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  1. “Please! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” Emma pleaded as Mark led her back in the house with a firm grasp on her upper arm. “I’m gonna make sure of it!” Mark said sternly. They had been outside working in the yard of their newly built home when Emma had earned herself a spanking. While she was submissive to her husband, she always found it hard to hold her tongue when he wasn’t doing things the way she thought they should be done. She’d been spanked for nagging and nitpicking many times before. This time Mark was fed up. He was determined to teach his wife a lesson. “I’m done with the criticism!” Mark said loudly as he stood up from the flower bed and clapped the mulch off his gloves. He looked at Emma in the way he always did when she had earned herself a spanking. His face waswas serious and stern, a complete 180 of the laid back and funny man she was so accustomed to. “You’re going to go pick me a good switch so we can fix this bad habit of yours and you know what I mean by a good one!” he demanded as he pointed to the woodline beside their yard. Emma’s brown eyes widened and she covered her mouth in shock at the statement. Then her brow furrowed with defiance and she got defensive. “I’m just trying to help! You’re doing it wrong!... and I’m not doing that! I did nothing wrong!” she hollered, crossing her arms and standing her ground. Her mind raced knowing he never usually uses such a harsh tone with her, let alone asked her to pick a switch. She didn’t feel she was in the wrong. But, this wasn’t the first time her mouth had gotten her in trouble. Mark had to remind her often that she was not the boss in their relationship and it had become a common theme. Mark’s face was angry as he took his gloves off and walked towards his wife. He decided he would just teach her what her refusal and back talk would result in. Knowing she’d crossed the line, Emma shrank with fear and took a step back. His non nonsense demeanor and the way he took hold of her arm was enough to make Emma regret her defiant attitude and wish she had picked the switch like she was told. “You will pick one after I spank for disobeying me then, young lady. I’ve had enough!” he said as he marched her towards the house. Emma’s stomach was in knots as they quickly approached the bedroom. She had so much to say, but it was all happening too fast. He took a seat at the foot of their bed and forcefully turned her over his knee. Without missing a beat, he began spanking her hard and fast. She shrieked and instinctively reached her hand behind her in an attempt to protect her bottom which was already stinging. Mark took hold of her wrist and pinned it in the small of her back and began spanking even harder. After about a minute, he stood her up in front of him. Emma’s face was flushed and she sighed heavily, tucking her long dark hair behind her ears and covering her face in embarrassment. She knew he was about to take her shorts and panties down, and she dreaded this part. “Uncover your face, Emma” Mark said sternly. She did so immediately, and he took her hands in his. “Look at me when I’m talking to you. This is for you being disobedient and defiant. We will address the criticism and disrespect next.” Emma’s eyes widened and she stuttered to respond, but was quickly interrupted. “The only appropriate response is “yes, Sir” and for you to do as you’re told.” he said, still holding both her hands. He gave them a comforting squeeze and instructed her to go get the hairbrush. Emma fought the urge to talk back, apologize, or otherwise try to explain her behavior. She went into their bathroom and grabbed the heavy wooden hairbrush. Any defiance had already left her and she quickly returned and handed the brush to her husband. Placing it on the bed beside him, he ordered Emma to stand in front of him. He didn’t waste any time unbuttoning her shorts and tugging both her pants and panties down. “Please” she whispered, her face clear with remorse. She was embarrassed and never knew what to do with her hands when he was baring her bottom. Mark pulled her over his knee again and tapped the heavy hair brush against her already red bottom and began to lecture. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. Especially when it comes to your discipline. Your refusal to pick a switch is going to cost you big time. I suggest you keep position and don’t fight me while I blister your bottom to teach this lesson, or I’ll make things worse for you.” Emma clenched her cheeks and shifted her weight on his lap in anticipation and angst. She let out a small cry followed by a “yes sir” while looking at the carpet and bracing herself with both arms. “I’m sorry!” she bellowed loudly as she felt the heavy sting of the brush. Mark never enjoyed punishing his wife, but discipline worked for both of them and he was set on making an impression. He spanked her hard and thoroughly with the brush, covering every inch of her bottom. She closed her eyes tightly as she struggled to keep position. The fire was building fast in her bottom and her legs naturally began to kick. Breathing hard and fast, “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again” she cried out again, her voice panicked and desperate. Mark paused and examined his wife’s now crimson bottom. The hairbrush was certainly having the effect he desired. “What are you not going to do again?” He asked while rubbing her bottom. Emma was relieved at the pause, “I’ll do as I'm told!” she promised emphatically. Mark brought the brush down with a vengeance on her right sit spot and she shrieked. “I’m going to make sure of it! We’ve been through this too many times, Emma” Her eyes filled with tears and her body collapsed with disappointment and regret at his response. Mark again began to rain down more spanks on her now crimson bottom. The tears finally began to fall from Emma’s eyes as she kicked and writhed over his firm lap. A few minutes later, he finally stopped. “You did good, Emma. I’m proud of you” he said genuinely while rubbing her scorched bottom. “Thank you, I really am sorry” she said, choking back tears. He stood her up and sat her on his lap. “I know you are, Love” he said reassuringly. He held her tightly as she wiped her eyes and composed herself. After a few moments of quiet and