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Streetcar Sundays – 47

Due to the stats that I threw together yesterday I thought that today I would throw a double post together. Part one of course will be the MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking pic,  but in the second part I want to impart some wisdom to my fellow bloggers which I hope in turn increases the experience for readers.

The spanking portion this week features a rather dramatic response to getting spanked with a newspaper. Or perhaps he has just finished spanking her? The pic is from 1952.

This will be added to my original MEN ARE LIKE STREETCARS spanking folder.

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Now for you bloggers out there,  I want to show you a graph where you can see how creating specific folders for your work can increase your reader count dramatically. Now if you are already getting a million readers a week then this won’t matter,  but for most of us bloggers we get between 600-1100 viewers a day so giving people an idea of where your work is can only help,  right?

Let’s say that I go to a blog that features spanking stories. Now I will get the latest ones because they are right there on the front page,  but what if I am looking for something specific? I have two choices,  I can search and search or I can give up and look elsewhere. Now I’m pretty sure if you are a blogger you won’t people to stay to see your offerings.

So I will take myself as an example as a reader. If I go to a blog and want to read a story,  if I can’t find what I want I give up pretty quickly,  but,  if the blog had separate pages where all of their stories are listed,  I’m going to go to that page,  see what is on offer and then starting clicking links. Here are my two story pages:

SPANKING STORIES – FICTION

SPANKING STORIES – REAL LIFE 

Now does it work? You can bet your butt that it does. Originally I started creating folders for my work quite simply because people were taking my collection and not saying where it came from. It got to a point where I felt my readers were being poached and viewing my offerings elsewhere. So I started making pages on this site to showcase all of the various areas that I was working on. It didn’t take long at all for people to start clicking the links I provided to my collections. In fact in this post alone some people are going to come here,  click on the men are like streetcars link and say to themselves  “Ah,  so this is where all of those pics come from”. Same goes for the two story links above,  readers will click on them and then they will start reading my stories.

Here is the graph that I spoke of where you will see that prior to setting up folders for my work,  certain categories hardly even registered in the monthly hits department. Not only that,  if you understand stats,  you will also see that 33% of story readers either come to this site directly to the story pages or through a search term. I’m not even someone who writes a lot of stories,  but as you can see my stories get read about 6,000 times a month. That’s 200 times a day a story is read,  every day,  and I rarely write stories. These aren’t fantasy numbers either,  the graph is below showing you exactly how many people read them. November 2011 is when I started the story folders,  the blip in mid 2011 is when I had a story linked and the link carried for a few months.

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Site Survey Results

With over 250 responses in for the SITE SURVEY,  I figured it was time for me to show you all the results of what you all like. Now keep in mind that while there are over 250 responses,  no question was compulsory so none of the results will add up to 250+ because some answers were just for one category.

The first chart really is of no real surprise I don’t think. My whole purpose is to bring you the most unique,  unseen pics that I can find. I take pride in the fact that while everything I post will eventually become public domain where nobody actually knows where they originated from,  at least I know that 90% of the pics I post get their first run on this site. It is like my little niche in the spanking world,  bringing you original finds that take hours of research.

It is interesting that 18% prefer the videos on this site when in reality I don’t post that many videos. I have a folder full of movie spanking scenes that I don’t think are out there yet,  but let’s be honest,  movie spankings are the niche of Chross and his team of researchers so why copy what someone else is doing? He does a fine job of that with his movie database and I am just as happy to add dozens of movie stills to compliment his collection in the database.

The one section in the first graph that is a surprise to me is the STORIES only generating 15% of readers’ favorite section. Perhaps that could be that people like my stories,  but prefer the pictures. I’ve included a small section of my stats underneath the first set of graphs (click pic for larger view) to show you that in the last year alone my stories have been read a staggering 60,000 times. These are real numbers as you can see,  not made up ones. Mind you,  the stories account for 9.9% of all page views as you can see so perhaps 15% is a good number.

The second graph is also not surprising based on what I do. M/F spanking accounts for over half of peoples chosen preference while 1 in 3 prefer F/F. If there is any surprise it is that 1 in 6 prefer F/M spanking pics,  even though I have probably only posted a dozen in that 8 years that I have run this blog. Not surprisingly I do collect all of the rare vintage ones that I find,  but they aren’t something that I post on this site.

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The second graph is the graph that really does surprise me though,  and perhaps when other bloggers are here to snaffle my finds they can pay head to what the audience might be interested in. On my site,  two thirds of all readers prefer Discipline orientated spankings. Now I say my site there because that isn’t an area that anyone could really say that I focus on,  the area of discipline. I’m about historic spanking,  roleplay,  fun spankings,  birthday spankings,  there is very little about this site that focuses on discipline so I was genuinely surprised by these results.

It actually makes me think of a story that I never wrote,  though I do have it as a private video,  where I disciplined ellee. Part of the reason that I never wrote about it is because it is a special,  private moment shared between two people. Maybe I will ask her though if she minds me writing about it,  if that is an area that is of interest to people. It is one of the very few times that I have ever spanked someone to tears with my hand. Well,  let me clarify,  the tears came more from my words and actions than they did from my hand.

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And finally,  this graph isn’t really of much consequence,  but it is pretty much 50/50 as to whether or not people like audio spanking stories. I have done a number of them in the past,  but the feedback never seems to be there. Yes,  it may surprise you that feedback actually helps bloggers. If I do something and people like it by letting me know so,  then I’m more likely to post more of it in the future.

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On My Way Home

The party is over and I am about to head home. Hopefully tonight I can catch up on the weekly pics. I might be offline for a couple of days while I move into my new apartment and get reconnected to the Internet. Hopefully this will keep you busy by listing the stories of mine you can read on this site. Just note that a lower case  ‘f’  signifies an older teen save for  ‘1979 – The First Spanking m/f’ which was my first real life experience. Feel free to leave me a comment about the stories and what you would like to see.

I’m Still Here

I know that I have been absent for a few weeks,  and unfortunately I will be for a little while longer. Right now I am in the middle of packing my apartment for a move and I’m also working stupid hours. I will be back though in a short while,  so until then here is my sitemap where you can find 8 years worth of blogging. Have a poke around.

Tomorrow I will make one of my special Sunday posts for you.

My Story World

Even though I haven’t written a story in ages,  and for the only reason that I don’t have as much time anymore,  I am always amazed when I check my stats to see how many times my stories are read each day. Obviously my focus nowadays is finding rare pics for you,  but people still come here just to read the stories.

Now somebody who I communicate with has a birthday coming up and she wants me to write her a story for her birthday,  and being that I don’t mind writing birthday stories then it should be an easy task to do. With that in mind I thought that I would share a list of my stories on this site,  each with a brief synopsis so that you guys can choose what you want to read. The comment section is open on all of them so feel free to let me know your thoughts on each story,  I would love to hear some feedback and get your opinions on the stories.

This list is done in order of popularity based on how many times each story has been viewed so far this year.

