Clare Fonda Pass
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The Cane,my most favorite Implement....I can't get enough from it....I'm addicted to the burning Kiss of the Cane....I really enjoy with great pleasure his Dance across my naked Bottom.....I'm feeling hot....I'm feeling naughty.....oh yeah....it's Time for another Ride of the Cane.....

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Hello every body, and thank you for your kind comments :) , I would like to make one observation if you dont write anything in your request or at least have decent profile I cant add you, no offense but I need to know whom am adding!

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I am terrified at a recent prospect. I am meeting a gentleman within a couple of weeks, or so the plan goes. Like my last heartbreak, he is Moroccan and older than myself. Unlike my last partner, he is patient, compassionate, validates me without trying and seems to genuinely want me to be his best friend as well as wife.

I am terrified about this because my last relationship started out very similar. When my ex dropped me back off in Texas, I was back at my house wandering from room to room, I could clearly remember getting ready every night, for months, to FaceTime. How I felt afterwards on those nights in comparison to how he left me feeling. I really hope he never experiences hurt like that or that his sisters or future daughters never hurt like that. It feels like you are going to die when you genuinely love someone to that degree and then.... anyways.

I won't go into details about my last roller coaster because that's between him and I. This post is merely to vent that I am scared I will be treated similarly or worse, but that there are signs that it may be different.

When my ex dropped me off in Texas,he never once asked me if I am ok or how my daughter was. His lack of compassion was enough to shake the empty shell of my heart. This new gentleman recently had the opportunity to show how he feels.

I had met a much younger gentleman fresh from afghanistan. He is without family and his father, whom he hasn't seen in 10 years, just passed. To add to that he has differing religious views in the community and that makes him feel isolated. Being that I wear my heart on my sleeve, like an idiot, I tried to help him get more acquanted into the community. That was my first mistake. He apparently had followed me home and sat in my driveway around 2am on more than one occasion. I only found out about this later from a neighbor and my mother, who assumed it was a girlfriend or something. Well, the other night he showed up drunk, with a pair of scissors and was banging on my door. I was really shocked because his behavior of coming to my house at all, him coming that late and him being drunk. In my community that is just absolutely unacceptable. I went outside, my second mistake, and told him to get lost. He proceded to attempt to get past me and into my house. I shoved him backwards off of the porch, ran inside, locked the door and called 911. The story ends there with that person. The gentleman that I am talking with currently just so happened to call immediately after. He could tell I was shaken and I explained everything. He listened patiently but was getting more and more in that protective mode that men get into. He scolded me like a big brother would and explained where I went wrong and how I need to handle it next time, beginning with not engaging in conversation with strange men. I started crying and explaining that I know this, that I wanted to help him into the community and that I genuinely just hated the idea of someone feeling alone and isolated. His tone softened, was tender and he explained that he understood but that I have to go against my nature and have my guard up to protect myself and my daughter. That he should have went to the men in the community instead of me, etc. I apologized and told him that my intentions were good and that I'd do better next time. He was calm, patient and understanding. He later called to check on me to see if I was ok and to reassure me that he wasn't mad or upset at me. That made me feel wonderful.
In sharp contrast, when my ex dropped me off in Texas I was no longer his problem. He never texted or called to see how I was, how my daughter was...nothing. He was all to happy and relieved to get back to his regular routine.

I am scared because I put trust in people without hesitation, and that's just me. In my last relationship my partner just settled for whatever he could get in the immediate. I was later to realize that I was a hiccup in his routine. I was just there to fill a space and nothing more. Everything else came first.

With this new gentleman he is open about his feelings, communicative, doesn't spare on telling me his interest and how he sees me, he genuinely wants a "partner in crime" and best friend and not just a housewife or bed warmer. He is silly, religious and yet can be serious when he needs to be. He supports me in continuing school and yet wants me to work with him in dawah, which I would more than readily do. I would just keep my degree to fall back on and focus on family and community.