consoling Emma broke the silence. “I don’t think I can take anymore tonight. I promise I learned my lesson. I want to be a good girl for you” she said to him with pleading eyes and her arms around his neck. Mark sighed. He was thinking the same thing, at least about not knowing if she could take anymore. He could feel the heat radiating from her pretty bottom through his jeans. He was silent for a moment while he came to terms with the fact he’d have to follow through if he was going to fix the behavior that had brought them to this same place many times over. “This isn’t easy for either of us” he explained compastionaly, “but we have to address the criticism and disrespect that lead up to all of this..” Emma sat up straight on his lap and interjected “Please! Not today!” Her voice panicked. Mark placed his finger over her mouth and rubbed her bottom. His voice was calm but matter of fact, “You’re going to go pick the switch, just like I told you to do earlier as soon as I’m done talking. Then, after dinner we’re coming right back in here so we can put this issue to bed, do you understand?” Emma was worried, and immediately, without thinking, jumped right back into her critical nature. “No! I can’t take anymore, Mark. You don’t even believe that I’m sorry. It would be better to do it tomorrow!” she insisted. Mark knew by her response that he had to address the issue now. “You’re already telling me what I should do and critiquing my instructions” he said firmly as he stood her up. Emma’s heart sank. She hadn’t realized what she said, things just slipped out sometimes. “No! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that” she said desperately. “It doesn’t matter what you mean it like, Emma! It’s got to stop, and it’s my duty as your husband to correct these toxic behaviors that are causing us issues.” He placed both hands on her shoulders and told her to look at him while he explained that she was getting a switching right now and that if she didn’t pick a good one, he’d be picking one for her and they’d repeat the process tomorrow until she was compliant, respectfu,l and learned to think before she allowed nagging, nitpicking, or otherwise critical words to spew from her mouth towards him. Emma’s eyes again welled with tears as she listened attentively to her husband. She felt terrible and knew she had to do better. Clutching her still throbbing bottom, she nodded in agreement. After slipping back into her panties and shorts, she headed outside to find the switch, regretting she had not done so the first time. Mark watched her from the yard. The more he thought about had led to this moment, the more confident he was with his decision. “I’m going to wear her bottom out” he thought to himself as he watched his wife pace the woodline in search of a proper switch. Emma finally found the one, it was about the diameter of her pinky and just long enough to swing comfortably. She was embarrassed as she walked back towards the house with it. “Why do you always do this to yourself, Emma?!” She said to herself, shaking her head but not at all surprised by her behavior. She saw Mark waiting for her at the bottom of the porch steps with his arms crossed watching her. She waved the switch in an attempt of humor as she got closer. “I think you’re gonna be happy with this one!” She called out, smiling. Mark returned her smile and only responded with “you better hope so.” He swatted her butt as he followed her up the steps and into the house. The break and searching had allowed Emma’s head to clear and her demeanor was more accepting and submissive. She placed the switch on their bed and turned towards her husband. “I know I deserve this and I’m disappointed in me too. I want to be good for you, but I can’t help my words sometimes.” she explained softly. Mark knew she was sincere, he stroked her hair and nodded in agreement. “Take off all your clothes and get on all fours at the end of the bed.” “Yes Sir” Emma winced, and began to undress. Mark lectured her on why it was so necessary to correct her behavior and reiterated that if she kept it up, he’d take things even further the next time. Emma positioned herself just like Mark had told her, she made sure her knees were wider than she was comfortable with, to err on the side of caution. Her headspace was surprisingly on point. She felt submissive, though nervous and embarrassed knowing he was standing behind her with her most feared implement. She focused on her breathing, preparing herself to take the punishment she knew she deserved. “I want you to stay in position, do you understand me?” Mark's voice was a comfort to her at this point. “Yes Sir” she promptly replied. “SWISH, CRACK” The first strike landed on her already sore and bruising bottom and she cried out in pain. The switch stung like a razor blade slicing into her skin. She cried hard, struggling to repeat how sorry she was. Surprisingly and despite the pain, she managed to stay on all fours, though her hips were all over the place. Mark continued the switching until her bottom cheeks were criss crossed with welts and she was gripping their bedsheets in agony. Finally, he dropped the switch on the floor. Emma continued crying and held her position, trying to pull herself together. Mark carefully examined her swollen, tender bottom, spreading her ample cheeks and noting that she would not be sitting comfortably for days. Finally satisfied with his work and her demeanor, he tapped her bottom lightly to indicate her punishment was over. “Come sit with me” he said, helping her up into his lap. Emma cried even harder knowing it was all over. Most times, she found it hard to cry during her spankings, but this lesson was cathartic. She held tightly to her husband as he lovingly reassured her all was forgiven. The End *My first real attempt at writing, any feedback or constructive criticism is greatly appreciated
  2. Hello, I am Michael. I am a lifelong spanko. I am an experienced Top and Bottom. I switch quite a bit. I am open for clean, discreet, and respectful fun. I like discipline spanking and roleplay.
  3. Hello, Michael here. I reside in the Georgetown, Texas area. I am a straight male looking for females who are interested in spanking and discipline. I am extremely discrete, clean, professional, and above all else, respectful. I am a 70/30 switch, Top/Bottom. Let's chat!!
