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I decide to take some time to relax and get my life in order. My plan is to get healthy first. Then start slow and learn who am I all over again. Then I want to first my goal of becoming a nurse and I will not settle for nothing less than best in myself. I will not give up and I will not allow obstacle to get in my way no matter what. I want to be that role model for my children and my BFF. I want them to see that I never gave up my dream and that I work hard to achieve my life goal through blood, sweat, and tears.
“When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe
This quote is what I try to live by. My favorite scripture is Philippians 4:13(KJV)"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."
Without God I am nothing, with God I am his child. With God before me who can be against me. No one!!!! So with that being said I will and I shall follow God my Father. I may not be perfect but my worship is for real.
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Going to get spanked tonight,will post pictures
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Spanking Tube won't shift...they tell me to put my videos into the male-spanks-male category which i am refusing to do...I am not sure where it will go probably they will either close my account or not allow me to post any more videos.
I don't know why i expected more from this site...its just a money spinner for someone isn't it and probably I should go elsewhere or start an open and accepting site of my own.
Its not the first time i have crashed into such prejudice - but for some reason i didn't expect to find it here.
If my account suddenly closes then you'll know what's happened.
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When I was at my second school after being expelled from the sadistic boys catholic boarding school there was a boy who had spanking magazines. They weren't the norm of the day. The norm was Mayfair, Penthouse and other such magazines. What he had was a magazine called 'Spanks Awfully' and one could find some spanking genre in H&E...all quite rare and hard to come by. But these magazines were then not the norm.
Mostly in monochrome they featured usually fat girls spanking one another...nothing like we see now and all very 'naughty'.
DSM IV (Diagnostic Statistical Manual) categorises and explains or attempts to define many a paraphilia (the need for an extreme or dangerous stimulus such as a sadistic or masochistic practice in order to achieve sexual arousal or orgasm - not my definition but the Oxford English Dictionary) and spanking is listed. Go back a few years to the days of Alan Turing and homosexuality was listed as a paraphilia. I speak of this thinking that in times to come spanking and personal choices about lifestyle will also be removed from the DSM manual.
In time personal choices about sex between consenting adults will probably be redefined or evaporate from the manual completely. Now we have sites like this that open up spanking, S&M and other similar activities to a greater audience and as more and more people acknowledge and find an outlet for their fantasies so S&M becomes more of a norm between consenting adults, more accepted and more people acknowledge that they take part and enjoy power and submission games with one another.
I am being told by Spanking Tube that I am in the wrong category...that my videos should be listed under male-male spanking. So I have to ask why that is. Because I am a male is the obvious answer; there is no category for Transvestites, Transgender, or any variation thereof and I am finding myself more and more isolated as I do not fit neatly into any one of their tidy little small minded categories.
So what is a male and what is a female...or what is a man and what is a woman. Easy to define, boys have willies and girls have pussy's (we say Fanny in the UK but that means something else in the states I think). Genetically girls have two XX chromosomes (and it is thought that this is why they live longer as they have a duplicate set with the same genetic information and genetic coding) and boys have XY chromosomes. Easy peasy no problem.
But what if you’re a guy who has a prominent penis and a small (blunt) vagina or a girl who has a prominent vagina and an almost miss-able penis often mistaken for a large clitoris...or a guy who has two XX chromosomes or a girl who has three X chromosomes or three X chromosomes and a Y attached as well. Where do you fit then?
I won't tell you which I am as it is private to me and I want people to accept me as I am but I will tell you that as a guy I am not an XY male.
Spanking Tube wanted to know the (dominant) sex of those in my videos. I say Dominant...they didn't ask for that but from my perspective that's what they mean as there is no category for what I am, or how I am...so ST tell me my videos are in the wrong category...my videos should be in the male-spanking-male category; not the caning category or the spanking/otk or any one of the other categories ... and so I find myself adrift again, back to the days of Spanks Awfully some 50 years ago.