He doesn't pretend to be religious or act pretentious. He isn't arrogant, from what I've seen. He is understanding that a marriage is 2 imperfect people helping to improve one another and hasn't judged me for anything I've done in the past, or at least hasn't let on. When I divulged my "fetish" to him, he chuckled and said that it's just fine. When I told my ex, it was like I became a harlot, a woman of questionable character...never mind his sordid past. But that is neither here nor there. If things actually work out with this new person and myself, I won't be on here any more. I don't want to create a rift, raise alerts when there's no need, etc. because if things work out I know he will be all that I need and vice versa. That's the beauty of having someone that is not judgmental and engages all of you. ;)

This new love interest shows genuine desire in knowing me as a person, listens to me and takes my feelings into consideration...so far. He sends me texts throughout the day, jokes with me and calls randomly to just talk. He realizes that there is more to me than just me being a mom, a chef or anything else. That I am an individual, and he isn't threatened by that.

On the plus side, even if it doesn't work out. I have brushed up on my international cooking, made an organic garden, have rapidly picked up on my arabic and am starting school. In addition to that, I am becoming more involved in my community and have even started a Dawah page online for girls. I have felt a wholeness recently that I never felt with my ex. I found that I hung on his every word and based my happiness on him, which is wrong.

I travelled abroad and was able to lose myself, my worries and my recent heartache...now comes the hard part of learning to entrust myself to another's care.

It's much easier to deal with things after I have written them out. ^_^

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I am terrified at a recent prospect. I am meeting a gentleman within a couple of weeks, or so the plan goes. Like my last heartbreak, he is Moroccan and older than myself. Unlike my last partner, he is patient, compassionate, validates me without trying and seems to genuinely want me to be his best friend as well as wife.

I am terrified about this because my last relationship started out very similar. When my ex dropped me back off in Texas, I was back at my house wandering from room to room, I could clearly remember getting ready every night, for months, to FaceTime. How I felt afterwards on those nights in comparison to how he left me feeling. I really hope he never experiences hurt like that or that his sisters or future daughters never hurt like that. It feels like you are going to die when you genuinely love someone to that degree and then.... anyways.

I won't go into details about my last roller coaster because that's between him and I. This post is merely to vent that I am scared I will be treated similarly or worse, but that there are signs that it may be different.

When my ex dropped me off in Texas,he never once asked me if I am ok or how my daughter was. His lack of compassion was enough to shake the empty shell of my heart. This new gentleman recently had the opportunity to show how he feels.

I had met a much younger gentleman fresh from afghanistan. He is without family and his father, whom he hasn't seen in 10 years, just passed. To add to that he has differing religious views in the community and that makes him feel isolated. Being that I wear my heart on my sleeve, like an idiot, I tried to help him get more acquanted into the community. That was my first mistake. He apparently had followed me home and sat in my driveway around 2am on more than one occasion. I only found out about this later from a neighbor and my mother, who assumed it was a girlfriend or something. Well, the other night he showed up drunk, with a pair of scissors and was banging on my door. I was really shocked because his behavior of coming to my house at all, him coming that late and him being drunk. In my community that is just absolutely unacceptable. I went outside, my second mistake, and told him to get lost. He proceded to attempt to get past me and into my house. I shoved him backwards off of the porch, ran inside, locked the door and called 911. The story ends there with that person. The gentleman that I am talking with currently just so happened to call immediately after. He could tell I was shaken and I explained everything. He listened patiently but was getting more and more in that protective mode that men get into. He scolded me like a big brother would and explained where I went wrong and how I need to handle it next time, beginning with not engaging in conversation with strange men. I started crying and explaining that I know this, that I wanted to help him into the community and that I genuinely just hated the idea of someone feeling alone and isolated. His tone softened, was tender and he explained that he understood but that I have to go against my nature and have my guard up to protect myself and my daughter. That he should have went to the men in the community instead of me, etc. I apologized and told him that my intentions were good and that I'd do better next time. He was calm, patient and understanding. He later called to check on me to see if I was ok and to reassure me that he wasn't mad or upset at me. That made me feel wonderful.
In sharp contrast, when my ex dropped me off in Texas I was no longer his problem. He never texted or called to see how I was, how my daughter was...nothing. He was all to happy and relieved to get back to his regular routine.

I am scared because I put trust in people without hesitation, and that's just me. In my last relationship my partner just settled for whatever he could get in the immediate. I was later to realize that I was a hiccup in his routine. I was just there to fill a space and nothing more. Everything else came first.

