<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256223</id><updated>2012-01-01T18:13:54.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spankings</title><subtitle type='html'>A detailed account of the consensual spankings that occur between two adults.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450021751475685928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256223.post-92610912</id><published>2003-04-14T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T18:39:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;After-School Spanking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday found me waiting for a "school-girl" to show up for class.  The only thing that made he resemble a "school-girl" were the plaid skirt she wore.  The mid-calf boots with 4 inch heels and the fact that she is well into her 30's is a sure sign that I was not dealing with Britey Spears!  Lisa has been spanked many times before by various people.  We met via a personal ad she posted to a spanking oriented website.  She has a "school-girl", or more appropriately a &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; "school-girl" fetish.  She loves wearing this outfit and making heads turn wherever she goes.  That earns her a nice long spanking in my book.  She happily agreed and we decided to meet for some detention and punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is a tall girl, and with her heels she was close to 6 feet in height.  She doesn't have a model's body, but she is extremely sexy.  She knows how to dress and how to carry herself very well.  Her blouse was open just above her busom and her nipples were showing that she was having a wonderful time.  It certainly wasn't cold in the room, so I know it wasn't the temperature.  Lisa has blonde hair and blue eyes.  A paralegal by day, she captivates every associate in the firm.  Unfortunately, her husband is also a lawyer who works 70 hour weeks and doesn't even notice that his wife is starved for attention.  She has told me that if he would pay her some mind, and not let her get away with everything, she'd stop getting spanked by other men.  His loss is definitely my gain.  Lisa has told me many times that she's come in at all hours of the night, with her clothing desheveld, and he just doesn't care.  He keeps her around for formal affairs and lets her do as she pleases the rest of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I role-play when the other person is very interested in it.  I'm not the type of guy who needs his spankee to dress up and act a part.  Given her enthusiasm, I went along with her fantasy and we had an excellent time.  Lisa got to the room 10 minutes late.  She knew this would irritate me, and had hoped for a solid scolding for her tardiness.  Instead I stood her in the corner and left her in the room alone for 10 minutes.  The anticipation was killing her.  When I came back, I told her to come sit on the bed.  I lectured her on being late and dressing in a promiscious manner.  She tried to protest, but I stopped he short of completeing a sentence.  Next I told her to stand up and lift up her skirt.  To my surprise, instead of finding a pair of white cotton undies, I saw black french cut panties.  I had her bend over my lap and proceeded to spank her over her panties (not that they provided much coverage). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 or 3 minutes the spanking started to get harder, and Lisa tried to squirm a bit.  Holding her firmly in place with my free hand, I gave her a few harder smacks and told her that if she didn't behave, I'd give her something to squirm about.  She apologized, sensing the seriousness in my voice.  Another 2 minutes like this and I finally let her up. I had her go stand in the corner again, while I lectured and scolded her about how to dress like a lady.  Then I made her turn to face me.  I instructed her to take off her skirt all together so that I could continue her punishment.  She kept her head down in embarrassment.  Quietly she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  I asked her if that was any way to treat her school clothes.  She bent back down to pick it up and folded it neatly on the chair next to her.  Lisa was blushing, standing there in her black panties.  But I knew inside she was relishing every moment of this.  I walked around her and didn't say a word, inspecting her body as if I was going to give her a lecture on it.  After what seemed like a very long minute, I asked Lisa to take down her panties.  She won't be needing them for the next part of her spanking.  She immediately started to protest (quite convincingly, I might add...as we agreed upon the rules of the scene in advance).  Her face turned bright red as I told her that she was acting like a brat and deserved to be spanked as such.  I took her by the wrist and led her to the bed, where I sat down.  Still holding her wrist, I told her again to take down her panties.  Again I was met with more verbal protests.  Knowing that there would be only one way to solve this, I upended her in one swift motion.  Once over my lap, I placed my fingers in her waistband and pulled her panties down to her knees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's spanking got a little harder and faster, as I saw very little effects from the previous one.  Her cheeks were slightly pink, but the first one was just a warm up.  This was the one she came here for.  Not wanting to let her down, I continued her spanking and lecture until her bottom was a light-red color.  During her bare-bottomed spanking, Lisa decided to up the ante and kick her legs.  As previously stated, Lisa's legs are not small.  She has very muscular legs and are a force to be reckoned with.  I told her twice to stop kicking her legs and if she did it again, she would get extra punishment with the hairbrush.  After hearing this, she fell silent for a minute, but then could just not resist testing me.  As my hand came down hard on the lower part of her ass, she gave one good kick and nearly fell off my lap.  At that point, I lifted her up and told her to go get the hairbrush in the dresser.  Lisa started to plead and tell me that she didn't mean to kick.  I told her that she almost hit my face and that if she didn't want to be tied down for the brush, she should go get it quickly and quietly.  Without another word, she went to the dresser and got out a brand new wooden hairbrush.  She brought it over to me and stared at the floor, not wanting to look me in the eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and took her panties all the way down to her ankles.  After standing up, I noticed a good sized wet spot on my pants leg, from where Lisa had been bent over.  This meant only one thing.  