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Sadly, this new video (once approved) will be the last video of myself and my current spanker. He was glad to fulfill both of our dreams for a short time but he has transitioned on to other avenues of life. I hope you all have enjoyed and will continue to enjoy the videos we've put out. It was fun while it lasted and I know now that my dream is even more realistic than I had hoped. There are over 7 billion people on this planet. If you haven't found the right one, then I say you are not traveling enough! I know I'm not ;)
Well Wishes and Warm Regards,
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I met Rache one night whilst working a local night club. She was 18, quite stunning, fantastic figure with one of the best asses i've ever seen and she was a lot of fun with it. I was 24,easy going, laid back with an eye for a pretty girl and a pert ass. Anyway, she flirted around me for most of the night and seemed to get on really well with the girlfriend of one of my mates. When the music finished and everyone was leaving she was still chatting with her. My mate asked me if i fancied going back to theirs for a couple drinks, apparently Lynne had invited Rache. So to cut a short story long! I ended up having a few beers and chatting endlessly with Rache long after the other 2 had gone to bed. We really hit it off and didn't look back for nearly 5 years.
It wasn't too long after we'd been going out, that Rache told me about an incident concerning her and a guy she used to hang out with before she met me. She told me that one day he'd spent a couple hours washing and waxing his car and she decided to throw some mud at it. She was an extremely mischievous girl! Anyway he was a rugby player and apparently he just threw her over his shoulder, took her into the house, sat down, hauled her over his knee, bared her ass and gave a spanking she obviously hadn't forgotten! I didn't say too much at the time but inside i was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and thanking the universe for answering my prayers. So it wasn't too long after that revelation that she found herself bare assed over my knee! And boy did she respond well to it. She was a headstrong, rebellious girl by nature and as previously mentioned very mischievous. I had died and gone to heaven.
Rache got spanked in all kinds of places. My van, the beach, my place, her mums place, the woods, tents both in UK and California, hotels here and there too and probably other places that don't spring to mind.
There are 5 incidents that really stick in my mind. And what follows is the first one.
We were both working in California for just over a year! She was a Nursery Nurse (Nanny) And i had work with some builders. Hers was a live in job and i shared a warehouse apartment with 3 other blokes, 2 Yanks and an Argentinian. So although i had my own room, the walls were really thin. Needless to say, we didn't have a lot of spanking action. However, we went down to Santa Cruz for a night (she lived in Berkley and i was in Oakland) and found a nice hotel to stay at and have some fun! We checked in, went for dinner (Well! We may have tested the bed out first) then headed back to the hotel. We got pretty wasted and decided to have a shower together. Things were getting pretty steamy! In more ways than one :-)) Anyway at some point i ended up sitting on the edge of the bath, with Rache laying over my knees getting her ass (which was long over due for such treatment) very soundly spanked while the shower water cascaded down on her delicious derrier. I have no idea how long this went on for, i was never in a hurry to get it over with though, so was probably quite a while. So when everything was over and we'd regained our senses so to speak! We climbed out the bath, only to be stood in a good 6 inches of water. Whoops! Luckily the floor was very well tiled, so the room below didn't get it. So there's the first installment. Thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed ;-)
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I am reminded of this little song from my childhood.Hope it gives you a giggle. The original artist was Ken Dodd......So sing-a-long.
" Daddy came home from work tired,his boss had been diving mad.
Then the kids started howling,the dog bite him too.
His dinner was nothing but warmed left-over stew.
We think it was then he decided,that up to the rooftop he would go.
He was about jump off when ! ,we kids started singing below.
Please dont jump off the roof Dad ,you will make hole in the yard.
We have just planted petunia's ,The digging and weeding was hard.
So if you must get it over,please give us kids a break.
Just take a walk to the park Dad,Then there you can jump in the lake".
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Would you like to spank my ass?
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Piece of piss! Nice one darling! XX I'm gonna do it in installments. The blog that is lol!
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I spent forever last night writing about some of my spanking adventures with an ex of over 20 years back. I'm just testing something a friend suggested concerning cutting, pasting and wot not. Hang on! This could be a techno phobic break through for this old geeza! ;-)
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We are writing to inform you that your daughter Sylvia has cut class again today. This is now the 3rd time that this has happened, and, as stated in our student manual, requires a parent-teacher conference followed by a 3 day suspension from school.