  4. Let me introduce myself by saying I'm excited to be here. I'm struggling with a dilemma. I've lived a spanker's fantasy life. The gratitude I feel towards the strong and independent women that have placed themselves over my knee is boundless. My years of being a caring, domestic disciplinarian have been nothing short of blissful. Sadly, though, I've never been able to explore my desire to be spanked by a caring and firm woman. A majority of the women I meet are either decidedly submissive or dominant. Very few are in-between. I'm not necessarily looking for anything romantic. I'm just looking to relate. Any females out there who desire to be both spankee and spanker?
  5. Hello! Spanking enthusiast from the Chicago suburbs looking to meet other people into spanking and BDSM. I am a switch with toys and experience. Looking forward to making new connections!
  6. I've always cut the switch. removed the leaves and smoothed out the nodes where the leaves etc were. Then I peeled the bark off. Until recently I thought "Why do I peel the bark off? Do some of you peel and know why? I've done this for a lot of years. Just the way I was taught but never thought about it?
  7. I think it was harder for my Sir than it was for me, even though I was more scared than I had ever been for a spanking. This was discipline, not a punishment. It was strange and surreal for both of us. But it opened an entire threshold of relationship that had never existed in our 15 years of marriage. Sir and I had been thinking and praying about maintainence for quite some time. I believe I have posted about it before. Sir and I (my husband Wes and I have chosen to move to the more formal method of addressing him...as "Sir" to reinforce his role and my submission.) are evangelicals and both of us were raised with corporal discipline. My parents practiced Domestic Discipline as well, so it was inevitable that we would have it in our own relationship. Because of my upbringing though, I am a "good girl" and don't get in trouble very often any more. Like the Scripture says, wide is the road and narrow is the gate...so I try to stay as close to the center as possible. The longest I have gone is nearly 4 months. I was only spanked three times last year and none of them were serious offenses and easily could have been excused. Point being that as time between spankings ebbed, I began to feel more and more distant from Sir. It was like our life became more routine. Well as I noted in one of my first postings, we prayed and found that I was making an idolatry out of being a "good girl". I wasn't doing it out of my normal love...I was doing it as a method of controlling my life...something I am supposed to be abdicating to Sir and to the Lord. This was where the discussions about maintainence came up. We would talk about it almost everynight in our devotions. We schedule sex because of our lifestyle because we don't want that important aspect of our marriage to wane. Why wouldn't we want to schedule spankings which have just as an important role in our marriage and happiness. We talked about how long was too long and I suggested two weeks. Sir, in his wisdom, noted that maintainence wouldn't just be quick brief spankings and that 2 weeks might be too stressful both emotionally and on my butt. We settled on three weeks. I circled the date on the calender. If I didn't need to be spanked before then, I would submit to a three tiered discipline that included cornertime, and three spankings. If I did get spanked the three week clock would start from the following day after the spanking. Yesterday was three weeks. It was the strangest, scariest, yet most wonderful day of our marriage. In many ways it was like the first time that we made love and I gave him my virginity. It wasn't going to be perfect or altogether pleasant, but I looked forward to it. We deliberately chose an evening where all of our kids were at church for Awanas. Sir took the kids, and I stayed home to await him. All day I cleaned the house, did my routines, thinking about what layed ahead of me. I was reminded of the first time I went into real labor with Breanna my oldest, how much I couldn't wait for it, so I could be with my baby girl. I counted the cost of the pain and realized the reward was more than enought to offset it. I didn't know what the reward would be for this but I knew that God had blessings for our heart of obedience. We have a room that all spankings occur in. It is the same room we do our family devotions. It is on the third floor; has a nice big bay window that looks out over the Hudson Valley, a comfortable chair, and our paddles and straps. Before I settled in to wait for him, I cut two switches...one thin and whip like...and a thicker one like a cane. I pulled out leather strap that is solely for my punishments. I pulled out my Bible, knelt on the prayer cushion facing the corner and read all the highlighted verses in Proverbs which is part of our punishment ritual. I also read Proverbs 31 to remind myself why I was doing this. For the first time ever, as I heard him in the house and make his way up the stairs, I didn't feel the dread about what was going to happen. I did feel the anxiousness, the understandable nervousness about the pain, but it felt like I was almost looking forward to it...which isn't really right...but I just can't put it into words. Tough for someone who writes soooo much. Sir came in and sat in the chair where I would be spanked and bade me to come over. I sat on his lap and he hugged me deeply. I began to cry emotionally into his shoulder. "Molly, I love you so much," Sir whispered into my ear. "Because of that, I am not going to soften these disciplines. