good spanking so we were officially into our switching arrangement.Always prior to this incident, if I screwed up while we were out, she would just tell me privately that I was to receive the belt when we returned home. This time was different. Into my second glass of wine, something into the conversation turned to weight – something that I knew was taboo to discuss. There was no way she was over weight but was very sensitive about talking about it. I made some remark that embarrassed her. As much as I tried to laugh it off, I knew I stepped into it. This time to my shock, she asked our friends if she could borrow their bedroom and they could lock the front door so the kids couldn’t walk in. I was shocked and embarrassed that she asked them. To this day, I don’t know if it was pre-arraigned. My ex and his wife were the best of friends. Could they have talked about me getting the belt before?I just sat there at the table not knowing what to do. Even when my friends wife said it was ok, I sat there. Even when my ex-wife told me to get up, go into their bedroom and get ready for the belt, I didn’t move. I looked at my friends still in shock and his wife said “Go”. I remember looking down in embarrassment and not wanting to make further eye contact. I got up and went into their room.