Why do we need to do this...ST say they see girls but hear boys, no faces are shown, identities kept hidden so they need to know. Don't they realise that this is done on purpose. I never set out to fool anyone...I want those who see the videos to watch them because they have an interest in spanking, like a nice bottom when they see one and enjoy watching punishments given and taken by amateurs rather than by (sometimes dreadfully bad acting if pretty) models.
It would have been better for me and more acceptable by ST had I raised the pitch of the voices using my video software (Adobe Premier 11) then the question would never have arisen as ST would have been duped along with everyone else. But I prefer honesty...to be who I am and therefore to be accepted as I am and not be put into a category so ST can feel more comfortable about my videos.
87,324 people can't be wrong can they - these are the number of views I have had in the last three weeks since I opened my account on ST. I expect a number of those are repeat views as I have had messages from many of the same people who watch my videos and it is all in my profile for those who wish to know.
It is funny in some ways as I am also a traveller and am officially of NFA (No Fixed Abode). This means I am not entitled to healthcare and getting health care when I need it involves a lot of lying about my address etc, I am not allowed to vote as I need an address, have a bank account, claim income support, hire a car etc etc...there's a whole bunch of things I struggle with because I do not have a land address and instead live on the water and move about the whole time.
Now to top it all there is no room at the inn called Spanking Tube as they do not have a category for me...perhaps if they put one up called FREAK I could fit neatly in there...but remember ST 30-50 years ago all of us here would have fitted into the FREAK category too.
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Life is constantly busy for me anymore. I spend part of my week at home and part at my Dom house and those days always depend on my constantly changing work schedule. So with a husband not that into spanking and a Dom who only wants to do it every one or two months, I am having issues.
For those that can relate to my situation of lack of true spanks in their life, how do you stay motivated? How do you quiet your brain?
One more thing, I have done self spanking but doing it completely on my own isn't very effective. I am open to a mainly online relationship with a spanker, but haven't found that person. I am not always staying somewhere that I can do a self spanking either.
Any advice is appreciated!!!!
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By Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
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I haven't wrote anything on here in a while. Thought I'd say hi to all my friends on here.
No spanking stories from me, we've had a lot going on lately -- well none I want to discuss at the moment...
I have decide I want to buy a big wooden paddle with holes in it... not sure if my bf will use it but I have never been paddled like that and I want to try it... -_- at least once - almost always have had a belt used.
What are your thoughts on those (big paddles with holes)? ... Are they better than a belt --- I'm more inclined to think of a belt when I think of being spanked...
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With the 50 Shades of Grey film coming out soon, I decided to re-read the book. Sure it IS ridiculous and boring in parts, but 100 million people have read it and now British author E.L. James (Erika Mitchell) is probably as rich as Julian Fellowes. You can’t argue with money (or spanking scenes)! “50 Shades of Grey” was the fastest selling paperback of all time in the United Kingdom (hmmm).
Anastasia (Ana) is a 22-year old virgin and college student who meets Christian Grey, a 27-year old billionaire (haha) businessman, when she interviews him for the college paper.
Christian Grey, ever the romantic, likes to whip little brown-haired girls because they remind him of his crack whore birth mother. Awwww, that is SO SWEET...and creepy.
Here are some excerpts from the book. For some reason, I added a few embellishments. Can you spot them? :-)
Are you planning to see this film?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“
I’d like to bite that lip,” he whispers darkly.
I gasp, completely unaware that I am chewing my bottom lip and my mouth pops open. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. My heartbeat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering mess, and he hasn’t even touched me. I squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.
“Why don’t you?” I challenge quietly.
“Because I’m not going to touch you, Anastasia – not until I have your written consent to do so.” His lips hint at a smile.
Blah, blah, blah……they are alone in an elevator…
“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls like a constipated bear.
He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one his in a vise like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit, bathmat. His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful (huh??).