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Yes Sir," I sniffled I managed looking up into his appreciative gaze. "Molly, I am going to spank you. I'm spanking for a number of reasons. I'm spanking you because you are a healthier person after a spanking. We are closer together as a couple when you are spanked and that is a very good thing. Our sex is better after a spanking and I think we both really like that. I am spanking you so that you can practice submission and obedience which are Godly characteristics in a wife. Finally, I am spanking you so that you will trust my leadership over you. Now it is important for you to know that you are not being spanked because you did anything wrong. I am not dissappointed in you...quite the opposite...I am so proud that you want to embark in this next evolution of our marriage. I love that you call me Sir now. I love that we will doing this more often and it won't be because of something bad in our home. The children will start seeing the joy in your heart." I couldn't help but feel the smile on my face, which Sir was about to erase with his hand. I thanked him. Then he suggested that we pray. We both got out of the chair and knelt in front of it. It is easy to submit to Sir when I see him submit to the Lord so readily. He prayed that God would be with both of us during the spanking...that He would reveal Himself through the administering and receiving of it. He prayed that God wouldn't withhold any pain I was to feel that would continue to mold my character. Then he touched my butt through my pajamas and prayed that God would protect my flesh from injury. It wasn't a threat of severity...just a routine prayer he always prayed over me before spankings. For the first time though, I heard its sincerity and importance. When he was finished, we both rose wordlessly. He sat in the chair and when he was ready, I laid over his lap, clutching his leg for leverage, because my toes were barely touching the floor. I felt him pull my flannel jammy bottoms down to my knees and then slide my underwear down. He rested his left hand softly on the small of my back just above the crack of my back. He would steady me and hold me down when he started to spank me. "Ready, sweet girl?" he asked rhetorically. I nodded. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready." I could feel his body tense as he moved and his large hand slapped down hard over my left butt cheek. He brought it down repeatedly causing me to issue loud but controlled "OOWW!"s. He continued to raise the severity of the bare hand swats until I was on the edge of tears, my face red, and my body squirming under his control. He spanked me for probably ten minutes, easily 50-70 swats in rapid succession. Much longer than a normal warm up. After that he put me back in the corner, standing on my toes with my pajamas around my knees. I recited aloud for 15 minutes the reasons I was being disciplined. "I am being spanked to improve our marriage. I am being spanked to be obedient to God. I am being spanked to submit and trust Sir. I am being spanked because it makes our lovemaking better." The second spanking was with the strap. It was ten minutes and was almost the worse strap spanking I could recall. I was hollaring and screaming but refused to be disobedient. When he stopped I burst into tears. Nonethe less, I was put back into the corner, where I recited the reasons for being spanked. 15 minutes later I was laying on the ottoman, in the diaper possiton as Sir took the slender switch to me for ten minutes. It made squirm and cry but wasn't has overly intense as the strap. Then picked up the cane switch and gave me 25 hard swats that made me scream in pain. It was the real agony, that I expected. I cried and cried, loudly even as he pulled me up to hug me and hold me. Surprisingly after we held each other in the silence save my sobbing, we kissed each other deeply. Before we knew it, we were making beautiful love with each other and I felt it was a easy and joyful as any we had before. I have a reason to look forward to my next maintainence. Just not on my back
  8. Anyone in New Jersey, male or female to spank or be spanked? Or both?
  9. 55 male ny area Westchester looking rayny1@hotmail.com
  10. This seems like a good spot for meeting straightforward naughty boys. Feel free to contact me, both for non-sexual discipline or otherwise. [If for a non-sexual spanking, disregard the white briefs.]
  11. Hello everyone! I'm a spanko living near Portland, I'm 30 years old and a full time college student. I am on Fetlife as well, under this same handle, and I have a pretty detailed 'About me' section on my profile. I would love to make friends, attend parties, find a spanking partner(s) to play with, maybe scratch my spanker itch and spank naughty bottoms as well as receive, who can know? I hope that everyone had a great weekend, and I hope to make your acquaintance soon!
  12. Does or has anyone ever been switched? Was trimming our cherry tree yesterday, and on a lark, one of the branches I'd cut off was the perfect diameter and length to make a switch, so I did! After trimming off all the buds, I presented it to my Lady to " test" on my backside. She told me to drop the pants and underwear, bending over a bench in our dining room. OMG! right from the first snap, I was jumping and complaining, it hurt incredibly. We have a dragon cane, that's a lot denser and heavier than a regular cane that hurts like a devil, but this simple cherry branch was ten times worse than it! She switched sides after three and snapped three more onto my left cheek. I was jumping from foot to foot, grabbing my ass. She just giggled at me, and I said let me give you one. She said ok, but over her jeans, thinking it wouldnt be very bad. I gave her a snap holding the switch from a about a foot away from her butt and delivered one stroke, that caused her to cry out and grab both her cheeks. She promptly grabbed the rod from me and broke it into three pieces, cussing our Lord! Anyway, my thoughts of getting a switching are now far far away from ever gaining again! The cane see uses on me is sufficient enough to get me groaning and wiggling my butt trying to avoid it! Let us know your thoughts. Max
  13. I like to take turns with a partner, spanking each other. This is great foreplay if it is a sexual relationship, but an afternoon of warming each other's bottoms can be very satisfying (even producing orgasms) if actual intercourse is not in the plan. Partners for mutual spanking are rare. Even many who call themselves "switch" will not switch with one partner (eg. they are spankers with one partner or spankees with another partner, but play only one "role" in any spanking encounter) anyone else enjoy taking turns giving and receiving?