1979 – The First Spanking

This is where it all began for me,  the first time as a teenager that I ever spanked a girl. Even 35 years later I remember it clearly and this is where the mystery of the white nylon panties comes from,  for that was what my girlfriend at the time was wearing. It isn’t the longest spanking by any means,  but it is perhaps the most important one…. READ MORE

Missy Gets Spanked In Public

This is a big entrance page story mostly for people looking for public spankings. Unfortunately the title is a little misleading as the spanking took place at a spanking party. However,  it was done very publicly with the intent of causing her some embarrassment. I even spanked three girls while I waited for her just to add to the anticipation…. READ MORE

Jane’s Birthday Spanking

Jane is a junior counselor at a summer camp and is boarding with the camp director and his wife during the summer. It was the night of her 19th birthday and the old custom of birthday spankings had raised its head. Jane happily played along and before long the seat of her panties were getting warmed…. READ MORE

Birthday Spanking For Laura

A man is visiting his next door neighbour when her bratty daughter arrives and starts to lay down subtle innuendos about what the two of them are up to. When he finds out that she has a birthday coming up he threatens to spank her and is encouraged to do so by her mom. When the spanking is over a further threat is made to the mom who has a birthday coming up. Part two has yet to be written…. READ MORE

Ellee Gets Spanked

In what was the first of many spankings for ellee,  we see each other for the second time and this time she gets a spanking. What was very unusual for spanking a girl for the first time I used my hand,  hairbrush and the cane. Part two of the story happens two weeks later where I put the extra effort in and created a full blown scenario,  all unknown to her at the time,  in what is still one of my favorite roleplays. Lots of great pics attached to this story…. READ MORE

Getting The Cane

A real life story from when I was at school and where the cane was still employed as an instrument of correction…. READ MORE

Three Girls Part 1

Yet another in the collection of birthday spanking stories. This time three young women are on their way out for the evening when the father of one threatens to give her friend a birthday spanking. After he is dared he follows through quite intently,  much to the arousal of the other friend who is watching…. READ MORE

Meeting Amber Pixie Wells

My first venture out in the spanking world and the first person that I got to meet was none other than Pixie. We spent a very memorable afternoon together which began when I got to the lobby of the hotel to meet a girl wearing a schoolgirl outfit. My red face soon gave way to Pixie’s red bottom…. READ MORE

The Fly On The Wall

The only story on this site that features an F/M spanking. Originally written for a spanking story contest,  two neighbors discuss the spanking that the daughter had received and fool around a little bit. The fooling around soon becomes heavy petting and they get busted by the girls mom. What follows is a long painful spanking for the both of them,  courtesy of the hairbrush…. READ MORE

A Simple Birthday Spanking

An erotic story of two neighbors and a birthday spanking. It is a very short story where your imagination is left to decide what happens once he carries her upstairs…. READ MORE

Scenes From A Film Shoot

Back when I used to shoot,  this is a story of one of those film shoots. Spankings for Pixie,  Juliet Valentina and Violetta…. READ MORE

Emily And Tom

Written in anticipation of meeting up with someone,  who eventually did not come. However,  there is still the story which is sexual in nature…. PART 1,  PART 2,  PART 3.

New Years Eve Party

A New Years party at the house ended up as a wonderful evening,  and it culminated with Pixie bratting me and getting a good spanking. Within a minute of the spanking ending Pixie was fast asleep…. READ MORE

The Errant Schoolgirl

A long time ago I used to visit a wonderful girl by the name of Raven. We engaged in a full roleplay where she played Miss Gallagher,  a mischievous student. This spanking ended with a very long application of the cracker barrel paddle to her bare bottom…. READ MORE

A Weekend With A Good Girl

Many spankings occur when the beautiful Aurora comes to stay with me. This weekend was also the very first time that I used a cane,  albeit from a one inch distance. When this story was originally written it was one of my most popular on spanking sites…. READ MORE

Nurse Byron And The Manor House

Probably the darkest story on the site,  about a nurse who takes advantage of her unconscious patient,  only to find out that his security cameras captured the whole thing. Set in a stately home,  the house also contains a special play room which she is forbidden from entering. Once the video footage is reviewed,  she is taken to the special room for her punishment…. READ MORE

Santa And The Gingerbread Elf

At one time the video to this story ranked as the fourth most watched video on spanking tube of all time. When it was eventually pulled it had been watched nearly a million times. Think about that! Even to this day I am asked about this video. I play the role of Santa and Audrey Knight is the most delectable naughty elf you could imagine. Pictures accompany this story…. READ MORE

Need A Ride Home

A man offers to drive his co-worker home in the heavy snow. On the journey she finds out that he spanked his daughters and it brings out the brat in her. What started as a plan to give her a playful birthday spanking ended up being a proper spanking due to her behavior…. READ MORE

Saturday Night In Vegas

At a weekend party in Vegas I hosted a small room party with friends which turned into an all nighter. One attendee was a vanilla girl who only came to the party with her friend. At 5.30am someone called my room,  it was the vanilla girl,  and soon after she received her very first bare bottom spanking…. READ MORE

Now at this point I am going to break the post up into two different posts. There are still half a dozen stories to add that are already listed,  but as I was going through the list one thing was becoming apparent,  I don’t yet have all the stories listed under the story categories. It dawned on me because one of the most popular stories to appear on this site wasn’t listed. I figured I had missed it in the stats but then I realized,  I don’t have a story page created for it yet. The story was The Saturday Spanking Show which has been viewed thousands of times since I wrote it,  but I neglected to create a page for it. That was the point that I realized that all of the stories featuring ellee,  barring one,  have not been added to the story section. I think this was because ellee has her own section on this site anyway as posts featuring her are incredibly popular. So this week I am going to create separate pages for all stories which I have yet to do,  and that will also include older ones that I have yet to create pages for.

The Best Of 2014

It is that annual time of year again where I present to you the top ten posts on this site from the last 12 months. These results are based on one simple criteria,  how many page views each particular post gets in the last year. None of these are a personal choice as I am sure my favorites didn’t even make the top ten. There is no inflation of stats either,  these are the posts that made the top ten as they are.

I certainly hope that you have enjoyed the last 12 months and the entirety of fresh spanking pics that I bring to you. It is something that I have mentioned before,  this is a hobby of mine and I take great delight bringing you new material through the many hours of my searches. There is some cost involved,  which at this point runs around $100 a year,  but occasionally I do get a little recognition for my efforts which makes it worth it,  and I know from the feedback that I do have a handful of readers who are always courteous enough to let me know that they appreciate my work. I’ve never been one to beg for comments,  people are free to do what they please,  but as Chross mentioned in his Love Our Lurkers post,  there are times when one finds something amazingly good and it receives not a single comment,  which as he stated can be quite frustrating and disappointing at times. We could all do with a little recognition for our efforts from time to time.

That said though,  I will persevere with my efforts to bring you unique and rare material every week. Mine isn’t the biggest blog out there,  not by a long shot,  but if the numbers are anything to go by then I think that this blog has a place in the spanking community. It is now eight years old and I think that I have enough material to keep going for another eight years. Just keep in mind that no matter what I post,  I generally find more pics each week than I actually post,  so I have quite the archive of pics yet to be seen.

So on to the top ten posts of 2014. If you are only a semi regular reader then you might find something new here,  and if something is new to you then there will be a link contained within each post where you will be able to find my archive of pics for that particular category. So here we go…

NUMBER 1

The most viewed post on this site this year was,  and it kind of sucks because unfortunately Youtube pulled the video,  but the most viewed post was this one,  my finding of a spanking scene in the movie INTA HABIBI. Now while it is no longer on my site,  Chross took the video and added it to his database so you can go and VIEW IT HERE (just search down the list) if you want to watch it. It is a good one so it is worth watching. Obviously you can also watch a whole bunch of movies on that link,  a portion of which I have either contributed or supplied the movie stills for. This particular post was number 1 by a long shot! Every year there always seems to be one post that blows everything else away.