With this new gentleman he is open about his feelings, communicative, doesn't spare on telling me his interest and how he sees me, he genuinely wants a "partner in crime" and best friend and not just a housewife or bed warmer. He is silly, religious and yet can be serious when he needs to be. He supports me in continuing school and yet wants me to work with him in dawah, which I would more than readily do. I would just keep my degree to fall back on and focus on family and community.

He doesn't pretend to be religious or act pretentious. He isn't arrogant, from what I've seen. He is understanding that a marriage is 2 imperfect people helping to improve one another and hasn't judged me for anything I've done in the past, or at least hasn't let on. When I divulged my "fetish" to him, he chuckled and said that it's just fine. When I told my ex, it was like I became a harlot, a woman of questionable character...never mind his sordid past. But that is neither here nor there. If things actually work out with this new person and myself, I won't be on here any more. I don't want to create a rift, raise alerts when there's no need, etc. because if things work out I know he will be all that I need and vice versa. That's the beauty of having someone that is not judgmental and engages all of you. ;)

This new love interest shows genuine desire in knowing me as a person, listens to me and takes my feelings into consideration...so far. He sends me texts throughout the day, jokes with me and calls randomly to just talk. He realizes that there is more to me than just me being a mom, a chef or anything else. That I am an individual, and he isn't threatened by that.

On the plus side, even if it doesn't work out. I have brushed up on my international cooking, made an organic garden, have rapidly picked up on my arabic and am starting school. In addition to that, I am becoming more involved in my community and have even started a Dawah page online for girls. I have felt a wholeness recently that I never felt with my ex. I found that I hung on his every word and based my happiness on him, which is wrong.

I travelled abroad and was able to lose myself, my worries and my recent heartache...now comes the hard part of learning to entrust myself to another's care.

It's much easier to deal with things after I have written them out. ^_^

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Anybody else up bored want to trade pics? Female or male . I'm super bored.

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Tempest was relieved to hear Dylan and Evan return. She wasn't sure how they would ever work out their differences. Janie seemed emotionally fragile, on the brink of a complete breakdown. There had to be another way of resolving their conflict. David, Evan, Raven and now Dylan, had all punished her! What had any of them accomplished? She should be in love, but she was obviously in pain. She heard the boys voices through the opening of the door, but could not make out the words. She just hoped Evan was okay and that he wouldn't go after Janie again. Temoest doubted she could handle anymore. She was wild eyed and in a state of panic, when she left.

She heard Dylan come into their room. He tried to be so quiet. Tempest sat up, in bed, and said, “It's okay, honey. I'm awake.”

Tempest had fallen asleep earlier, but the ruckus next door, had awakened her. She was very sore. It had been a challenging day, all around. What had started as a hard day of training, had turned to disaster, at dinner. She and Janie had ended up, on the stage, in front of the entire club, being strapped on their bare asses. David, her Mother and then by their own fiancees had all had a turn at them. It was just humiliating! Dylan had warned her and she should have heeded his cautious. She was going to straighten up, from now on. Her relationship was not going to end up like Janie and Evan's. Temoest was going to try, more than ever, to be the kind of girl, Evan could be proud of.

“Is everything alright over there, Dylan? Janie came pounding at the door,crying. She couldn't get the tail plug, back into her bottom. I know, you didn't give me permission, but I thought you'd want me to help her. It was kind of weird, assisting her with the plug... Getting it ready to put it into her bum, but I did my best.” She decided not to tell him, she been watching, as she'd taken the belt to Janie, after she'd cut Evan's eye. No one had seen her. In a funny way, it made her respect him even more. He hadn't wanted to punish Janie. She was his little cousin and they had grown up, so close. He did it, because he needed Evan to feel better about the situation, so he'd return. Janie had begged him to help. That was what it took, to bring Evan back to the room. Dylan was strong enough to do, what needed to be done, in that moment. She was so proud of him. She saw the seeds of greatness in him and it really made her really want to be by his side, and hello him achieve it.

“I'm so impressed with you, Tempest, helping her, was the right thing to do,in my absence. You did it even though it was hard for you. I'm sure the whole thing made you feel very uncomfortable.” Dylan sat next to her, on the bed, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. He reached over and kissed her. “You did the right thing. How did Janie seem to you?”