Please contact us at your earliest convenience so that we can make arrangements for a mutually agreeable time for the conference.
We hope that you will take this urgent matter very seriously and see to it that Sylvia receive the necessary discipline that she is so very much lacking.
Mr. Joseph P. McIntyre
Vice Principal of Discipline
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In view of our holiday weekend, I thought some might enjoy this photograph of an American eagle perched on a tombstone in Fort Snelling National Cemetery, Minneapolis, MN. He seems to be watching over the graves. Accompanying article says there is no indication of Photoshop and a cemetery employee reports eagles are often seen in the area.
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The following letter has its basis in a real lunch meeting with jean.
As I think back to the wonderful lunch we had, the fantasy part of my mind began to add things that didn't happen. I thought it would be fun to rewrite our meeting and accommodate the fantasies that have come to mind, at least to my mind. Please indulge me for a while and I hope you enjoy reading it. This fits in with what I have read in other places as "The Best Fuck I Never Had."
Finally, we were going to meet. It had been a while coming, but good things are worth the wait. I couldn't help but be a little nervous, after all I hardly ever found someone willing to meet in real life. Other than a nice lunch, a determination of "chemistry" was to be the goal of the day. I felt confident that I could make your toes curl if I had the chance. But the question was, would I have the chance.
We met at the arranged time and place. When I saw you begin to get out of your car, I stared at your long, stocking clad legs and the way your tight skirt hugged your hips and full bottom. I felt like going over to you and stopping you from moving until I had ran my hands up your legs as far as they could go and then back down again. The thought of touching you so intimately produced a definite reaction in me. So evident, in fact, that you noticed my "growth" when I stood up. You mentioned something witty about being glad to help a good man to keep it up.
Over lunch we talked about a great many things, what we liked and didn't like, things that held our interest, etc. Of course we spent most of the time talking about spanking, bondage, people we met and shared our lifestyle with. I knew that we were trying to determine whether chemistry developed between us. At one point I asked you about a sign that would indicate a desire to explore further. You asked me what it would be that I would want. I would want you to go into the restroom and take off your panties, bring them back to the table while holding them in your hand and then give them to me. Your eyes glistened and then you made a simple comment, "Oh my". You told me that you did have to go to the ladies room anyway, so you would be back in a few minutes.
True to your promise, you returned quickly and sat down. Smiling at me you said that you had something to give me and reached your hand under the table. If it was what I thought it was, you were trying to be discreet, however, I wanted a more submissive attitude from you. Instead of following your lead and reaching my hand under the table to meet yours, I held my hand out, open palm up, above the table. You blushed at the idea that someone else might see what we were doing, but I showed my insistence by staring into your eyes and shaking my hand. You swallowed and said "ok". You reached your clenched hand over the table to meet mine. I lowered my hand a few inches so you would have to drop them onto my palm. In an instant I felt your panties in my hand, they were very pretty and very small. I remember you telling me that you wore thong panties. I asked you how you felt and you told me embarrassed and excited. With a grin on my face I told you it was time to leave.
I was aware of the time and I knew you had a meeting back at work, but there was one more thing I wanted to do. After walking to your car I told you to get in and drive me to the far end of the parking lot. It only took a moment to drive the short distance, after which I told you to turn the car off. "Please get into the back seat," I told you. After I joined you there, I instructed you to turn around and with your knees on the seat, lean over the back of the seat. You began to object, and I told you that it wouldn't take long if you obeyed me. I think I heard a whimper from you as you turned around, giving me my first real look at your bottom. "Do you know what I am going to do?" I asked. No, you said, but knew it wouldn't be long before you found out. I ran my hands over your skirt covered ass. I am going to give you your belated birthday spanking. You began to object again so I took your panties from my pocket and pushed them into your mouth, stopping you mid sentence. I raised your skirt over your hips and gave each mound a kiss before I started the spanking. It certainly wasn't a hard spanking, but after I was finished you would be sure to feel this spanking for the next few hours. I spanked you, alternating between cheeks, and after every ten I would stop and let my fingers probe your pussy checking for wetness. After the second "probing" and feeling how dripping wet you pussy was, I took your panties from your mouth and wiped your pussy and then put them back into your mouth. After finishing with the required birthday number, I told you that you were getting ten more, harder ones, because you objected a couple of times to what I asked you to do. I told you that you were lucky that you had to get back to work because the ten you were getting should be one hundred instead.