I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance that’s all about ouch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I’m helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his hips restraining me. His erection is against my belly. Oh my…He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek God, wants me, and I want him, here…now, in the elevator.
“You. Are. So. Sweet," he murmurs, each word a staccato.
The elevator stops, the doors open, and he pushes away from me in the blink of an eye, leaving me hanging like an ape in a tree.
Blah, blah, blah, who cares…
Christian shows Ana the paperwork needed before she can become his submissive.
The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix 2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.
The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of seven hours sleep a night when she is not with the Dominant.
The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and well being from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit of the loom.
During the Term, the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for the Submissive, which the Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc
basis. If the Dominant so requires, the Submissive shall during the Term, wear any adornments the Dominant shall require, in the presence of the Dominant and any other time the Dominant deems fit.
The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and the Submissive. The personal trainer will report to the Dominant on the Submissive’s progress.
The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of the Dominant’s choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments the Dominant sees fit.
The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs, or put herself in any unnecessary danger.
The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be
held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant. Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.
Then Anastasia discloses she is a virgin…blah, blah, blah, and some vanilla sex ensues which gets rid of Ana’s virginity.
Fast forward to the next morning when they are in the bathtub.
“Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.” “I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. I glance up at him and come face to face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying my astounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm… okay, bring it on.
He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is scorching molten gray.
“That’s right, baby.”
A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth… hmm. I remember him pushing his thumb into my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.
Hmm… he’s soft and hard at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty – salty and smooth.
“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again. Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move.
“Oh…baby…that feels good,” he murmurs.
I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.
“Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers.
Hmm…I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle.
I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue round and round. Hmm…I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
“Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need – need for me. Need for my mouth…oh my. Holy crap.
His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh…I’m not sure about this.
“Have you done that before?” “No.”
And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.
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Der hässliche Vogel Walter ist endlich aus dem Dschungel Camp geflogen *-*
Oh jeah oh jeah oh jeah *-*
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There are now 5 Miss Chris FM Spanking promo clips from the now closed OTKMom.Com site, in my collection. While Miss Chris is a favorite spanker of many men and women, be sure to check out the other clips from the OTKMom site. All the women who gave spankings at the OTKMom site, spank HARD.
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I hope that everyone is well and enjoying the New Year!
Hopefully everyone is keeping safe and warm on the East coast!
I just added a short introduction video here that touches on my spanking philosophy.
Also an invitation to join My spanking group on Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/communities/115641911748605904835
Have a fantastic evening!
Ms Rebekah Hurtz
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Since time is of the essence.these days, Marie challenged me to clean two bathrooms in a half an hour and I failed miserably. So, now later on tonight I will be restrained to the bondage bar and will get 30 lashes with the standard cane, mini cane, devil braid, and her new glass blown handle whip (120 total lashes). Needles to say I will be in a world of hurt later on.....I guess that I will be motivated even more to complete her challenges next time.
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I'm in big, big, big, bigger than big! biggest of trouble ever!
Okay, I'll try and explain everything from the beggining. I'm really, really horrible socially. I get muddled up when people are talking sometimes, and it makes me feel embarrased and a little anxious. And people laugh at me a lot, (well, they used to when i spoke more) and i don't understand why because i hardly ever tell jokes. It hurts my feelings. Away with the faries. That's how I'm often described. It sounds like a compliment, but I think it's really meant to be an insult.
I used to visit a man who tried to help. We would do things like ask each other really dull questions. We played games too, but even the games were unimaginably dull! I stopped going because he wasn't very patient with me. Which was more than a little unfair, considering i was extremely patient with him! But It's okay. I think I'm figuring it out by myself. Besides if I have a really tough day, I just pretend I'm an alien! An alien trying to understand human encounters. It's super fun and it works a treat.
Okay. There's a man, and he's always in town. He's kind of old and he has two walking sticks. I think he must be really lonely because he smiles and waves at young people. He just gets laughed at. It's really sad to see. Well today he waved at me. So i gave him my friendliest smile and my biggest wave back, then he called me over.