NUMBER 2

This was the most viewed picture on this site in the last year,  though only just. This post had only 48 more views than the 3rd most viewed post on this site in the last year,  5,324 to 5,278. You can read the WHOLE POST HERE,  but I have a little treat for you,  I found a copy of the pic of Anne Shirley being spanked by James Craig on the set of The Devil And Daniel Webster without the horrible watermark at the bottom,  which I present to you now. So while you can view the original post,  this copy of the pic is bigger and doesn’t have a watermark on it. Just click the pic for the full sized version.

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NUMBER 3

This was a most pleasant surprise this year and I was delighted that it became the third most viewed post on this site for 2014. In 2012 I wrote THE CHI OMEGA STORY which became the third most viewed post of 2012. If there was ever a post on this site that I devoted the most work to it was that post in 2012,  and I was thrilled that it was enjoyed by as many people as it was. That particular story was the one that was sent to me by Mr. P and pretty much started my journey in collecting SORORITY SPANKING PICS for your enjoyment. So you all have Mr. P to thank for steering my in this direction. Well anyway,  earlier this year I managed to find a copy of the original magazine from 1941 that featured The Chi Omega Story,  and I purchased it so that I was able to scan the best quality I could of the famous spanking pic that is shown below. Just one of my purchased gifts for you. I no longer have the magazine anymore though!! Thanks to Mr. P’s kindness in sending me a photocopy of the paddling pic,  I thought why not return the kindness. So I packaged the 1941 magazine up in an envelope and sent it off to Mr. P so that he could have it for his personal collection. If you want to read about the magazine along with pictures you can do so RIGHT HERE…

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NUMBER 4

There is much debate about this picture online,  which I believe is why it is the 4th most viewed post on this site for the year. When I found it in a yearbook it does say that the paddling is taking place,  but you don’t always have to believe what you read. Just because something is presented as being real doesn’t make it so. However,  I just reported what was said and there is a lot of discussion as to whether or not it is a real paddling. I created a new folder for all of my PADDLING PICS,  but if you want to read about this post alone,  you can do so RIGHT HERE…

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NUMBER 5

My WEDNESDAY CLASSICS POSTS are a very popular feature and they are represented throughout the top ten this year,  and this entry from DAMSELS IN DISTRESS was a very worthy entry in the top ten. This is one of those plays where there are only a few spanking pics available to view. So far I have posted 5 of them,  but with the discovery of two new ones this week I still have three left to post. To read all of this entry you can click RIGHT HERE…

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NUMBER 6

If I am really honest,  this pic from my STAGE SPANKINGS collection would never have made my own personal top ten of the year,  but,  like I said,  I don’t manipulate or inflate numbers on this website,  this was the 6th most viewed pic so number 6 it is. This was a promo pic for The Girl From U.N.C.L.E and features Stefanie Powers getting a spanking,  and I’m sure that you have heard of her getting a spanking in a more famous movie,  eh? To read the whole post go RIGHT HERE…

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NUMBER 7

Yet another of my WEDNESDAY CLASSICS comes in at number 7,  and this is a much better spanking pic (click on the pic for the full sized version). One of my better finds that is now circulating around spanking blogs and Tumblr sites. There is no doubt whatsoever that this is a genuine spanking,  and I dare say quite a painful one at that. To read the whole post CLICK HERE…

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NUMBER 8

Finally,  A BIRTHDAY SPANKING!! On a personal note,  this was one of my favorite pics of the year. Of course it can be a whole lot better,  but the angle is my favorite and there is a lot to like about it. Lying over a table while being held down by three people,  and the spanker wielding a yardstick. It even appears that she might be pleading for him not to spank her too hard…. silly girl 🙂 You can read the whole post RIGHT HERE…

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NUMBER 9

Here is a delightful entry that just makes the top ten,  a classic SCREEN SPANKING featuring John McIntire spanking Deborah Walley in Wagon Train –  The Nancy Styles Story. Without a doubt a classic spanking picture and due to my post,  Chross set out to find the actual clip containing the spanking which you can watch here. To read about the find simply CLICK HERE…

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NUMBER 10

Now am I cheating with the last entry into the top ten most viewed posts of 2014? What actually came in tenth was my real life story of THE FIRST SPANKING I EVER GAVE. The thing is though,  I posted that story in 2006,  lol. Yes,  even today,  eight years later,  the story is constantly read (3,254 times in 2014) as it has been for eight years. As it wasn’t posted in 2014 though,  I will stick to the tenth most popular post of 2014,  and it just so happens to be one of the best. From the school play ACT YOUR AGE,  this pic just snuck into the top ten of the year. To read the whole post CLICK HERE…

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So there you have it,  yet another year in the books and yet another collection of the most viewed posts on this site for the previous calender year,  I hope that you like them. For my previous top ten lists you can click the links below to view each one,  starting in 2011.

TOP TEN OF 2011

TOP TEN PICS OF 2011

TOP TEN OF 2012

TOP TEN OF 2013

Who Likes Stories?

So I have a friend who has been asking me for a new story for a long time now and as I haven’t written one in a while I figured I would open it up and see if anyone has any ideas as to what they would like to see in a story. Obviously I have my own ideas. My ideas are about the enjoyment that one gets from the spanking lifestyle,  not as an outlet to be mean spirited towards others.

The mean spirited behavior has driven me away a bit as my enjoyment from the spanking lifestyle begins to wane,  there are some behaviors that I don’t get and will probably never understand. But the old adage applies,  only you can control how you act and how you present yourself to others.

So with that in mind it takes me back to when I first started and the enjoyment that I used to get. Meeting people with a similar mindset,  finding out what it is that they like and building stories based on combined ideas.

I’m going to write a story soon and right now I don’t have any idea as to what this story is going to include,  so I am opening the floor to any suggestions,  thoughts or ideas that you would like to see in a story yourself. Obviously I can’t include everything in one story,  but I am a creative person and I have some ideas in mind for multiple suggestions to be incorporated. It is almost like a collaborative effort only I will be the one piecing it together. So if you have a suggestion as to what you would like to see in a story then add it in the box below,  and underneath the box is a .list of stories that I have written that are currently on this site.

Flashing Her Panties To The Boys

Any excuse for a spanking,  right? Well,  in a way,  but not when your mind works like mine does.

As time has gone on I have found out what it is that makes me tick. Now despite having been to many parties and developing many friendships,  I’m really of the opinion that I am more of a private player than most. Sure,  I take part in as much as I can and a few years ago I used to be that person who would play publicly with just about anyone. As time has gone on though I have felt more and more that I am most comfortable using the  ‘less is more’  philosophy.

There are times when I think that other folks don’t think that I am having a good time,  but nothing could be further from the truth. The only difference is that my definition of a fun time differs slightly from others. I’m not alone in this,  there are many people who take a more docile approach at parties,  but that is the great thing about attending,  you can do things at your own pace.

What happened on Friday at the party,  going into Saturday,  was one of those special moments that I strive for. Certainly it was an event that was the highlight of the party for me because of the way my mind works.

Just prior to the party I had introduced myself to Bertha Mason online after reading her profile on Fetlife. Now at the party in December I had met Bertha but it was nothing more than just hello really. On Fetlife I simply do not seek friendship requests any more,  I always approve them but I never actually seek to add them. After I read Bertha’s profile though,  and answered a public question or two that she had,  I requested her friendship through a private message.