She was enjoying the scene as much, if not more, than I was.  I told Lisa that since she was going to be a brat and kick her legs, I wasn't going to let her over my lap for the last spanking.  I knew she hated this, as OTK (over-the-knee for all you newbies) is her favorite.  She started apologizing again and I listened to her plea's without cutting her off.  Then I simply told her to lie, face down, on the bed.  With a muffled, "Yes, Sir." she proceeded to lie face down.  I got on the bed and knelt over her.  The brush was hard wood.  It would take very little force to apply and effective spanking with it.  A slight flick of the wrist would do it.  I wouldn't even think about bringing it up for a full swing.  She's not a bona-fide "pain-slut", but the anticipation and very firm sting are an incredible turn on to her.  Just the fact that I had it in my hand, and could give her a spanking that would surely bring her to tears (real ones at that), was enough to trigger her emotional response to being spanked with the brush.  I told her that she would receive 20 swats with the brush and that she was to thank me after each one.  I spead the spanks around her entire ass.  She did not know where the next one was going to land.  Some were square on the cheek, while others were lower.  There is a very tender area where that thigh meets the buttock.  Getting spanked witha brush in that spot will leave a lasting sting and a memory that won't be easily forgotten.  By number 15 she was trembling a bit, but still thanking me after each one.  I gave her the last 5 slowly and firmly, one at a time, until we hit the 20th spank.  After the last spank, I put the brush down and sat hr up.  She was sniffling a bit and put her head on my shoulder.  She wasn't crying from pain.  She was crying from the emotional intensity of the scene.  I held her for a few minutes and offered to apply some cold cream to sooth her bottom.  She rejected this idea and said that she was "basking in the sting."  Not wanting to break character, she addressed me as "Sir" and surprised me with the next question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had agreed beforehand that there would be no sexual contact or acts on either part.  This was our first time playing and we agreed to keep it as a "spanking only" scene.  Lisa had been so turned on by the scene, that another wet spot had formed under where she lay.  She looked down at the bed and in a very soft voice asked, "Sir, may I please masturbate? I need to release and would like to do it while I still fee the burning on my bottom."  I whispered that she may do so if she wanted.  So she layed there in my arms as she used her right hand to fondle herself.  She didn't ask for my help and I didn't offer it. That's not what this was about.  Within a minute or two, she was writhing and moaning as she rubbed her pussy.  Her orgasm caused her to grab at my hair with one hand as her screams echoed the room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she got dressed, I asked her about her deviation from our original agreement about sexual play.  She replied that she didn't expect to enter "subspace" during our first encounter.  However, half-way through the spanking, she realized that she needed to climax badly.  Lisa told me that she let herself go completely and decided to "top from the bottom a little."  She knew that if she kicked her feet, I would not tolerate it and punish her more harshly.  She then offered to perform a sexual act on me, being that I obvoiusly enojyed the scene, from seeing the bulge in my pants.  I told her that it wasn't necessary and that we could save it for another time.  She looked at me with very wide eyes and asked if I was serious.  I told her that I enjoyed playing with her very much and that I would like to do so again.  I didn't want her to think that I was out to take advantage of her.  Lisa gave me a big hug, and as she released her arms from around me, her hand found its way to my crotch.  She looked me in the eyes as her hand stroked my hardness and said "You're in for a real treat the next time we play. Do you enjoy using a belt and paddle on a naughty lady?"  I smiled and replied that I did.  She planted a soft kiss on my lips and gently squeezed my crotch.  "Then we're both in for a real treat the next time we play...in more ways than one", she said as she turned and walked out the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256223-92610912?l=spanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256223/posts/default/92610912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256223/posts/default/92610912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanking.blogspot.com/index.html#92610912' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450021751475685928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256223.post-92163497</id><published>2003-04-07T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T14:23:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello to all the Spankers and spankees reading this!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be a re-cap of spankings that I give to various women. These are purely &lt;b&gt;consensual&lt;/b&gt; spankings. They are done within the context of BDSM, so if you are offended by such things, it is best if you not read my posts. To give you a little info on myself, I will reveal the following. I have been into spanking and bdsm for about 8 years or so. I'm not actively involved in any of the local scenes. I don't live the bdsm lifestyle 24/7. Rather, I'm involved in bdsm &amp; spanking in a private matter. I only play with select partners and do so in a manner that allows both parties to have an mind-blowing experience. I've played with "newbies" and enjoy introducing a woman to her first adult spanking. I also have played with women who have a serious spanking &amp; bdsm fetish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to check back often for updates on the new and exciting adventures that I post. Please note, that no names or otherwise identifing information is used in my posts. Additionally, anyone I play with is aware that I make such posts, and have agreed to such. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I will enjoy writing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottoms Up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256223-92163497?l=spanking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256223/posts/default/92163497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256223/posts/default/92163497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanking.blogspot.com/index.html#92163497' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09450021751475685928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