He was really nice and very interesting, but more importantly he makes miniature things! I love miniature things. So he invited me back to have a look and for some cake:) I felt very happy, I'd made someone smile, I had a new friend, and i was going to eat cake and look at miniature things! all in one day! But then my friend rang, saying she needed to see me. So i had to let him down. Oh, and just so you know I did actually ask him if there was any possiblity he could be a murderer or anything bad. He said no, and he promised. He was definetly telling the truth. I'm sure of it.
But Alex wasn't happy with me at all! In fact he was really disappointed and a bit angry. It didn't feel fair, I thought I was doing something nice. As soon as we walked through the door he pulled my jeans down and off, the same with my knickers. Then i went straight over his knee for the hardest hairbrushing ever! And It's not even over! so now I'm in bed, feeling sad with a very anxious tummy.
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My Discipline in a DD Relationship
My Discipline in a DD Relationship (continued…)
My Discipline in a DD Relationship (concluded…)
Discipline at a Friend's House - Part 1
Discipline at a Friend's House - Part 2
Discipline at a Friend's House - Part 3 and Finale
Getting my Strap Back
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I just wanted to explain a little more in depth about our Domestic Discipline relationship. We also have a Daddy Daughter Dynamic within that. I would like to stress at this point that this is not age play in anyway and is, like DD no way sexual. To me both DD's go hand in hand with each other.
Having rules and consequences is something that one would do with a teenager who lived at home. The two are very similar, indeed Domestic Discipline without knowing it can be very Daddy Daughter focused. When i am in a bratty phase i often feel as if i am being a rebelious teenager, kicking up against authority and i know that SirDD feels that he is acting like a father figure during these times.
The rules, discipline and consequences in a DD relationship to me are more or less the same as in a Daddy dynamic. I was often confused as to which DD i wanted and what i wanted exactly untill i realised that for us and me not knowing it, the two go hand in hand! This adds even more depth to our relationship, in no way am i a child, i am a responsble, hard working adult. I know what i need and having both in our lives works brilliantly for us,
Taken from http://www.myddlife.com
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Types of punishments I just thought i would say a few words on the type of punishments we use in our Domestic Discipline relationship. SirDD is always fair and the most important thing is that he never ever punishes in anger. As we all know spanking is one of the main punishments but there are others that can be used ( as we do) just as much, they are as follows:
1) Lines- This is used mainly for forgetfulness, not keeping to chores list, swearing.
2) Spanking- Used mainly for bratty behaviour, talking back and disrespect ie raising voice.
3) Corner time- Again used for talking back or not listening.
4) Bedroom time- Continued forgetfulness or really, really upsetting SirDD, to think about my actions.
5) Essays- These are used for apoloigising to SirDD for my behaviour. Those are the 5 punishments we use mainly. I am yet to be grounded ( which is an option) or have any priviledges taken away from me, tv, pc etc.
These work really well for us and have not really changed since we started Domestic Discipline. I hate lines and corner time the most........although having said that i hate them all!!!! That after all is the whole point!!!! Princess x
Please take a look at our website http://www.myddlife.com for those into Domestic Discipline.
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My Name is Spinner..Real name Glenn Jones.. I'm a Freelance HIV outreach worker. I'm a husband, father, grandfather. I'm a sexual assault survivor. I like to write stories, talk to a hundred people a day. I have a great passion for life. I believe in God and Jesus Christ. I do not judge anyone or their beliefs. In my heart the name of the game is get the message out about HIV, SDI's and all the danger surrounding these infections in any way, shape or form, to think outside the box! The outreach work I have done and still do has always been pure at heart and full of passion inspired by Grace.