Her profile interested me and there were a number of items on there that I felt we had a common interest in,  none more so than the simple comment that she liked kindhearted people. That is something that gets me at my core every time as I thrive on kindhearted people. So my plan was to friend request her,  say more than hello at the party and that pretty much was it,  I had no intention of seeking play.

On Friday morning at the party there was a meet and greet for the new people at the party and someone had asked me to go along as a familiar face. Because of the time that I got there I was only able to stand in the hallway craning my neck,  along with a group of other people. Bertha was one of those people and she was a few feet behind me. She had actually been in front of me at one point but I got the feeling that she was getting  ‘boxed in’  by a growing plate of testosterone. Now call it spanking radar if you like,  but I just knew what was about to happen next,  and my thoughts came to fruition almost right away. Clearly someone must have asked her how her bottom was and from a side on view for me,  Bertha raised her dress to show her bottom. From the angle that I was at I got the awesome view of her from the side as she showed off her white panties hugging her curves wonderfully.

It wasn’t long after that when I sought Bertha out to tell her that I thought that what she did was really hot. Hey,  look,  I’m a spanko and I know what I like. It reminded me of the first time that I played with Pixie,  when,  after spanking her,  the giddy girl ran to the mirror,  flipped her skirt up and looked at her red bottom whilst grinning from ear to ear.

The whole day went by where I thought no more about it. Okay,  the image may have flashed through my mind once or twice,  but that was it. It was only when I went to bed that night did something strike me,  and as tired as I was it was like I had just had a shot of espresso. My devilish mind started to work overtime and I began to devise a plan. This wasn’t something that I discussed with Bertha,  and I was taking a big chance with being overly presumptuous,  but I had a feeling that this would work,  and from my conversations with her that weekend I also felt that this was something that she would enjoy.

The thoughts in my head were this  “Naughty little girl,  flashing her panties to the boys like that. Why I ought to spank her for that”

Now a couple of weeks ago I had seen the class rosters for the Academy for girls,  so I knew Bertha was in one of my classes during the schoolgirl academy,  I actually remembered it because her name was one of the few where I was asking just who these girls were. Which of the three classes she was actually in I had no idea,  but I did know that she was on the roster.

As Kor-E and I did our pre class run through the wicked thoughts ran through my mind once again. We had 45 girls to cater to,  but I was going to give one of them a little extra attention. If what I had in mind worked,  it could be something that she remembers for quite a while.

As a gag I had put a  “Naughty chair”  sticker on one of the chairs in the front of the class,  basically it was for the unlucky girl in each class who couldn’t see it when she sat down,  and to provide giggles to all of the girls sat behind her. Not in Bertha’s case mind you. When she walked in with her classmates she was already looking frightened and her mouth opened as I met her entering,  telling all of the girls to find an empty seat but stopping Bertha and saying  “Not you,  Bertha,  you sit right there”. She did not look like a happy camper.

I was feeling wicked and I had a plan to enforce. I asked Bertha to stand up and from the look in her eyes I knew that I was going to make this work,  after all,  I had planned it all the night before.

When I invest myself into something I go all out with all of the little idiosyncrasies that can make a scene special. If it is important to me then I want to make it equally as important to the person I am playing with. Everything that I did that morning from the moment Bertha arrived was deliberate,  every single thing.

Bertha was standing at the head of the class facing forwards,  just as I had planned for her to do. I walked behind her and addressed the rest of the class as she looked away from me,  making sure that I didn’t use Bertha by name,  just talking about her in the third party. I’m not going to lie,  I was getting a kick out of watching her looking at the floor and shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as I sternly spoke about what I had to say to the class. Now I don’t remember it word for word,  but this is the general gist of what I had to say.

“Hello ladies,  and welcome to your geography class. Now one girl in particular has not gotten off to a very good start already. Just yesterday,  during orientation,  I observed this particular naughty girl doing something egregious on her very first day.

Do you know that I observed one girl in this very class flashing her panties to the boys yesterday? Now,  that particular girl has earned herself a private detention with me after class”

At this point I started to head towards Bertha to enforce my plan of arriving at her feet to deliver my final line,  the timing had to be perfect.

“So,  as this girl likes to flash her panties to the boys,  she should have no problem flashing them to me in detention when I take her over my knee…….”

I arrived in front of her at her feet with perfect timing

“And I give her a GOOD. SOUND. SPANKING”

It couldn’t have turned out better if I tried. The final three words were drawn out individually and I could almost hear her whimper. The little that I could see of her face was bright red as she looked at her feet. As I backed up I added  “You can sit down now,  Bertha”

I watched Bertha sit down and without a word of a lie,  she looked petrified. She wouldn’t look at me,  she just stared straight past me with her mouth open and she genuinely appeared scared. Her heart must have been going ten to the dozen. The thought even crossed my mind  “I hope that she doesn’t start crying”

As I continued the lesson with Mr. K I kept my eye on Bertha and her expression changed very little,  she still had the look of a scared girl on her face and it was almost like she was trying to digest every single word that I had said. I really felt like fist pumping the air,  it worked out way better than I hoped it would. In fact it was near perfection,  the look on her face is something that I won’t forget in a hurry I can assure you,  in my dreams I had hoped for that response and I got more than I had hoped for.

What was really cool was during the spanking portions of the class. Due to our positions,  Mr. K had to spank his girls in front of the class,  which,  as luck would have it,  were just a few inches from Bertha each time. It is one of those little things where I wished I could have read her mind. Was she really that scared? Had my words really had a profound effect on her where everything now seemed all too real? Whatever it was,  whenever Mr. K spanked a girl,  Bertha looked EVERYWHERE other than at the girl being spanked. Looking at the floor,  looking at her skirt,  looking at her neighbor,  ANYWHERE but looking at the girl being spanked. Every swat was met with a wince from Bertha. I’m not sure if her reaction was the same when I spanked a girl because I was too busy concentrating on matters at hand.

Once class was over and there were a few giggles as the girls were leaving,  I stopped Bertha on the way out and said  “And remember young lady,  I will see you later”  as I tried to maintain my stern character.

With her mouth still open and a red face she replied  “Yes, sir”

Hours went by and self-doubt started to creep in. Bertha had genuinely looked scared senseless during class and I started to question myself as to whether or not I had overdone it. After all, this was her first big party and the last thing that I wanted to do was actually scare her for real. There will be plenty of time for that later.

The first person that I saw at the banquet that night was her roommate,  DragonEmrys. I pestered her to make sure that Bertha wasn’t genuinely scared and Emmy assured me that she was fine. Pandy joined in the conversation and not long after I saw Bertha arrive. While it may be a scene killer I had to make sure that she was okay,  and while my words had still resonated with her,  she assured me that she was fine,  that what happened was scary,  but it was a good scary. Once I found that out I also reminded her that I was serious,  she had a spanking coming.

Later that night everyone was on the suite level and I bumped into Bertha a couple of times. A lot of play was going on and I was prepared to be patient and wait my time where we could dart off. Well I didn’t have to wait long before Bertha found me and she asked me if now was a good time for us to go away for a bit. Talk about being giddy,  there is something really special when a girl seeks you out specifically to play.

It was scene killer time again but I had to enforce some scene rules. I like to see myself as a role model so I simply had to ensure her safety. Before starting I told Bertha that she could stop the scene at any point if she started to feel uncomfortable,  and she wasn’t to hesitate if that happened. She happily agreed and then I switched into character.