I soothed and cuddled you for a few minutes until it was time for you to go back to work. I promised a much more leisurely and fulfilling time, the next time we met.
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Its Video Time
I have just gotten two horrible spankings in a row, with a lot of new crazy punishments that Daila found interesting in my blog comments and emails that we have recieved from many of you. She really hopes that you all enjoy watching me have terribly nasty things done to me...like having to take an ice cold shower, getting spanked over my cold, wet, white underwear, getting spanked hard while trying to retain a two quart enema, etc. And that is just from last nights spanking.
The second video (Which is in the process of being edited as I type) was taken while I was spanked hard in a funky new position with my knees on two separate chairs so that my legs were good and spread apart with my hands on the floor...all the while getting spanked hard with a fig in my ass, being occasionally fucked with the fig, then bent over the bed to be spanked hard again and eventually fucked with a monsterous cucumber that felt like I was giving birth over and over again.
Daila hopes you will come visit her new store at:
She has already put the first new video up, you can see a preview of it at her store, as well, we are working on submitting a longer preview here on Spanking Tube for everyone to enjoy.
Daila wants to make it easy on everyone to get the video so she is offering it at a reduced price of $5.00 for as long as the video stays in the new video list on the main page of Spanking Library. But, you have to hurry because she has said that she will definately bring the price back up once it is no longer considered a new video.
Now she is saying that the is even going to reduce the price of our other two videos that are on Spanking Library for the same amount of time.
*I am really not liking the idea that she is quite literally putting my ass up for sale on the internet.
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I know a 34 year old female in Missouri who needs a hard spanking.
Anyone wanna give it to her in Missouri ?
if so, reply here or message me.
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They say watch what you ask for.. Well how true. I asked my wife for a spanking the other night & she agree. I needed some real stress relief & she knew it.
I collected up all my implements and laid them on the dining room table. I took a shower & put on my black spanking panties. I came out of the bathroom & she was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had me bend over the island in our kitchen.
She proceeded to beat me with each of them. First 20 with the thin wooden paddle, looks like a big paint stirrer but heavier. She made me count. Then 20 with the wooden hairbrush. Next was 20 with the leather strap, about 1.5" wide & 1/4 in thick. When she went to the big acrylic paddle, about 12" long & 4" wide, it was tough to keep counting. It is big enough to cover the whole bottom. She stopped after that & was rubbing it but decided I was not done. She pulled my panties up high & gave me 20 more with assorted implements on my bare cheeks.
After that I was sent to the bedroom to stand in the corner for a while. When she came in she told me to bend over the bed & she pushed a vibrator in my ass & then told me to stand up and masturbate in front of her.
Was a wild night & I was sore the next day. Kept thinking about it every time I sat down.
As the say, watch out what you ask for..... On second thought I guess I will keep asking!
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What is to be expected when I am due for a spanking? "Mabel, please stand at the corner and I will call you over when I am ready for you" Corner time is the time to reflect on why I am at this predicament in the first place. It is usually due to my many previous occasions of been a brat. Hands on top of my head.
Sometimes I am stripped completely naked waiting for this spanking to start. My disciplinarian believes that if I have been naughty, I do not deserve any modesty. I will try to cover my breasts but to no avail. No fidgeting when you are at the corner or he will walk over and smack your legs. Ouch. During corner time, I am usually not completely well-behaved yet. It is only when the spanking starts that I give in and understand that he is in control.
My next spanking is just around the corner. I have been particularly naughty recently. Not watching on my diet and I know that I deserve this one for motivation.
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The GreatWar 1914-1918
In Flanders Fields
Flanders Poppy on the First World War battlefields.
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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I had totally forgotten that I had written this little snippet for Lori until I stumbled across it on Saturday, whilst perusing my Blogspot. A prize for anyone who can correctly guess what this is about, as it is indeed about a specific thing. And, no Lori, you can't claim the prize.
I sit in the ante-room to the odd building, not at all what I was expecting it to be like. But then what was I expecting?