He was still concerned over her state of mind. He'd also given her a hiding she'd never forget. He could still feel the marks the leather made on his palm, as he'd stood holding her arm and whipping her bottom, as she tried to escape the lash. There was a beauty in that dance. Master and subservient, waltzing in a frenzied pirouette of pain. He would use that method again, some day.

Tempest was so glad to have his approval. They seemed to have united and were now on the same page. She felt really good about their future. He had defied his Uncle, to save her from the severity of the wet leather belt. She fingered the necklace she wore, and once resented. Though it was her collar, she felt like it was also the jewels of his queen.
She was proud to have it on, now, proud to be his.

He stood and removed his trousers and boxer briefs. His young sculptured body, was a work of art. Already, his cock was growing hard. Just seeing his beauty in bed, excited him. The memories of taking her in the ass earlier, made him stiffer, by the moment. The Dr. had said to let her rest, but he wanted her so much. He pulled her to him. As he laid back on the bed. He kept coaxing her, until she straddled him, his erection, snuggled between her legs. He would not take her virginity, but he loved his proximity, to her untraveled pathway. Her lips were wet with desire. The top of his penis toyed with her clit. She couldn't help but move and stroke him with her clit, as Dylan kissed her deeply. He bit lightly, at her tongue and sucked her pouty, lower lip into his mouth, pulling it with suction. It swelled in his mouth. His fingers rubbed at her soft, smooth breasts, and then he roughly, pinched and tugged at her nipples.

Tempest, whispered, “I want you to do that thing again.”

Dylan smiled, she was horney for him. She wanted his cock inside her. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

Her breath was quick, and she was crazed by her passion. “You know,” she says shyly, “what you did on the bench…. Put your thing in me.”

“You want my cock in your ass, don't you?!” He started rubbing her sore cheeks. He could feel the story of her punishments, written in Braille on her skin. “Get up baby. I'm going to stack these pillows for you to rest your body on, but I want you on your knees, legs apart. You have the most beautiful ass!!!”

He slapped her bottom, as she stuck it out. Her pelvis undulated, and he was so hard for her. Yemoest was not used to it, though and he'd stretched her with a plug before he penetrated her, earlier. He covered his prick with a condom and squeezed the lubricant into her crack and onto the rubber. He coated his finger and gently pushed it into her tight hole. “Push against me, baby. Yesssss, that’s it. Harder now, I'm going in.”

His finger made it all the way inside of her. He rewarded her with several hard spanks to her beautiful red cheeks. She was feeling no pain, now though, as he reached around and stimulated her clitoris. One finger became two, in her rearend, and he began pumping his digits, into her. His fingers pulled apart, stretching her tight rectal walls, that would receive his raging hard on. He withdrew them, rubbing the lube over the sheath. He began inserting his swollen cock, into her anus. He knew it was a tight fit, as she moaned. He massaged her clit, while he nudged himself farther and farther,up her youthful posterior. He could feel her muscles give way and he could not wait any longer. He plunged the rest of his sword, up to the hilt, in a thrust of primal desire, groaning with pleasure at the tightness wrapped around him. She whined, when his balls slapped against her. He smacked her bottom, and told her, “You wanted it, baby, FEEL ME. Your ass is FULL of ME. It's MY ass, now. He drove his cock up into her. using his foot, now, planted on the bed, for traction. His hips acted as an engine, for the piston that pounded in and out of her blossoming hole.

Tempest was adrift in the sensations that poured through her body. She fought for​ breath, as blood raced through her veins. She screamed, with a shuddering climax, as he fired spurt after spurt of hot cum, into the condom. He couldn't believe, how long his orgasm lasted. He was light headed and glistening with sweat, as goosebumps formed all over him. It was euphoric!!! He calmed himself, but he could still feel her muscles trembling and grabbing at his cock. She was so beautiful and so incredibly sexy. He waited a minute, to allow her body to finish it's contractions, He held the condom, as he withdrew. It was heavy with his load, as he unrolled it and tossed it in the waste basket.

He held the small of her back as she twitched, and swatted her sit spots several times. He wanted her sore. He bent over her and bit her shoulder while sucking at her flesh, He left his mark on her, like a brand. She was his, but she had surely, conquered his heart.

