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Maybe you're not sure, maybe you’re a Spanker, Spankee, Switch, or another title (or even no title); if you want to talk about your role in this lifestyle and how it makes you feel this is a good spot.
Discuss your relationships and your adult spanking needs. These can be non-sexual, platonic, intimate or romantic relationships. Success stories? Frustration? Advice? Do you have a "Vanilla" partner? Struggling with understanding a Spanko partner? Do you need help discussing your needs with a family member, friend or medical provider? Discussions of your needs in a healthy and appropriate way. These are posts of "coming out of the closet" so to speak. Do not be ashamed of who you are.
This is a spot for talking about how we create the structure of our various arrangements. What works for you. Perhaps you don’t have a set of rules for your arrangement and that’s OK too. But do you have boundaries or hard limits you want to talk through? What implements make you tick?
Sometimes you just want to (or have to) tell other people about the punishment you got (or gave). Come here for commiseration, or as a way to process through your experiences. What punishments have worked for you? Which made you (or your partner) feel frustrated or resentful?
A lifestyle such as many of us live can be very lonely and frustrating at times.. Seek, give and support one another in this section. (Music, quotes, prayers, songs, etc, all welcomed!!) This can also be used to talk about our religion and our desires.
She stood there wearing only the thinnest of nightgowns. In her mind, it granted her more modesty than it did in reality. Tough the lights had been turned off to reduce her embarrassment, the glow of the street light filtering in through the window cast her body’s outline as if being viewed through X-ray vision. She looked over her shoulder, unsure of her next movie. With nervous resignation, she slowly reached up and softly pushed the gown off of her shoulders. Completely exposed, her arms moved to cover he bare breasts and her thighs clinched tighter at the air teasing her most intimate parts. She looked back again to confirm that her actions had been correct. A silent nod reassured her, even if it did nothing to ease her humiliation. Knowing the expectation, she bent herself forward over the bed - a place she was familiar with for other reasons. Again her mind imagined that her private places were well concealed by the darkness. If only she could see how the outside light illuminated everything she had desired to keep modestly hidden. In other circumstances, she’d be in the perfection position to be enjoyed, but she had many tears owed - and this evening her debt was going to be surrendered in full. The sound of belt being unbuckled filled the silence of the room. her breathing became short and shallow with anxiety and anticipation as that familiar sound of leather slipping past firm belt loops. Then the sound of heavy foot steps slowly moving towards her cause her eyes to clinch shut ass she knew all to well what was coming next.
We're still virtual at my job, and I thought I didn't have any meetings today, so I put my OTK4U baseball cap on.
Guess what? I did have a meeting.
So, I figured I'd just leave my webcam off. We do that sometimes.
Guess what? The leader of this cross-team meeting used to be on my team, and she got all sappy and asked us to turn our webcams on so she could see our faces again. And there I am wearing a baseball cap with an inappropriate logo.
Okay, I've seen other guys in the virtual work environment twist their caps backwards, so, uh, yeah...I'll do that and then turn on my webcam. I mean, yeah, those guys were like 26 and I'm 53 going on 54, but, whatever. If they can do it, so can I.
So, there I am, cap turned backwards, three days growth on my face and wearing a flannel that looked like it was from Seattle '93. But they didn't see the OTK4U logo!
Because nothing gives my Gen-Z and Millennial co-workers more kicks than seeing my aging Gen-X ass on a Friday looking like I'm gonna leave work to do some airwalks and alley-oops to Blues Traveller and Gin Blossoms at the skatepark.