I don't know really, but certainly not this large new building, all steel, and tinted glass. The door opens, and in you walk, at last we meet!
I'm about to stand to greet you, when the woman behind you says, "Sit down there please, Lori," pointing at the chair opposite me, "and no talking."
She leaves the two of us and goes down the corridor to my back. We both look at each other, I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. So often, I had thought of what our first meeting would be like, never had anything like this crossed my mind.
We both hear the clip-clop of returning footsteps down the hall. Two sets of footfalls, one the distinctive sound of female high heels, the other the sound of male feet. They both enter the foyer area; the man speaks.
"You both know why you have been called in here," he says, his voice slow and even, looking us both in our eyes, "this is the only way we can restore our integrity and your reputations. You both agree to accept your punishment from us?"
We both nod slowly, but in unison.
"I want you to be aware," he continues, "this will be a real punishment session. No safe words."
Again we both nod, I notice you swallow hard at his words. The male turns to his female partner and says. "You are more than capable of handling this on your own, so I will leave these two in your charge."
He then leaves the three of us, the woman motions for us to follow her. Again the corridor echoes with the sound of footsteps, each footfall bouncing off the glass and steel walls, the sound is cacophonic. I wonder to myself if a step make this much noise, what will the sound of a falling cane, or a cry of pain sound like in this odd building?
I know I won't have long to wait to find out. We follow the woman through a door, into an enormous bare room.
Bare except that is for a chair, and a massage table, the type with the head hole in, so you can lie face down in comfort. I don't expect much comfort for either of us over the next hour or so.
The wall on the far side of the room consisted of eight large panes of tinted glass.
The roof lighting turning the panes effectively into mirrors. I wonder to myself if people going past can see in through the glass?
Then I notice the rack on the wall nearest to us, an assorted collection of canes, paddles, and tawses. I wonder how many we will taste before being released from here. The woman sits down on the seat.
We will start with a little reflective corner time for the two of you," she says. "first though, I need to get you both prepared. Lori you first, please."
Her hand beckons you toward her. "Hands on the top of your head please," she instructs, as you stand in front of her.
Her fingers go to the hem of you black skirt; she starts lifting your skirt upwards, not for the first time since arriving here I feel a stirring in my loins. Your skirt finishes its upward journey, and she tucks it into it's waistband. Your blue lace panties now on show above your black hold ups, on show not for long though, as her fingers now go to the waistband of your knickers.
You make a startled noise, and you look as if you are about to protest.
"Silence, Lori!" she warns you, "you will have plenty of time to make a noise soon enough."
Your knickers are soon at your ankles. Then she motions me over, I slowly walk across to your side. Her hands reach across to the top of my trousers; they undo the button, then the zipper. Soon enough my trousers like your knickers, are now mere ankle warmers, with no sign of embarrassment or apprehension she then pulls down my boxers. My semi-erect cock now at her eye level.
"OK, the two of you can now go and stand in that corner," she orders us, "noses to the glass."
Standing there, knowing that you are practically naked from the waist down only inches away from me has the undesired effect. My cock now hardens completely, I can feel it bob up and down slowly in front of me.
The torment of not being able to move my hands from the top of my head to rub it is awful. Though I know we will have much more terrible torments ahead of us. The five minutes finish though they felt like five hours.
Her voice seems to boom across the room.
"I think it will be ladies first, Lori, we will start with a brisk over the knee spanking. Tomas stay where you are, nose to the glass."
I hear you walk across the room. I listen to the scraping of the chair legs on the tiled floor as she moves you into the ideal position. I hear the first few slaps of your spanking echo through the room.
My cock cries a little tear of sympathy for you.
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Wanting to blog and have loads to say
just not sure of the best way to play
You see alpha by day vixen by night
Is making me realise this is my plight.
Found a blogsite that's shown me the way
To be in control and get my own way
But give that control to others when I choose I
Is starting to make me see the light.
A true dom is one who builds your trust
Self confidence for both is a must
Surrendering to the experience will not work
Without a free and conscious choice
I do believe subs must have a voice
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A while back, Daila asked me to put out a request for spanking ideas on this blog. She was originally intending to pick one spanking scene from all of the ones that were sent to us and then spank me in that fashion the next time I got into serious trouble.