52 views · 8 hours ago

Im looking at wanting to become a spanking model with trusted companies and individuals. im also open to s/m with in set limits. I'm 5'6, 200 lbs, chest dd blond hair. blue eyes

Dominated Girls
50 views · 13 hours ago

We were hoping E was going out, it's Friday night, surely he will be. But there was no sign or sound of movement.
But by 9 pm, the smell of aftershave flowed downstairs, the sound of the hairdryer coming on, then shortly after, he came came downstairs, got his wallet and push bike and said, "Off to the pub." Then left.

Why do kids these days go out later in the evening. When we were his age, we would be in the pub by 7 pm. But it seems kids go out later, the night doesn't start until gone 9 pm. Maybe it's because they stay out later. Luckily we are not at this stage yet, E is always home by midnight. But I'm sure once he turns 18, he will be out later, when he can gt into the clubs.

After about 20 minutes, G told me to come over, bringing his crop, I hitched up my skirt and bent over the stool. I spread my legs a little, letting my new rings drop down. G bent forward and kissed each cheek.
He picked up the crop and started teasing and tickling me with the tongue. Up and down my legs, between my legs, gently over my rings, tapping my clit as I felt it pounding. He stroked my bottom and along my spine making me sigh deeply.

G put the crop down, his fingers started to explore my pussy. I know he was unsure whether to play case the new rings hurt me. But I pushed back to encourage his fingers closer to my wet little hole. Slowly he slipped his fingers inside, I gasped as I felt the familiar stretching as 3 or maybe 2 fingers entered. He was careful to keep his hand away from the rings, they were no way near healed enough to play. G pushed my back down to rest on the stool as he sat in his armchair, and stayed like this for a few minutes. I could feel his eyes stare at my round bare bottom then go back to watching TV. I found this beautifully erotic, showing that I'm all his and if he wanted me bare, in front of him all day, I would do it. I loved showing Master that I am his, proving my love, my desire to obey and submit to him in every way.

His fingers started tickling inside my pussy, slipping in and out, a gentle stroke to my clit left me longing for more. pushing back to get his fingers inside again. "Greedy." He said, smacking my butt and I giggled but did it again. One hand on my back he pushed 4 fingers deep into my pussy, thrusting harder now and it doesn't take me long to reach an orgasm. He turned his hand so he could reach my G spot and started pounding and pushing and tickling me until I cried out in passion, grinding my towards his fingers. I came loudly and quickly, my need for the release was so strong I cried out for ages before I fell down on to the stool. Staying there until I got my breath back.

I went to get up, but the crop pushed me down again, then started stroking by butt. "My turn for fun now. You've just had a treat, I allowed you to have an orgasm so now I can enjoy spanking you." I think he was still just sat back in his armchair, the length of the crop and his arm meant he easily reached by bum.
He began with gentle swipes going downwards, covering all over, then the strikes became harder and aimed on 1 place on each cheek, so I felt the burn and pain centred on those 2 areas. It was becoming harder ans sharper as the tongue whipped downwards, hitting higher up and ending lower down. It must have looked like a track line going down each side. One hard whip and I grabbed my cheek. Fuck, that hurt. I thought, thankfully didn't say it out loud. G allowed me a moment until I bent over again, if I took too long he pushed me over with the crop and continued his fun spanking me. I started to make more ouching noises, much to his thrill, he loves to hear me ouch, then he whipped hard once over each cheek. "YOWCHIE." I shouted out. (Is yowchie even a word ? I do often say ridiculous made up things instead of just Oww.)
"Are you not enjoying my fun ?" He asked. "Mmmmm, maybe more finger fun too." I suggested, wiggling my bum in a hope to tempt him. (That's my way of being sexy. lol.)