This was something that I was relishing as I dragged the chair into the middle of the room. What could be better than a shaking girl feeling repentant,  not wanting a spanking and submissively following my every lead? I began my opening talk with the following question  “So,  why have I called you here today young lady”?

This was it,  I was expecting some serious squirming and I was going to milk it for all it was worth. Give me an inch and I will take a mile,  scolding is one of my fortes and if I think that I can make a girl squirm then I will turn her face as red as a beet. What I got in return though was the complete opposite of what I was expecting,  the complete opposite,  her reply to me was  “I don’t know what you are talking about”

That genuinely threw me for a loop. The last thing that I was expecting from this meek girl was resistance,  petulance and combativeness. It took me a minute to get my game plan back on focus and she had me stumbling on my words for a little while there. It was just beginning though,  little did I know that I was literally going to have to spank a confession out of this little sprite.

It was like Bertha had planned this just as much as I did,  even when I took her over my knee and I started spanking her. There was no way that she was going to say why I was spanking her.

Now you know that there are certain things that I find aesthetically pleasing,  but I do have to say this. When I lifted Bertha’s skirt and starting spanking her on her cotton panties as she pounded her fists into the carpet  (Yes,  she really did this!! It is the little things you know)  there wasn’t an image that could have topped it.

Want to know what I was dealing with? This should give you an idea.

“Now Bertha,  why are you being spanked right now”?

“Because my skirt came up and YOU were looking at my panties and YOU didn’t like it”

Believe me,  if this was someone who I spank frequently that had said that,  I would have bared them right there and then and I would have spanked their bottom bright red with no further questions asked. What a brat!!

The first thing that I had done when I arrived in Atlantic City was to put a special hairbrush on the dresser and it was going to stay there until I used it for the purpose that I intended it for. Due to Bertha’s behavior however,  that time had been moved up to NOW. This was the first time that I was playing with her though so I wasn’t going to spring this on someone all of a sudden.

Without breaking character I wanted to make sure that this was something that Bertha was okay with,  so I said to her  “If you don’t answer me,  Bertha,  I am going to get that hairbrush on the dresser and I’m going to spank you with it”

The game continued and she continued to play innocent,  just a flat out refusal to acknowledge why she was being spanked. So I had given her the warning with no response,  and now it was time to let her know that I was serious. If she answered me then I knew that she didn’t want the hairbrush,  but if she resisted me then it was telling me that she was okay with it.

“This is your final chance,  Bertha,  you either tell me why I am spanking you or I am going to take that hairbrush to your bare bottom right now”

Silence!! Just an air of willfulness lingering around the room. Right,  that was it.

I stood Bertha up and as she rubbed her bottom I went and got the hairbrush. She had been fairly warned and now she was going to get the hairbrush,  and unfortunately for her it is a pretty mean hairbrush.

Now I can’t remember if I spanked her over her panties with the brush first,  or whether I went straight to the bare. The image that I do remember is applying the hairbrush to her bare bottom.

The hairbrush was very effective!! It didn’t take long before Bertha told me why I was spanking her,  it didn’t take long at all,  but if she thought that the spanking was over she was clearly mistaken. I’m pretty sure that I had told her that her spanking would begin once she told me why she was being spanked.

Okay,  so that wasn’t exactly true. After all,  I had this little mite over my knee for ages already so I could hardly start over from the beginning. I did however make sure that I gave her quite a healthy dose of the brush on her bare bottom before I was done. That was the point where we had genuine squirming and writhing as the brush repetitively bounced off her bottom.

Even though we had been there for a while it seemed like the scene was over far too soon. Realistically I shouldn’t have felt that way because for me the scene had started more than 24 hours before we actually played. It was one of those scenes that I strive for though,  an idea in my mind that turned out to be way better than I could have hoped for. The moment that I told Bertha to sit in the chair that I had designed with her in mind,  the game had begun. If I could bottle up the way that she acted as I scolded her in front of the whole class then I think I would be the happiest man in the world. Though,  the look on her face when I told her that she could sit down after I scolded her was as priceless as could be,  a genuine look of a girl who has just realized that she really is in trouble,  it was perfection. All in all the game had been played for about 14 hours in total.

After the spanking and the hugs I had to get out my Malaysian cane,  she is Asian after all. I was hinting at using it and then I just came out and asked if she wanted to try it. This was the happy part of the scene as she willingly lay over the bed for a few gentle strokes,  and then it was over.

There may be other scenes down the line,  that is something that I would love to discuss with Bertha at some point,  and there may also come a day when I spank her for real with no games being played. If that time ever came then I think Bertha herself would tell you that it would not be a pleasant experience for her,  however,  it would probably be a pretty powerful one for her mind.

There are certain things in this world of ours that totally define who I am, and Bertha Mason had just given me one of them.

Femininity and Submission

I’m going to try really hard not to put too many disclaimers on this journal entry,  I have my feelings and my thoughts and while they may not be understood or appreciated by everyone,  they are how I feel. This is a topic that I have spoken about previously and I likened it to the topic I had responded to entitled  “Are spanko’s homophobic”. In that thread I used the wrong phrase to describe my meaning and I lost almost everyone,  including my friends,  on the value of my opinion. Even to this day I really believe that my words were misunderstood on that thread (it is still on the spanking world for all to see) and what I was trying to say. The bottom line,  because of the way that I presented myself I came across as a homophobe and that is something that I am not. I’m not making any defenses here,  I accept that I was the cause of the feedback that I received and I take ownership of it. What came out of it was that some friendships actually grew,  not because I was agreed with,  but because I stood my ground and took the feedback like a man. On the other side of things it allowed some people to vent some feelings towards me which were probably bottled up. Again, it isn’t a bad thing,  90% of the people respected what they perceived my opinion to mean,  though they disagreed with it,  and many of them I have since played with. Others set the bar that told me that I would never play with them,  and if I’m really honest,  I would probably be the last person they would want to play with anyway.

The intro was posted for a reason. There was also another thread where I expressed my views on femininity,  which also did not go the way that I had hoped 🙂 On this topic I very much stand by what I say,  but once again I used a keyword that was insulting to certain people. I’m very much a sucker though and I am going to go there again,  only this time I hope to define exactly what I mean in a clear and concise way,  so this will be my only disclaimer.

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These views express the triggers that turn me on in the spanking world,  they are what work for me and the reasons why they work for me. This isn’t really about femininity,  this is about my own personal journey,  experiences,  fondness for and appreciation of what I personally perceive to be girly. There are many aspects to femininity,  just like there are aspects to any other criteria that one wishes to apply,  what is described here is my own personal criteria towards one certain aspect of femininity that works for me. Actually there are many aspects to it,  it’s just that the last time people got hung up on the phrase  “Girly girl”  and the daggers came out. Try to remember,  we are all allowed to have our strong feelings as to what works for us individually,  these happen to be mine and I have no doubt that yours are different to mine. However,  if you just have something bad to say about anything and everything as a natural part of your everyday routine,  I’m probably going to give you a plateful here to digest 🙂

This is something that goes back as far as I can remember,  and you have to remember that I am 49 years old so I go back a long way. When I grew up in England in the 1970’s,  when I was first starting to develop what I perceived as my sexuality,  the women and girls all wore dresses and skirts in those days. Of course there were jeans and pants on occasion,  but for the most part it was the former that was everyday wear.