  14. Hey there! It's been a while huh? Well, it's been a while since i looked at this site last. I probably did a introduction before too. Of course since times passed, and locations have changed. Plus some maturity's been gained. [Not enough to escape the fate of spankings~] I'll make another. My name online is Shiro, I'm 23, a furry, gamer and someone who probably likes spanking more then she should. Biologically i am a male, but i have always preferred the opposite spectrum personally. So usually i'll identify as a girl. She, her.. you know the drill. I'm a CD, Transgendered, but i've not fully given up my malehood. [Probably never will.] I'm willing to admit my desire to be spanked, not gently.. not for just five minutes, but extended, hard punishments. Any implement is fair game, and you don't even need to ask either~ I've been looking for exotic implements, canes, carpet beaters, and more. among your usual paddles, belts, straps and the other assorted goodies. I moved from Ohio to Florida somewhere close to a year and some change ago, My desire to seek spanking in both the form of giving and receiving hasn't faded a single bit since i hit 18. If anyone feels like chatting, or desires to have a crack at a girly boy's backside feel free to poke~
  15. Hi, I like to take turns with a partner, spanking each other. This is great foreplay if it is a sexual relationship, but an afternoon of warming each other's bottoms can be very satisfying (even producing orgasms) if actual intercourse is not in the plan. Anal play feels great along with spanking as does being spanked directly on the anus, cheeks held apart for a belt or a switch. Fingers inserted deep in each other's butt hole while making love face to face feels great too and it can bring on intense orgasms. I am a male who is only interested in female partners. Anyone else?
  16. Seeking like minded folks about spanking from Indianapolis to Columbus, OH and N to S, same distance. I am 70, content with retirement, butt looking to meet other's into spanking. Message me or respond here.
  17. Over the years that I was writing on a regular basis for Discipline and Desire.com, I wrote over 50 short stories. Many of them were never collected outside of the website platform, which is now defunct. I’m happy to share the news that all 50-some of these stories will soon be in print again thanks to Blushing Books. They will be grouped according to similarities into 6 different collections, and as each is added on Amazon, I will share some snippets here for those of you who are interested. The first book was just released this week. It’s called Tails of the West, and features two novellas that are loosely tied together: Sales Blurb: If you like Old West stories, where no-nonsense lawmen know how to stand up to their sassy ladies, then the "tails" in this book are for you! In “The Sheriff and the Hellcat,” Katie’s father, an accused bank robber, goes on the run. Katie must find him before Sheriff Tristan James does – or her Pa could hang! But when Tristan discovers her following him, he’s not pleased... and when she pushes his buttons in her attempts to save her father, he’s not afraid to show his displeasure. In “Courting Maggie,” Maggie loves being romanced by the good, patient and handsome Sheriff Daniel Adams. He even tries to be understanding of her protesting against the town saloon where her brother died in a knife fight. But as Maggie tests her boundaries in her attempts to shut the place down, she begins to realize that the Sheriff has a hard side as well – and her bottom pays the price for her actions. Publisher’s Note: This two book set contains elements of domestic discipline. ********** Excerpts: ---1--- It was a strange experience, bathing in the same room as a man, Katie reflected. Of course, her bath was set up behind the changing screen, but she had no doubt that Tristan could see just about everything through the flimsy material. She tried to relax her muscles and enjoy the water. "I suppose you'll be going back out tonight?" she called. She winced at the wavy tremor in her voice. "As soon as you finish up back there, yes." Katie bristled. Tristan had insisted on staying with her through her bath, then on emptying the tub and returning it to the hotel himself. Otherwise, he would have had to let the staff come up for it, and that would have meant leaving the door unlocked and trusting Katie. That, of course, was out of the question. "If I'm holding you up, Sheriff James, please just go ahead with your business. A real gentleman wouldn't insist on staying in the room while a lady bathed anyway." There was the faint sound of a chuckle from the other side of the screen. "Well, sweetheart, I never said I was a gentleman, and you certainly are not a lady, so I don't see whereas we need to worry about that." The use of the word 'sweetheart' made Katie's stomach flutter with butterflies while at the same time his comment about her not being a lady caused her blood to boil. Without any forethought, she sent the sopping wet wash cloth sailing over the changing screen in the general direction of his voice. There was a satisfactory SPLAT when it landed and she suppressed a giggle, hoping it had met square with Tristan's head - which, as luck would have it, it had. Tristan made a low growling sound, but there was a smile in his voice. "You're lucky I have a sense of humor, Kate," he said. "Else I'd come around that screen, bend you over the side of that tub, and spank your wet rear end." His words made her sex twitch. She didn't understand that for a minute. She covered her confusion with bravado. "Even you wouldn't be so uncivilized as that...." "Don't bet on it." "....and besides that, you are never going to touch me in that manner again. It's completely inappropriate. You are not my father or my husband - you're not even my friend. And I won't allow you to...to do *that* again!" There, that was telling him! This time the laughter coming through the screen was strong and loud. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will spank you again, Kate. And just so you're forewarned, the next time you're over my knee, your drawers will be down around your knees and your skirt up around your waist, so you have the full affect of my hand." Again her body reacted in ways she didn't understand. She broke into a sweat in the tepid bathwater which suddenly seemed unbearably hot, then sprang up and into the tattered towel awaiting her. She had probably never dressed so quickly in her life as she did that night, so afraid was she that Tristan might carry through his threat. When she stepped back around the changing screen he was waiting with his broad arms crossed in front of him and a bemused expression on his face. She crossed the room and dug into her saddlebags, determined to ignore him. "Where is my...." Her question was cut short and subsequently answered by a soft, teasing rap on her backside though her dress. She jumped a mile in the air despite the gentleness of the touch and flew around at a grinning Tristan, holding her hairbrush in his hand like it belonged there. "Looking for this?" he asked innocently. She snatched the proffered object, restraining herself from clawing his eyes out the way she itched to. Yanking the brush through her wet hair, she glared at him as though trying to strike him dead with her gaze alone. He chuckled and tweaked her nose. "You're mighty cute when you're riled up, you know that, Kate? I never noticed it before." ---2--- Daniel just continued to sit and wait her out, watching her with an openly amused expression on his handsome face. "You’re in a locked cell, sweetheart," he reminded her – as if she’d forgotten! "You’re not going anywhere except over my knee for a good tanning, so you may as well come on over here so we can get started." A part of Maggie knew the dignified thing to do would be to give in and submit herself to Daniel’s punishment. But something in her just couldn’t make her legs move in that direction, and instead she found herself turning and running to the door of the cell, where she yanked and clawed at the bars, screaming for help and desperate to escape her fate. There was a resigned sigh from behind her, and a moment later Maggie felt Daniel’s hands on her hips. He banded his arm around her middle from behind and lifted her bodily off her feet, carrying her back to the cot while she kicked and struggled wildly in the air. He flipped her face down over his knee and immediately clamped her churning legs between his own to try to stay her flailing. "No! Don’t you dare!" Maggie was shouting, bucking her body and rocking from side to side, anything she could think of to dislodge herself from this position. "Maggie, calm down," Daniel said calmly. He managed to hitch her skirt up to her waist despite her struggles and she started cursing him as he searched under her for the ties to her drawers. "Maggie, you’d best stop fighting me. It will only make things worse if you keep struggling." "You have no right to do this!" she shrieked. "Let me go, Daniel, right this minute!!" Daniel’s patience was growing thin as he continued to search for the ties and tried to keep hold of the jumping bean over his knee. Finally he gave up on the ties, took a fist full of her drawers at the waist and gave the soft muslin a hard yank. The resulting sound of ripping material was almost as satisfying to Daniel as the sight of Maggie’s small, shapely, creamy skinned bottom peaking up at him from beneath the ripped undergarment. Maggie twisted her head about to see what he’d done and let out a scream of outrage. "You beast!" she exclaimed, trying to shield her naked backside with her hand. Daniel gripped her wrist and, smiling all the while, pinned her hand to the small of her back. He pushed aside what remained of the ruined drawers, and pulled his arm back high above his head in preparation for her first smack. ********** Thank you for reading; reviews from the community are always welcome and appreciated. You can find Tails of the Old West for sale on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BZK4T7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507767024&sr=8-1&keywords=jodi+bella+tails And my other books can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Or here http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503
  18. Over the years that I was writing on a regular basis for Discipline and Desire.com, I wrote over 50 short stories. Many of them were never collected outside of the website platform, which is now defunct. I’m happy to share the news that all 50-some of these stories will soon be in print again thanks to Blushing Books. They will be grouped according to similarities into 6 different collections, and as each is added on Amazon, I will share some snippets here for those of you who are interested. The first book was just released this week. It’s called Tails of the West, and features two novellas that are loosely tied together: Sales Blurb: If you like Old West stories, where no-nonsense lawmen know how to stand up to their sassy ladies, then the "tails" in this book are for you! In “The Sheriff and the Hellcat,” Katie’s father, an accused bank robber, goes on the run. Katie must find him before Sheriff Tristan James does – or her Pa could hang! But when Tristan discovers her following him, he’s not pleased... and when she pushes his buttons in her attempts to save her father, he’s not afraid to show his displeasure. In “Courting Maggie,” Maggie loves being romanced by the good, patient and handsome Sheriff Daniel Adams. He even tries to be understanding of her protesting against the town saloon where her brother died in a knife fight. But as Maggie tests her boundaries in her attempts to shut the place down, she begins to realize that the Sheriff has a hard side as well – and her bottom pays the price for her actions. Publisher’s Note: This two book set contains elements of domestic discipline. ********** Excerpts: ---1--- It was a strange experience, bathing in the same room as a man, Katie reflected. Of course, her bath was set up behind the changing screen, but she had no doubt that Tristan could see just about everything through the flimsy material. She tried to relax her muscles and enjoy the water. "I suppose you'll be going back out tonight?" she called. She winced at the wavy tremor in her voice. "As soon as you finish up back there, yes." Katie bristled. Tristan had insisted on staying with her through her bath, then on emptying the tub and returning it to the hotel himself. Otherwise, he would have had to let the staff come up for it, and that would have meant leaving the door unlocked and trusting Katie. That, of course, was out of the question. "If I'm holding you up, Sheriff James, please just go ahead with your business. A real gentleman wouldn't insist on staying in the room while a lady bathed anyway." There was the faint sound of a chuckle from the other side of the screen. "Well, sweetheart, I never said I was a gentleman, and you certainly are not a lady, so I don't see whereas we need to worry about that." The use of the word 'sweetheart' made Katie's stomach flutter with butterflies while at the same time his comment about her not being a lady caused her blood to boil. Without any forethought, she sent the sopping wet wash cloth sailing over the changing screen in the general direction of his voice. There was a satisfactory SPLAT when it landed and she suppressed a giggle, hoping it had met square with Tristan's head - which, as luck would have it, it had. Tristan made a low growling sound, but there was a smile in his voice. "You're lucky I have a sense of humor, Kate," he said. "Else I'd come around that screen, bend you over the side of that tub, and spank your wet rear end." His words made her sex twitch. She didn't understand that for a minute. She covered her confusion with bravado. "Even you wouldn't be so uncivilized as that...." "Don't bet on it." "....and besides that, you are never going to touch me in that manner again. It's completely inappropriate. You are not my father or my husband - you're not even my friend. And I won't allow you to...to do *that* again!" There, that was telling him! This time the laughter coming through the screen was strong and loud. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will spank you again, Kate. And just so you're forewarned, the next time you're over my knee, your drawers will be down around your knees and your skirt up around your waist, so you have the full affect of my hand." Again her body reacted in ways she didn't understand. She broke into a sweat in the tepid bathwater which suddenly seemed unbearably hot, then sprang up and into the tattered towel awaiting her. She had probably never dressed so quickly in her life as she did that night, so afraid was she that Tristan might carry through his threat. When she stepped back around the changing screen he was waiting with his broad arms crossed in front of him and a bemused expression on his face. She crossed the room and dug into her saddlebags, determined to ignore him. "Where is my...." Her question was cut short and subsequently answered by a soft, teasing rap on her backside though her dress. She jumped a mile in the air despite the gentleness of the touch and flew around at a grinning Tristan, holding her hairbrush in his hand like it belonged there. "Looking for this?" he asked innocently. She snatched the proffered object, restraining herself from clawing his eyes out the way she itched to. Yanking the brush through her wet hair, she glared at him as though trying to strike him dead with her gaze alone. He chuckled and tweaked her nose. "You're mighty cute when you're riled up, you know that, Kate? I never noticed it before." ---2--- Daniel just continued to sit and wait her out, watching her with an openly amused expression on his handsome face. "You’re in a locked cell, sweetheart," he reminded her – as if she’d forgotten! "You’re not going anywhere except over my knee for a good tanning, so you may as well come on over here so we can get started." A part of Maggie knew the dignified thing to do would be to give in and submit herself to Daniel’s punishment. But something in her just couldn’t make her legs move in that direction, and instead she found herself turning and running to the door of the cell, where she yanked and clawed at the bars, screaming for help and desperate to escape her fate. There was a resigned sigh from behind her, and a moment later Maggie felt Daniel’s hands on her hips. He banded his arm around her middle from behind and lifted her bodily off her feet, carrying her back to the cot while she kicked and struggled wildly in the air. He flipped her face down over his knee and immediately clamped her churning legs between his own to try to stay her flailing. "No! Don’t you dare!" Maggie was shouting, bucking her body and rocking from side to side, anything she could think of to dislodge herself from this position. "Maggie, calm down," Daniel said calmly. He managed to hitch her skirt up to her waist despite her struggles and she started cursing him as he searched under her for the ties to her drawers. "Maggie, you’d best stop fighting me. It will only make things worse if you keep struggling." "You have no right to do this!" she shrieked. "Let me go, Daniel, right this minute!!" Daniel’s patience was growing thin as he continued to search for the ties and tried to keep hold of the jumping bean over his knee. Finally he gave up on the ties, took a fist full of her drawers at the waist and gave the soft muslin a hard yank. The resulting sound of ripping material was almost as satisfying to Daniel as the sight of Maggie’s small, shapely, creamy skinned bottom peaking up at him from beneath the ripped undergarment. Maggie twisted her head about to see what he’d done and let out a scream of outrage. "You beast!" she exclaimed, trying to shield her naked backside with her hand. Daniel gripped her wrist and, smiling all the while, pinned her hand to the small of her back. He pushed aside what remained of the ruined drawers, and pulled his arm back high above his head in preparation for her first smack. ********** Thank you for reading; reviews from the community are always welcome and appreciated. You can find Tails of the Old West for sale on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BZK4T7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507767024&sr=8-1&keywords=jodi+bella+tails And my other books can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Or here http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503
  19. Hi I'm new here and hoping to make friends. My orientation is erotic spanking with female partner--spanking each other for mutual pleasure. I enjoy a variety of implements, but favorite is cane, switch, or dressage whip laying face down on bed with pillows under hips or bent over a bale of hay, a fallen tree, or a piece of heavy upholstered furniture. Of course I also enjoy laying across a lap for hand spanking, paddle, or other short implements. For me, spanking is about giving and receiving pleasure, rather than power exchange, although role play can be fun for living out fantasies. I have done discipline spankings too, and although it is not my favorite, I could DEFINITELY enjoy a DD relationship in which either partner could spank the other for discipline (and the other partner could spank the first after having taken his or her punishment) That could be LOTS of fun, but I think we would misbehave on purpose to get spanked! I'm happy to be friends with spankers of any orientation other than those who get off on spanking kids which is against the rules here anyway. Anything involving kids is repulsive to me, other than speaking about our own memories, since we are now adults, and our early experiences went into shaping the people who we are today. Here's a couple photos of me--I hope you like!