I challenge all of you to keep your torch on fire and your passion burning. To make this world a better place
Along the way in my adventures of life I picked up the art of male to male paddling. No sex in the mix ever. Curious or been there before walk with me to the wild side for a hour, no harm/ no foul. A good Texas whuppin/spanking is what I offer. I'm the grandfather type..I got compassion and that's the trick for a whuppin you'll remember. Board shorts on or off makes no difference.
Men If your single/ having SEX use CONDOMS.. NO JOKE!.. I'm tired of watching young men get sick and I have no qualms of burning your rear with my paddle to help you REMEMBER the "USE CONDOMS" message!
Glenn/ Spinner HIV Activist USA
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They had packed the car the night before and were heading out early this Saturday morning for the long drive to their cabin in the Adirondacks where they'd spend the next week. It was a nice little place on a river, not much but you don't really need much. They stopped for a late breakfast just to break up the ride and arrived at the cabin by noon. After opening all the windows and putting out some porch furniture they headed for the river, very cold even in August. He dove in off the dock, "You have to do it fast. Get it over with." She inched in as usual covered in goosebumps.
After a swim, they took the canoe about a half mile down river to check in with the Connelly's, an older couple who stayed there all summer. He's brought some down state newspapers for Mr. Connelly and the kind of pipe tobacco he liked. She brought Mrs. Connelly some bath salts and lotions. They visited a while, caught up with the news over lemonade and headed back. When he'd built the cabin he'd brought in a couple of truckloads of sand so they had a nice little "beach" to bask in the sun.
By late afternoon when the sun disappears behind the mountain it starts to get cool. He built a fire in the fireplace and they threw a couple of burgers and vegetables on the grill for dinner and lingered over wine looking forward to the week ahead. After a quick clean up, they grabbed their sweaters and went back down to the river to sit by a fire pit and drink in the night. The nights are especially beautiful when you get away from the cities and it was just the two of them in their little place cut out of the pine woods.
The sky was inky black and filled with of millions of stars. They found the the Big and Little Dippers and the Northern Cross before settling into a comfortable silence staring at the fire. There is something very primitive about sitting around a fire at night. You want to spin a yarn or scare yourself silly with ghost stories. Is there anyone who hasn't heard about, "The Man with a Hook!" He broke the silence:
"Have you ever heard of "Karandawan"?"
"It's one of those cryptozoology things?"
"No, no, it's an Indian legend. It's the word for, "Great White Pine." Eastern white pines grow all around this area but one tree would figure large in the history of the Indian nations of New York. It happened thousands of years ago when the Five Nations were always at war: The Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga and Seneca.
They settled in to explore a local legend. "According to the story, a man came along whose name was, 'The Peacemaker.' It was his dream to end the constant warring so all could live in peace. He decided to go on a journey to find a way to bring the Five Nations together. He built a canoe out of large white stones and set out on his quest. All the people of his village saw him off and were amazed because they had never seen stones float before.
"Along the way, The Peacemaker had a vision of a white pine that reached into the sky and held key to a lasting peace. He traveling many days and many miles before he came upon a white pine that stood majestic among all the others. This surely was the 'Great White Pine' of his vision, the 'Tree of Peace.' He gathered the leaders of the Five Nations under its branches and spoke of a peace that would benefit all their people. Together the leaders agreed to end their warring and live together in harmony. As a symbol of their peace accord, all five buried their weapons under the branches of Great White Pine. That was the beginning, when the Five Nations united and became the great Iroquois Confederacy.
"The legend also tells of four large, white roots which grew from the Great White Pine and extended long distances north, south, east and west. Anyone who sought peace could follow a root back to the Tree of Peace and find shelter under its branches. They would be welcomed to live with the Iroquois people. The Tuscaroras from the south did just that.
"When the white settlers drove the Tuscarora off their land in the Carolinas in the early 18th century, legend tells of their following a large, white root north to find the Great White Pine. As promised, they were welcomed by the Iroquois and the Tuscarora thus became the sixth Nation of the Iroquois Confederacy. The Great White Pine has always been an important symbol of peace woven into the Iroquois culture which continues to this day. A white pine is stamped on the Constitution of the Iroquois Confederacy as a sign of peace. That's "Karandawan," he told her, "Great White Pine."