Well, that time came last night after Daila caught me writing to a female viewer that had written us asking if we could give her a self spanking assignment. All I did was to write her back and give her an assignment. The problem was that I had not advised Daila first.
I had written the email days ago and had forgotten all about it, but when Daila went through the emails as she so often does and found this particular email she was livid. I was oblivious to the entire situation until about 8:30 when I got called into the room. Daila did not say what it was that she was angry about, she just wanted me to confess to whatever it was that she was mad about. At first I did not even think about the email, but as Daila went on and started punishing me for not telling her, I remembered it. But with Daila I have to be careful because she often hauls me into the room and asks this same question and when I start telling her what it is that I think I am in trouble for I end up ratting myself out for things she does not even know about. Then I end up in double or triple trouble. So I thought I would wait her out and just play dumb. Daila, however, was not buying it. I don’t know how she knows these things...but she just does.
So what happened was, she decided that if I was not going to tell her what I did wrong then she was going to use some of the ideas she had gotten from all of the horrible things that you guys sent in the comments. But she did not choose just one thing or scene...instead, she incorporated stuff from several different people’s comments.
The long and short is that I was made to stand in the shower with only my underwear on and hose myself down with freezing cold water. This made my white underwear very see through. I was then made to get down on my hands and knees outside of the shower...soaking wet I might add. I was then spanked hard with a heavy duty spatula until my ass was visibly red through the wet underwear. I was then ordered to fill an enema bag with cold soapy water...not warm like I usually do when I am maintaining my cleanliness. She then gave me the enema on film (a new first for me). It was horrible. I got the worst cramps ever from that cold water. It was humiliating because Daila had never given me an enema. She had never even watched me do it for myself. And now she was not only giving it to me, she was recording it for everyone in the world to see my embarrassment.
To make things even worse, she spanked me very hard the whole time the water was filling me up. She used an entire 2 quart bag...and then made me hold it in and get into position on our bedroom chair. From there she continued to spank me with the spatula and eventually switched to the new paddle that I made for her. She spared no mercy. The paddle swats were ferocious and I was finally forced to admit what I had done. All totaled I received 206 smacks with the spatula and over 70 with the long paddle during this punishment.
Now I will be having to take a separate punishment for sending the email. She has told me to expect another wild session because she is going to use other ideas that have been sent in to her. I was also informed that it will also be recorded.
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Ich bin super genervt!!!
Leider scheinen manche Menschen hier kein Leben zu haben. Für sie ist es elementar wichtig Beleidigungen auszusprechen, einem nach zu stalken, einem in andere Foren zu folgen und dort genauso Müll zu erzählen.
Mit wem ich mich treffe, wann ich mich treffe und was dabei abläuft ist ganz allein meine Sache!!!! Und da hat sich niemand rein zu hängen, schon gar kein eifersüchtiges, unverschämtes Mädel, was anscheinend ein unglaublich langweiliges Leben zu haben scheint, sodas sie sich in meins einzumischen meint.
Lass es einfach sein!!! Ich hab kein Bock auf so ein Kindergarten. Wenn du das brauchst bitte, aber halt mich aus deinen kranken Spielen raus!!!
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(courtesy of Reuters.com)
To all the soldiers who gave their life.
So others could live in peace without strife.
A moment of remembrance, a moment of pause.
I give you this somber and silent applause.
To all the soldiers laid to rest.
That my heart can beat within my chest.
To the soldiers whose resolve was absolute.
I offer up this humble and heartfelt salute.
To all the soldiers in an unmarked or forgotten grave.
Thanks to you, we are The Home of The Brave.
And lastly, to all the soldiers who never made it home.
Rest in Peace Brothers, know you are not alone.
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Though Memorial Day is usually set aside to honor our fallen military, we should also not forget our friends and loved ones that have passed. So maybe we should take some time this holiday weekend, with the parties and picnics, to sit down with the young adults of today and teach them about the wisdom and love our parents and grandparents have given us.
So while we are teaching our young adults about those that have given the ultimate sacrifice, let us also teach them to remember those that preceded them, reminding not only them, but ourselves, about the sacrifice they made to give us the life we have today.
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Have a very safe and happy Memorial Day.
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