  20. I was never one for authority. Growing up, I've always resented being told what to do, or how to act. Being told "there are consequences" for doing or not doing this or that thing was tolerable, as I was not, to my mind, a polarized contrarian arguing for the sake of arguing. However when it came to being ordered what to do, or having something forced upon me, well, I had my own ideas about what was good for me. This contempt for authority was extended to others as well, what I mean to say is: when I heard of, or witnessed, others being bossed around or otherwise subjugated, it would make my blood boil, and sometimes send me into a frothing frenzy from which there always were consequences. Now, as an adult (whatever the bleeding hell that means), I have dramatically lightened up. But still a mistrust of and a defiance towards authority remains strongly rooted inside me. Some might think than that I must be dominant in nature, however my aversion toward authority is such that I am fundamentally uncomfortable with telling others what to do, and am made sick when I'm put in a position of power. The most I will do is advise. For, after all, "persuasion is better than force" as the North Wind learned from the Sun in that half-forgotten short film parable which I watched so long ago. So how than do I find myself here as a spanking switch? What is it that gives me a constant hunger for feeling a woman melt under my hand? Why is it that I long for a woman to take control of me by putting me over her knee and slowly bring me to a whimpering sob? Perhaps it is me seeking a balance. Perhaps authority isn't a problem for me when it is consensually given, without force, coersion, or manipulation. I've long thought, like many others likewise, that I am nothing more than being possessed of a defective or damaged psyche, and these strange proclivities of mine are something to be suppressed and forgotten. I've had former friends, mentors, and partners tell me things ranging from: "you're just in a phase" to "you need help" to "you're disgusting" to "you're dangerous", as though they had the answer, and it was so obvious. Perhaps I do need help, but not with changing who I am. Not this aspect of me, anyway. My fondest hope would be to talk to, meet, or otherwise connect with people who are likewise fond of the common subject. I would especially like to meet fellow spankos living near me. Thanks for reading, ~eYe
  21. Hi you guys from Minneapolis! It's so great to be back here with all you wonderful people and wow, I love what they've done with this site. Wanted to discuss the trick of being a true "switch". It's not easy! On one hand, I play a terrific spanker (daddy, teacher, ect) to many friends that I simply have connected with in person through social circles. I know I'm fortunate with that and girls are always welcome to contact t me for great spankings. On the other hand, it's truly difficult for a guy to find a woman who wants to spank him. I had an ex do it once a while ago but it was just a favor because we're still close, I've had 2 domestic relationships in my life where I was the spankee but that was almost luck. It's a shame too my ex gf of a few years could bring me to tears with just her hand which is almost unheard of (even with the professionals in this area!) sorry to bore you, the point is this: I usually come off as the dominant because I play more that way. What if I just need a good sound spanking? I'm friends with some major dominatrixes around here but I haven't talked to them and I really refuse to pay money to play spanking role plays with people. Any thoughts on this? Oh and here's my most ( and only recent) tanning my ex gave me me. What a good friend she is for doing that. (Never even tried it)
  22. Hi you guys from Minneapolis! It's so great to be back here with all you wonderful people and wow, I love what they've done with this site. Wanted to discuss the trick of being a true "switch". It's not easy! On one hand, I play a terrific spanker (daddy, teacher, ect) to many friends that I simply have connected with in person through social circles. I know I'm fortunate with that and girls are always welcome to contact t me for great spankings. On the other hand, it's truly difficult for a guy to find a woman who wants to spank him. I had an ex do it once a while ago but it was just a favor because we're still close, I've had 2 domestic relationships in my life where I was the spankee but that was almost luck. It's a shame too my ex gf of a few years could bring me to tears with just her hand which is almost unheard of (even with the professionals in this area!) sorry to bore you, the point is this: I usually come off as the dominant because I play more that way. What if I just need a good sound spanking? I'm friends with some major dominatrixes around here but I haven't talked to them and I really refuse to pay money to play spanking role plays with people. Any thoughts on this?
  23. Just re-introducing myself, as I haven't been here in quite a while. But I have been doing some spanking....... From my profile: I'm here because I'd like to find a few friends who share my interest in spanking. I have been gaining a quite bit of "hands on" experience lately, getting spanked by (mostly pro spanker) women, and spanking both men and women. I live in the far western burbs of Chicago, and travel the Midwest extensively in my work. Looking for like-minded folks who would like to get together, as I'm not into the endless online thing. Thank you, and I look forward to hearing from you.......
  24. Looking for a mentor in north Austin tx. Ideal situation: married male father figure christian open to switch not married not open to: women Me toping only i struggle with getting chores done, getting to work on time, having a servant attitude toward my wife, and several other childish behaviors.
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