He got up to put more wood on their fire and she was spellbound by the legend which she had never heard before. He pulled her back to rest against him.
"You know what I was thinking," he said, "you should be spanked under this beautiful night sky."
"Out here? Outside? No way!"
"Why not? Look around us. This is God's country. What better place? We are here like the early settlers. Those men knew how to keep their women in line. They wouldn't take the back talk I get from you. No ma'am."
When she laughed he was certain. She was going to get it right here, right now under the August sky. He slipped a finger under her waistband at the small of her back and moved it slowly back and forth. It was his usual invitation or maybe a warning.
"No ma'am. Those men knew how to handle sass. They didn't bother to take her back to the house, either. No, they got a hold of her, pulled up all those skirts and petticoats and belted her right on the spot. Days were hard and long. No time for wasted words. You could use a little of that, by the way."
"Yes, but not out here."
He reached down, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and slipped his warm hand down the back of her pants.
"Not here, not outside!"
"Oh, I don't know. It might be fun. All your pioneer sisters got a good strappin' from time to time and it wouldn't do you any harm, either. " He tapped his belt, "I've got everything I need right here."
She tried to get up but he had a hold on the back of her jeans
"Or, I could cut a switch from that white pine over there. Think of all the spirits of the mountain watching you getting spanked. The Great White Pine would beam with approval."
He was pulling her toward him trying to work her jeans down. She was pulling just as hard trying to get away. He will always win that tug of war and he easily pulled her across his knee as he boosted himself up to sit on the log.
"NOT OUT HERE!"
He ignored her as he tugged her pants town. "It's about time you were punished. Things are going to change around here!"
She felt the cool air on her bottom. She thought about all the animals that could see her. This was something new. His words hit home and she liked being that pioneer woman subject to her husband's punishment. She even hoped there were people out there who were watching her get the good thrashing she deserved. She didn't expect what happened next. He stood them both up. Her pants fell down to around her knees.
" I think this is how your pioneer sisters got it, my love." He had her by the upper arm and started swinging his belt, catching her on the buttocks and thighs.
"Enough! I've had enough! You will obey me!!!"
He caught her by surprise. She was half naked. Everything was stinging and he made it so real. She loved it! She skipped around trying to avoid his belt. She tried to protect herself with her free hand. Nothing worked.
"You will curb your sharp tongue!" He continued swinging his belt, "Your laziness is tiresome. You will do more to help me. I'm trying to eke out and existence for us here. What do you do all day?."
"I will, I will," she sobbed and begged and promised to do better as she hopped and twisted around.
"You'd better or I'll whip you every day until you do. Get that damned garden up and running."
He continued with his dire warnings. She wailed and pleaded and played her part well, too. They were loud, raw and freer than they'd even been indoors. Very simply, they were aroused. The emotion caught up with her and suddenly she started sobbing for real. He pulled her close and held her head against his chest. He picked up the throw they'd been sitting on and wrapped it around her waist.
"I feel it, too," he soothed her and held her close. "It's the spirit of the mountains."
He walked her back to the cabin and they settled down in front of the fire. He kissed her and told her how beautiful she was by firelight. She told him how much he excited her. They made love with great tenderness. The Tree of Peace was watching them from somewhere and gave them the blessings of the pine forest.
Down river, Mrs. Connolly was standing on her dock and plainly worried. She was sure something terrible was happening to that nice young couple. "Do you think we should call the police?" Mr. Connolly was quite amused, "Leave them alone, Muriel. Come inside and leave them alone."
The Great White Pine smiled.
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It strikes me as a little strange that I can be mutual, Dominant or submissive with women but must always be dominated with guys. I say always...if I find a guy I like who wants me to smack him I most certainly will especially if he has a nice bottom but he has to ask me for it and if he can build it into my submission then all’s the better as I like to do as I am told once I have submitted my own free will.