Putting the crop down, he stroked my sore bum, kissing each cheek, licking sore red areas, he spread my cheeks and rimmed my butt hole whilst his fingers found their way to my pussy, soon he was fingering me, licking me as fingers entered my ass hole. Sighing, Ahhhing I was soon melting into the passion and pleasure of the upcoming orgasm, when he moved his fingers around once more the feeling grew more intense, he quickened his pace, feeling me ready to squirt, I felt pressure increase then a release as I felt my cum flood down my legs, his fingers sounded squelchy, he slowed down for a minute, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Then he started once, harder this time, one hand holding my hip tightly, it took seconds before I was flying once more and I knew I was squirting again.
This was a bit embarrassing as it sounded like there was a massive puddle on the floor as my cum flew everywhere and dropped into it, and it wasn't stopping, G continued thrusting his fingers, tickling my insides and each time I though I had finished, I just started squirting again. But we both really loved this, even though it's messy. Eventually I was spent, and my front collapsed down on the stool. My breathing calmed down, I was given no instruction, so I stayed still. I've learnt now, not to stand, dress, move until Master says I can. It seemed likes ages this time though and I was close to getting up, until I heard some rustling about, his zip going down, his jeans dropping to the floor. His hard cock touched my pussy sending jolts of lightening bolts through my nerves, making me wet with passion once more. I could feel it twitching with excitement as it danced hitting my rings.
I heard G get his stand correct then the head of his cock touched my ass hole. It's been a while since we had sex involving penetration, so his cock was getting over excited and going soft again, G had pump his cock, making it hard once more. This time his cock stayed in control and plunged hard, fast and deep into my anal tunnel. Suddenly I felt his cock grow and with a few thrusts I felt a warm flow of his pre-cum, then I felt his cum shoot into the depths of my insides, I felt every powerful dart of his cum hit me, it always amazed me how much I feel anally. I loved feeling him cum inside me, feeling it travel down his cock before exploding out, and though the act of penetration didn't last long we had both really enjoyed our play, I had multiple orgasms, he enjoyed spanking and teasing me then we both enjoyed feeling him inside me before he enjoyed his orgasm.
He held me tightly whilst still inside me as I felt him become flaccid and then slipped out. G pulled his pants up while I stayed put, still enjoying the moment.
"Boy, you've got some cleaning up to do, I'm gonna have to issue warnings to any playmates we find, waterproof clothing essential, including wellington boots, unless naked, waterproof sheeting a must and have available puppy pads to soak up the gallons of cum you squirt at a time." We both giggled, "I may not squirt with another playmate." I said. "Oh yes you will, once a squirter always a squirter, once you get going you will squirt with any guy like you do for me." I giggled, I was starting to look forward to the first play, now we had a few couples we chat to online and are slowly arranging social dates with each of them before we arrange a play date. If, IF we gel together in person as much as we do online.

Watch this space.

50 views · 22 hours ago

Does anyone want to do a Skype chat spanking next week? Basically we video call and you give me direction on the spanking. I don't have to see your face. Inbox me

88 views · 23 hours ago

All

I have added two new short videos for your viewing.

One is continuation of the grounded spanking series.

Second is 4PM apt. with Mill Beltem where head girl
is tawsed and her status is removed.

Sitting on desk in case she has ideas of moving her hands
apart...this would result in tawse landing on thighs painful!!

Thanks

Dominated Girls
84 views · 1 days ago

yes, that's me, getting exactly what I deserve...

As a spankee, I have always taken a smug satisfaction in that I arrange for my own spankings - I ask for them and make the time available to get them. The photo is from a fairly recent spanking/paddling/strapping that I received.

The reasons for the spanking:

1) spending too much time on Spanking Tube
2) wearing panties
3) excessive panty purchasing
4) posting pictures of my panties on Spanking Tube

My disciplinarian was in full agreement that a spanking was deserved and I was tended to accordingly. On spanking day, I greeted my disciplinarian at the door wearing nothing but a short t-shirt, pantyhose, and house slippers. I was quickly across the lap getting exactly what I felt I needed, deserved, and secretly desired.

If the photo allowed for a view of my face, you would see a most delighted reaction to the paddling that I am getting. I always feel very appreciated by the spanker that I am providing the panty view, and am most willing to offer up my bottom and accept my paddling. There is no denying that I experience a definite feeling of exhilaration when the paddle impacts the seat of my panties (or bare bottom) that is extremely satisfying. I always consider it just good old fashioned panty paddling fun for both spanker and spankee.

Spankers or spankees of either gender are most welcome to message me if they would care to discuss spankings with me. I am as advertised, a small and slender little pantyboy (5'4"/119#'s) that truly enjoys a good sound 100% authentic old fashioned style spanking - on panties and bare bottom.