Now to start with, think of your own triggers in regards to spanking, what it is that works for you and why that came about, or even when that came about. There is one segment of English spanking society that goes for bottle green gym knickers or navy blue ones. Go to any English spanking site and you will see that fetish is still something that is very much alive. For me, I don’t get it, I positively loath gym knickers and won’t even so much as watch a film where the girl is wearing them, but you know what, I DO understand why they are so personally appealing to a lot of people. That is what their spanking origin was, what they witnessed at school, what their fantasies were at the time based on what they were seeing. I understand it because that is where my fantasies developed, where my early experiences were, what my perceptions were. It’s just that my origins were different to theirs, but the fundamental approach was the same.

Where I differ from some I think is how deep of an impact my early life had on who I am today in regards to this world of ours. I’m not sure if it is the same for everyone else,  whether it has little to no impact on them or not,  but for me it very much does. From time to time I have spoken with Tony Elka (Richard  ‘Name dropping’  Windsor) on the issue in regards to Shadowlane videos. Now let me start by saying that the reason they are my favorite video company is that their aesthetic appeal remains to this day as it did back in the 1980’s,  it’s just for me that the videos of the 80’s,  along with those done by Nuwest at the time,  more closely represented what “DID IT”  for me,  far more than what the English videos did. I can’t help the fact that the early videos strike such a cord with me,  that was my early view,  my early experiences and my early fantasies all rolled up into one.

We are now in the year 2013,  but when I started dating girls we are talking around 1977. The spanking feeling had always been with me even though I never understood it,  and this was a time when spanking in everyday life was quite prevalent. Girls back then didn’t wear bottle green knickers,  let me assure you of that. It was a while before I had my first spanking experience but I had become enamored by girls dressing pretty,  so while I had no experience to speak of,  what I did have were fantasies by the bucket load. The first girl that I spanked had on a short blue skirt and underneath it she wore white nylon panties as everyone knows by now,  and I am sure that this is where I differ from everyone else,  it had an effect on me like nothing else has ever had an effect on me. In the three months after that spanking I did spank her a few more times but the relationship waned from there,  but my appreciation for the female body had been set in stone by that one relationship.

It is time for TMI Tom to come out now as I am about to share with you my views on how it affects my domination,  and I will be the first to admit that mine are pretty neanderthal. There is nothing that turns me on more psychologically than a girl dressing as I envision them in a time gone by. We are talking about the true girly girl here,  ribbons,  bows,  ruffles,  silks,  satin’s,  nylons,  even down to cute pajamas. I think sometimes people perceive that I like just one thing but I don’t,  there can be a 1000 combinations and variations of what I perceive to be feminine,  and not just the clothing but the attitude as well. My feelings can be seen as chauvinistic,  and perhaps they are,  but this is solely in relation to my spanking life. Actually,  check that,  I think it applies to my real life as well because the more girly a lady dresses,  then the more attention I will give them. Case in point,  the very first time that I played with Missy was two years ago. We had planned that it was going to happen and I had decided to dress dapper for the evening event. It wasn’t that I was waiting for Missy,  I was engaging in regular conversations in the ballroom. In fact I will go one better than that,  when what I am about to say happened I was talking to two guys and they were being incredibly rude and patronizing. They had taken the name Richard Windsor and because of that alone they were displaying ugly jealousy because I got to play with certain girls. Funny that I remember that clearly as I tried to smile and be friendly. Anyway,  as I stood there in an uncomfortable manner I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of a woman wearing a white dress. Immediately,  and I do mean immediately,  my hormones kicked in and the alpha male rose within me. I had no idea who it was,  but I darn well was going to find out just as soon as I could excuse myself from the conversation I was in. Anyway,  with very little dignity I turned to find the girl in white to find out who it was and what my approach would be. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the girl in the white dress was actually Missy!! I was flabbergasted!! Even more so that I knew she had dressed with me in mind. Of course the bar that she set was far higher than the one that I imagined.

That’s what it does to me,  the more girly a female is then the more dominant and confident I feel,  and again by girly I mean how it is seen through my eyes. I really don’t know why it is,  I haven’t worked this part out yet,  when a girl is dressed in what my perception of femininity is,  it makes me become the alpha lion,  in a sort of caveman mode. Perhaps there is some deep rooted psychology in play,  but I want to ravage them,  and by that I mean in the sadistic spanko way,  it is testosterone fueled for me.

Now I am going to get even deeper here and talk about when a girl dresses especially with me in mind.

Overall I think that I am a confident person,  though I am also quite a stubborn individual full of respect,  pride,  loyalty and passion at times. Disrespect me and you will find that out,  I am a very proud man and while I am understanding,  once pushed over the line there is really no coming back. It is that old British stiff upper lip thing that they talk about from days gone by,  somehow that gene got passed down to me. On the other end of that I am as loyal as a dog,  and this comes into play when someone does something for me. I’m a very,  very strange character in this regard,  certainly as a member of the male species. This I know goes back to my childhood because we were as dirt poor as dirt poor could be,  and I suffered an awful lot of cruelty on top of that.

Why do I bring that up? Well it’s because I think that I am very different to other guys in that the smallest thing can have the biggest impact on me. I have notes,  trinkets,  items of no value whatsoever that have been given to me over the years that I have kept. I even have withered flower that was once affectionately placed in my hat at a party years ago. As complex as I am as an individual,  I am also incredibly simple,  when someone does something for me with affection,  it means more to me than it does to the average person. It means to me that I have the acceptance of that person and they in turn have my loyalty. Materialistic items have little appeal to me,  but personal ones have a lot of appeal. That is the area where I am at my most appreciative,  when I am thought of. Unfortunately with the ying comes the yang and I tend to become overly stoic and unresponsive when I feel that I am being disrespected,  betrayed or used. It is worth mentioning because there is little middle ground for me and I am fully aware that that can be seen as a fault. Acceptance is vital for me though. It might be strange to hear a guy say that so openly but it is nonetheless true,  I’ve had my share of bad times,  very bad times,  that is why I only accept good ones now. Seriously,  I  “could”  write a pity party book as to the treatment I have received during my life,  but I won’t and I never will. Just trust me,  if you know what I have gone through you will understand why I will NEVER allow myself to be treated badly under any circumstance,  ever,  by anyone. The only person who would get away with that is my Brother. The people who treat me right have my loyalty and the more valuable that I am in that person’s eyes,  then the more valuable they become in mine. That goes for both men and women. In a way I have kind of gotten used to it by now,  but when I first started meeting people they put me on a pedestal that I don’t belong on,  and subsequently they would be surprised that I was just a humble old man. That’s the thing though,  they treated me right and therefore they became valuable to me. It doesn’t matter who it is or what their story is,  I have become friends with so many wonderful people over the years,  people who I would have never envisioned being friends with.