But these rules of engagement I have make me aware that I am not gay...would have been happy being gay but I am simply not. I love women – I dream about beautiful women and their soft tender bodies the whole time...when I dream about men they are abusing me in some way.
I like to create punishment scenarios and if possible I prefer the bumming to be part of the punishment. This does not mean it has to be punishing and indeed if it is I always call a halt as of course I am concerned about damage or injury. It is within this activity that any Dominant needs to be careful and needs to respond to my body – I believe communication is key.
For the bumming and sexual domination to be effective or to feel punishing all that has to occur for me is that it takes place with me in the punishment position. That is bending over so my head is lower than my bottom, skirt up and knickers pulled down to my lower thighs.
For me having my legs together in a demure polite way is also important...I understand and indeed I like to have my legs open as it stretches my knickers across my thighs...if there can be an elastic line that reports on my knickers having been lowered then this just adds to the domination of it for me.
But initially and immediately after a severe paddling in all those significant places as described last blog entry and apparent in my videos to feel a hard dominant cock sliding in between my hot, sore swollen bum cheeks is a feeling I just love. It makes me feel so utterly dominated, controlled and owned by a Master or Mistress with a strap-on.
Where I enjoy a hard hot throbbing and pulsating cock a strap on will suffice...many an older Dom will struggle with erection difficulties many seem to have had prostate issues – I get that and I understand how it leaves an inability to gain and sustain an erection.
One wonderful man I meet uses a big pink vibrating strap-on. He is tender and careful with it and is always so very surprised that I can take all nine inches of it right to the hilt. Its girth is also very significant but it is all in the way he uses it.
When I communicate with potential Doms it never ceases to surprise me the number who actually want to 'rape' me and use those words. I try my best to alter their language to games of submission and domination but they insist on using terms such as rape and abuse. I have my fantasies but that’s all they are – fantasies and as long as I give my consent there is nothing rape-like in it. If they are unable to see this then they are not for me and would probably be better off in prison.
I was recently speaking with a guy who used terms such as ‘...gonna fuck your brains out..., gonna shaft you into next week – great fun words and then I seek the sanity in him...gonna fuck your brains out and fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to cum and finish...ok I get it I said but no damage...but he couldn’t get off it and so I deleted him from my contact list...I do wonder how he thinks of it now, is he surprised or was he just testing to see what he could get away with.
Being bummed, buggered, penetrated or sexually dominated is what I term as my ultimate submission in itself – it requires no great violence or abuse and if I think there is abuse present it destroys it for me in an instant. Yes I enjoy it and can have an orgasm and ejaculate without any other direct stimulation or passive rubbing...just an increasingly strong feeling of fullness and a certain lack of control...where I don’t usually get hard when I am being bummed if I am going to cum then suddenly I do.
That feeling of it all being out of my control as my erection lifts and suddenly I am very hard and very big...I usually moan a lot and also say I am cumming, there is no stopping it as from far away a feeling rises until it is upon me and I pulse my ejaculation in such a manner and way that I do not experience through masturbation or when I am having sex with women.
Usually s/he respond by working me harder and deeper which only adds to it for me and when I cum I feel completely owned and dominated as if it is all controlled by another and certainly it is all out of my control.
I used to have a relationship with a woman and when she initiated sex with me rather than me with her she would have a long handled plastic bathroom brush beside her as I climbed on in the missionary position.
If ever she felt I was fantasising out of having sex with her or if I was on my elbows and she wanted me working for her orgasm she would beat me on my heaving bottom as I rhythmically penetrated her...she wasn’t gentle about it and would spur me on...when she got within her orgasm zone my bottom would seriously suffer as she beat me till she climaxed...it’s hard to sustain an erection when the spanking pain is too severe but in this scenario maintaining my erection was never a problem as I found it so very stimulating.