61 views · 1 days ago

I would know ive done it..ill give you a example.
First divorce takes your home &most of your income threw alimoney spousal support ect. Then life not done yet .
A car wreck takes your health.. spinal cord injurys blood clots spasms its like being electrocuted.so all that you got is pretty much gone.all the ways your programed to do to get things in the world are not avalible to you as you discover no job no credit. What can i create out of nothing
First off we need wheels cheap ugly car wrecked caved in dont matter.its temp housing.then you find a home to buy.how to do that with no money credit ect.you save up your pennys do your reseach invest in tax deeds and bam you get a house no mortgage and your further a head then your parents your teachers &did it faster no debt school loan mortgage car loan. So dont tell me you cant get up i didnt say it would be easy or pain free or ego smashing..it doesnt matter if you cripple fat ugly lazy hurt i was all those things &i did it. So it may take you 2 yrs but its not a 30 yr ass raping from a bank.read things look up laws defintions fine print take notes. Now get up off the ground dust yourself off.take your time invest wisely

76 views · 1 days ago

We uploaded a new video for our friends, fans and anyone who enjoys us. :)
I gave Bond a good punishment over the wedge, I love the wedge. It presents his bottom and man parts so well for me to punish. :)
Enjoy!
Lady M

Dominated Girls
101 views · 1 days ago

I just wrote a role play story that happened with Daddy and me last weekend, but it got erased before I could post it. When I'm done being pissed off, I'll write it AGAIN.

76 views · 1 days ago

I haven't posted a video in such a long time comment some of the things you guys wanna see

72 views · 1 days ago

Does anyone know a nutty female from Charleston WV or Nitro that could be the one writing me. She is trying to ask me about going on a domestic discipline date with her. She had made herself clear when she asked if she could spank my cute baby butt across her lap until I cry like a baby. Does anyone here know this lady? I know this is a huge bulletin board.

Dominated Girls
168 views · 1 days ago

its been a long long week......... work work work.. errands.. etc etc etc... n now at last its FRIDAY.. YIPEE.. *drops my britches n wiggles my bottom side to side doin my happy dance* (_|_) (_\_) (_/_).... dave n I r goin to the cabin tomorrow morning bright n early.. he built it over 20 yrs ago.. its deep in the woods up behind a corn field so plenty of privacy... we have had ALOT of fun there in the past... he has friends up in that area ( 2 hrs away from here) as well as a new Amish friend that he is bringin some pipe to .. we were gonna go tonight after work but I had laundry to do, n dinner to make, n errands to run n its sayin we r gonna get thunderstorms so we changed our minds til tomorrow n we r stayin the night comin back on Sunday sometime.. I am REALLY lookin forward to this.. sittin round the campfire, relaxin in my reclining gravity chair, sippin a few mixed drinks.. n YES I AM gonna get spanked .. even if I have to do it myself lol..just kiddin... no satisfaction in that... but I AM gonna get a spankin or two or three lol.....

54 views · 1 days ago

way back in the bayou lived a Cajun queen
by my way of counting she was seventeen
in a tight leather skirt she could work those hips
she played with the paddles and played with the whips
and I'll swear to the heavens and the stars above

I couldn't get enough of her voodoo love

she had a tattooed heart in the palm of her hand
she kept a loaded .38 in a coffee can
she got married too young I heard everybody say
as I stood right beside her on her wedding day
but I'll swear to the heavens and the stars above

I couldn't get enough of her voodoo love

murder and lies were all part of the plan
I traded snakeskin boots for her wedding band
and I took a full moon as a really bad sign
come the midnight hour and the killing time
but I'll swear to the heavens and the stars above

I couldn't get enough of her voodoo love

I drew the ace of spades from the hand of fate
when your number comes up it's a little too late
to talk about your luck and your circumstance
it's the fiddler you pay and the tune that you dance
but I'll swear to the heavens and the stars above

I couldn't get enough of her voodoo love

she's filing her nails and she's painting her toes
there are secrets in the swamp that everybody knows
under twenty feet of water lies a murky grave
and another lost soul for the preacher to save
but I'll swear to the heavens and the stars above

I couldn't get enough of her voodoo love

(voodoo love, voodoo love)

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