If you are a female then you may have fallen prey to this yourself,  and if you have then you know it,  so what I am about to say will be no surprise to you. My interest in playing comes directly from the girl. If she is gung ho and has contacted me,  asked me what I like,  expressed a desire to play with me,  or done something with me in mind then my interest level is at its pique. Don’t get me wrong,  a girl doesn’t have to ask me to play for me to understand that she wants to,  I am very astute in that area,  she is able to give that vibe without saying so. You have heard me say it a million times already,  it’s the one thing that I am the best at,  I know who likes me as a person and who doesn’t,  unquestionably,  and I act accordingly. Doesn’t mean that I get all bitchy and in your face,  I still have morals and ethics that allow me to be polite,  however,  the stronger the feelings are then the stronger I am likely to react,  either positively or negatively. If a girl is ambivalent to my presence and has an attitude of  “Maybe we should play later”  then my response is equally as ambivalent  “Yeah,  maybe we should,  or maybe we shouldn’t,  whatever”. Lastly of course we have the girls who have a strong feeling about wearing something with another person in mind. Now don’t get me wrong,  I am all for empowering yourself and if that is one area that is a red flag for you then I am cool with that. Generally the response in which I am not agreed with is in the form of  “Well I wear this and I wear that and this is how I act,  either love it or leave it”. Well thank you for your honesty,  I will probably take the latter thank you.

I admit to being spoiled,  perhaps if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t feel this way,  but I am blessed with some of the nicest girls as play partners that I know who understand me and likewise,  I understand them. My life is full of positives,  that is where I am spoiled,  and I am so very fortunate that I have these special people in my life to play with. The door is always open for anyone to come through,  however a lot of people choose not to and that is okay. In a way I think my attitude rubs off on other people,  I want to be happy,  positive,  loving and seen as a person who loves and enjoys life. If you understand where I came from then you will understand why I want positiveness in my life. Fortunately my acceptance is limited to individuals,  I have little to no desire to seek acceptance or approval from a group,  my interpersonal dynamics are strong and nothing will ever take that away from me,  nor the girls that I share them with. Time sorts everything out,  if you stick to your morals and principles everything that is meant to be will be.

So with that in mind let me delve into the scenes that I crave and what they mean to me,  and indeed what the people mean to me. Based on what I have said so far,  can people understand why I fawn over the girls who do something for me in regards to my play?

My views on femininity are not just tied to clothing,  though it is a huge part of it,  my views also extend to demeanor. This one is going to be hard for me to put into words but I will give it a shot,  but in a nutshell,  the more submissive a girl is to me then the more dominant that I become. Dressing with me in mind is a form of that submission,  when a girl does something for me it empowers me,  makes me growl in anticipation. Let me try to give you an idea of what I mean.

It is much to my own detriment that I am about to say this,  but I NEVER watch my own videos,  they were made to make money and therefore that is what they mean to me. I do fairly well with them but on a personal level they were a job. Now,  the personal videos that I have recorded,  I watch them over and over again. What those videos are capturing are real scenes being played out,  and every video that I have has aspects of the submission that I crave. In those videos I watch my demeanor in how I interact with the girl in question. For her part she has dressed to the nines with everything that I love and it has empowered me so much that I watch my own performance and say to myself “That’s hot”. One video in particular I have watched dozens of times,  it is a gift that I treasure,  a gift that allowed me to be that unwavering strict dominant.

Submission to me is a package deal and as I mentioned at the start,  I can’t help what does it for me. At the party on Saturday night Missy had said to me  “Can you please let me know when you are going to bed because I want a bedtime spanking from you”

Here’s the thing,  right there Missy told me that I was important to her,  not that I don’t know that anyway,  but she had one bedtime spanking in her and she asked me to give it to her. Missy is the coolest roommate on the planet and I am so glad that we have an unique dynamic. During the party we do our own thing,  we both have people that we want to play with and we both have people who want to play with us,  and we even play with each other during the party itself outside of our hotel room. It is such a great dynamic because at the end of the night,  far from being jealous or envious of anyone,  we actually sit down and chat and tell each other of all the wonderful experiences that we have each had that day and the wonderful people that we have encountered. The bedtime spankings are the best. Pajamas have their own unique special appeal anyway,  I think that most people can agree on that one,  so they put me in toppy mode right from the get go. The bedtime spanking can be gentle or it could be hard,  either way it doesn’t matter because I am in charge of how it proceeds. Once it is over comes the best part,  I generally find that I have a fuzzy kitten beneath me who has curled up into a ball,  sidled up to me with my arms around her and we fall asleep like that. Now tell me,  does that not sound like a wonderful dominant/submissive dynamic?

Missy and I are still exploring the foundations of our own personal dynamic,  but I really like where it is going. She  ‘gets’  what it is that I like,  even though perhaps initially she didn’t quite understand why. If you look at her now though,  I think she will be the first to tell you that when she dresses  ‘girly’  it makes her feel more submissive inside. That is exactly the feelings that I go through,  only mine are on the other end of the spectrum in that it makes me feel masculine. It really seems pretty simple to me,  if a girl wears something to a scene that the guy has asked for,  it is a form of submission. There is the comfort factor I think for her as well,  I’m a safe person,  a secure one,  someone who she can just talk to without being judged.

You may think that by reading what I have written so far that things are quite complicated for me,  but in reality they are not. I just happen to know what I like and what is important to me. At parties I will play with just about anyone who wants to play with me,  that really isn’t an issue,  what I am talking about here are those special times that become important to me.

In a way I am pleased with myself that I am not flaky,  there are clear lines for me. There is a reason why I talk so much about Missy and ellee,  they get me,  they understand why things are important to me. The most important thing of all though is that based on that knowledge,  they go out of their way to make me feel special. That is why they top the Windsor tree and why they are very special girls to me,  they make me feel important and in turn they are important to me. There is a certain dynamic that I have with each girl and no matter what,  I will still have that with each of them at the end of the day. They both have their own dynamics with others as do I,  but in some small part we have our own dynamics and I treasure that.

So let me sum everything up as I feel like I have rambled a lot and perhaps I have made this journal entry so hap hazard that nobody will understand what I mean.

Femininity –  In my eyes it equals girly girl. Please don’t think that it consists of one item or one scene or one structure,  it doesn’t. It isn’t only about style of clothing it is about demeanor as well. In this instance we are talking about a spanking dynamic,  I love the vulnerability,  the resignation of submission,  in my mind it is an old school male/female dynamic. The prettier that a girl dresses then the more that I invest myself in them,  and pretty in this instance is arbitrary. I would find a girl wearing 27 bracelets,  wild 80’s hair with a pink streak in it,  and wearing sweatpants as sexy as I would a girl dressed head to toe in virgin white. Each one has an area of femininity. Don’t worry if you think that I am weird,  you wouldn’t be alone,  I’m quite used to being mocked for what I like. You would be surprised at what I have remembered with special people over the years. From the very first spanking that I gave when I joined the Internet,  Pixie wearing rings on all 10 fingers and thumbs and standing in the kitchen making salad wearing just a t-shirt and panties,  to the very last,  ellee as a schoolgirl wearing panties that almost made me make an audible sound when I revealed them. She doesn’t even know that as I have yet to tell her,  but they were perfect and took me back so far to a pleasurable time in my life. Throughout my entire journey there are so many highlights that I recall fondly and therefore I likewise remember the girls just as fondly. What I remember increases ten fold when I know that they girl wore what she wore with me in mind.