The mere sight of the brush beside her naked body and the look in her eye of knowing...that look said she was in control and I knew she was in control of the way I performed. She always told me I did so much better when she was in charge rather than when I initiated sex...when I initiated it usually we performed doggy...when she initiated it we always performed missionary and she beat me virtually every time.
Sadly she was always remorseful and would massage my bottom afterwards...she said she felt guilty about the marks etc and despite my best efforts to reassure her that it was perfect for me there was always a certain guilt with her and an issue about what she termed normality...this unfortunately ended up coming between us and after a few years with this in mind alongside other aspects of domestic non-compatibility we split up.
I saw her recently after some 30 years and she reminded me of it and told me when she was having sex with her now husband she often thought of how she used to control me but could never consider it with her lazy on his elbows husband...but two kids later I think she is contented. However she also said she often masturbated to the theme of it and wanted it all again only with her significant other husband.
To be bummed for me then has to simulate punishment without being punishing, has to be part of the punishment scenario without damage or danger, has to be safe but has to be with concern for my well-being. I won’t meet those who do not keep to this standard and will quickly show them the door if there is a hint of any kind of real-rape-agenda.
I met a guy last summer and the spanking part went well...when I submitted for real, in tears from a severe paddle spanking with a baseline in 10’s of 50 he positioned me quite forcefully for penetration...all good so far, then as he entered me it felt quite different – he was forceful and held me tightly in place but it felt different and I reached back and realised he did not have a condom on.
I went mad and insisted he stopped but he would not and started ramming it in hard as if all he wanted to do was ejaculate...I lost my temper and struggled hard, shouting at him and was able to get far enough away to kick him away from me.
I stood up and was very upset...but so was he and he stood up and came at me aggressively calling me names and telling me to get over...I am not a fighter (5'11" but just 10.5 stone or 147 pounds or 70 Kilos) nor am I an aggressive person but as he came towards me aggressively I punched him clean on the nose as hard as I could and (fortunately) down he went like a sack of spuds.
Then he was remorseful and couldn’t understand he said why I punched him. I offered to call the police on his behalf as I had in fact assaulted him – yes I know he had assaulted me as well and the chances are the police would have charged him with this as I make it very clear in all my mail communications what I mean by safe-sex.
What will I tell my wife he said as there was blood all over his shirt and on my carpet...tell her you’re a rapist said I, tell her you’re a wanker or a bastard or a two-timing little shit...I had my phone in my hand and said I was phoning the police at which point he became very sorry and pleaded with me not to. The police and all that alpha male stuff bothers me a lot and I would rather not involve them if possible but I will if I feel abused.
I had to have an STI check when I was in London...great free service but I was much more upset about it than I realised and they offered me counselling which I took. They were great and helped me see where his responsibility lay...what was mine to control and what was his responsibility to me and anyone else.
Nowadays I test people...I give them all the rope they need so they state their intended agenda and if it strays in the slightest from what I seek I drop them immediately.
It takes skill, consideration, imagination and communication to sexually penetrate someone and allow it to be part of the punishment without being damaging, dangerous or actually punishing...not many seem to have the ability for it which leads me to think I need someone quite special and I am unlikely to find it through the genre of anything spanking.
But I know it takes all sorts to make the world and maybe I will find the right Dom through this lifestyle...but for all things love and all things tender and caring I always return to women as to date I have never found all that care, tenderness and love in any other man save in me...shame really.
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Hey, guys, guess what! I finally got to take part in my first ever spanking MOVIE! WOO! I'm so happy!
If y'all are interested, the clips are available from Red Cheeks Studios, HERE: http://clips4sale.com/studio/71436
MY video is titled A Day in the Life of a Brat, but there are also a lot of other great videos available from Red Cheeks Studios. :D You guys should definitely take a look at some of 'em~ ;)
((Oh. And I'd suggest you all keep your eyes open; There are at least 2 more scenes to that movie~))