Submission –  It takes many forms,  but my view is pretty basic. I consider submission as a gift to me personally,  that is what it is at its core,  a gift. This is all to do with demeanor. The girl can dress the prettiest on the planet but if her demeanor is self centered then her appeal to me is limited. Trust me,  I realize that what I am saying makes me pretty self centered,  but everything that I say is reciprocated. As an example,  when I did a scene with Alex and ellee it was done so with what I knew about them in mind. I spanked ellee first for a reason,  and my reason was because I thought that Alex would get more from standing in the corner listening to ellee get spanked first. In Las Vegas I spent the entire Sunday morning trying to get into Alex’ head,  even though I was in public with a group I stayed in character,  dressing snazzy and appearing stern. It worked because she noticed it,  and it was deliberate on my part. So while the scene itself was a relatively short time,  the scene had begun for me,  though it was actually done so for HER,  an hour before we even played. What she wanted was important to her,  so I did everything within my power to make it perfect for her. I’m pretty deliberate there,  just like when a girl is doing something for me to make me happy,  in return I do my best to do for them what it is that makes the scene work,  I invest myself a lot for that purpose.

Many people know what I am talking about when I talk of my feelings towards domination and submission,  it is all about giving each other a gift. It took me many years to work that out and now I am beginning to fully understand it. What it essentially comes down to for me is that when submission is given,  it empowers me to feel even more dominant. I can’t help going back to the Snow White analogy,  she is supposed to be sugar and spice and all things nice,  but she just makes me feel sadistic,  like it is the polar opposite of what is supposed to happen. There has to be some deep rooted evil in me,  don’t you think?

When I summarize what it is that I like in my own mind there is a question that I am frequently asked that keeps popping up,  and the question is really just based on a consensus of comments that are generally thrown around. “Why do I get to play with so many people”?

Maybe this is my ego talking but I think that I know the answer,  and if you disagree with me then by all means feel free to tell me so. I think that the answer to this is based on my ethics,  I believe in being nice to everyone unless they make it known that they really don’t like me. There are a great many people who I don’t do it for and I’m able to see that right away,  which is why I really don’t waste my energy or their time trying to make it happen. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like them or they are not very important people in my life,  we just don’t have that spanking connection but I love them just as much as the people I play with. There are also old fashioned values that I adhere to and I think that girls enjoy this. If something is needed to be said that I will handle it on my own,  in person. Mostly,  and this will make me sound like the biggest egotistical prick of all,  I really don’t give a flying fuck whether I play with someone or not no matter who they are. You take everything that I have written so far and piece it together,  I have the best playmates on the planet,  and the planet we are speaking of is my own planet. Criteria has to take place for me to make it work for me,  so how can I miss out on anything when I am not getting what I want out of it? I’ve never once asked the question to myself  “Why is she playing with him and not me”? because I view it differently,  I view it very selfishly indeed because I have my answer before the question even crops up. The reason that I am not playing with her is because she doesn’t do it for me or I don’t do it for her. It almost feels like a superpower in this world of ours,  I never worry about the Jones’  and what they have,  simply because they don’t have what I have. For me it has to work for me to want it,  with no disrespect meant to anyone,  you guys are entitled to your triggers also.

This is something that I see as confidence which I believe is a trait that is viewed positively. Even if it is egotistical confidence it is still far better than appearing whiny. When I did something at I didn’t even think twice about it,  but it has been mentioned so much since that time that I have come to appreciate it myself,  and it is to do with confidence. On only one occasion did Missy forget her room key at the party and she knew what my reaction was going to be to that. When I got to the room she started to give her explanation about what had happened,  but I just pretty much ignored her. As she talked I simply went about my business of emptying my pockets piece by piece,  that is the one thing that is constantly mentioned to me. Now that I look back on it even I think that it is hot,  it really didn’t matter what she had to say,  she was getting spanked. That’s why I am starting to get this whole world of domination,  the girls in the room thought that it was hot that I confidently went about my business of preparing for Missy’s spanking whilst she tried to plead her case. Once I had finished emptying my pockets I sat down and called her over and gave her a spanking. I was thinking about it through my eyes and I didn’t think much about it at all,  that was what was supposed to happen,  but now that it has been pointed out to me numerous times I can appreciate it for myself now,  that is exactly the whole domination/submission thing that I am talking about.

I understand that what I have said in the last few paragraphs makes me sound like an egotistical prick,  but I’m afraid that it is nothing but the truth that I am speaking. In order for it to work for me,  I have to work for the girl,  and if I don’t then I am simply not interested in playing with her. That’s why I am successful and probably why I am always happy. A lot of people worry about what they are not getting and it is the one area where I am blessed the most,  how can I worry about what I am not getting when I didn’t want it in the first place? A lot of you may read this and think that I put WAY too much into thinking about what works for me,  but think about it for just a minute,  perhaps I do,  but I also think that I get the biggest rewards when I get what I am looking for. My pinnacles aren’t about spanking as many bums as I can or collecting the biggest coup of women that I can find,  it’s not about how hard I can hit or how I am perceived by others,  whether I have a place in this group or that group. My pinnacles are about connections,  and when I get those connections they are magical and powerful. I’m never in competition with anyone because they can’t compete in my world,  I love what I have,  what I want and what I like. It isn’t anything that can be taken away from me. I’m dead serious when I say this,  I can play with one girl for an entire party,  for one scene tailored especially for me,  and I think I would walk away from that party far more enriched than some guy keeping a calculator of how many girls that he has spanked that party.

On a deeper level it also plays a role in my interpersonal relationships,  I know how people are supposed to be treated and how they are not,  and my interactions follow the same path as they do within the spanking world. Good equals good and bad equals bad and all that,  but that is not really the focus of what I am talking about today.

Let me finish up for now with the final statement.

Far from anyone reading this thinking that I seem to be confused,  let me assure you that I am not. The reasons that I enjoy myself so much at events is because I am afforded what I desire in spades,  and it doesn’t matter to me if it happens once or if it happens ten times. I’m unable to miss out on anything because what I want is given to me. For things to work for me then my play partner has to be interested in me and just as importantly,  what it is that I like. It isn’t a one way street,  likewise I will go out of my way to make other people happy. In fact it is fair to say that many times I will play solely with the other person in mind,  after all,  let’s be fair,  if I expect girls to understand me then I had better darn well understand them as well.

If you can make head or tail about what I have written here then perhaps you can understand why I can never be disappointed at a spanking party,  the positive interactions are so important to me and they are what I strive for,  so I spend my time seeking them out. If it isn’t positive then it can’t be negative because it would have been a non starter for me in the first place.

Now I am fully aware that my ramblings here are a bit jumbled,  in fact I started this last Thursday and it was only today that I actually found my writing rhythm which is perhaps why the latter part of the post may read better than the opening. Just to make sure that it wasn’t too jumbled I asked Missy to review it and give me her feedback,  I wanted to make sure that it could be read and understood as I envision it in my mind. Please don’t make an assumption on any part of this,  if there is something that needs clarification then please ask me. Like I said,  these writings were done over several days so my mind may have wandered a bit. Perhaps if it isn’t clear in peoples minds I will write it again and try to be more concise,  but just be aware,  I am a happy man and hopefully this writing will give you some understanding as to why I am happy and content. It isn’t possible for me to be unhappy because I’m blessed with fantastic people in my life and hopefully there will be more to come.

Evolving To 50

You would think that as I approach 50 years old that I would have it all figured out by now,  but I don’t,  not by a long shot. It is something that I am getting closer to though,  partially getting back to the way that I used to be and partially evolving into who I want to be …  (continued below)

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Yet another party has come and gone and once more the smile remains on my face a week later. It is hard to explain to anyone,  in fact I don’t even know if I can. Many years ago I was living in the projects and someone knocked on my door. Trying to work out who it was I discovered it was my next door neighbor who had locked herself out and she was trying to use my balcony to get into her own apartment. What I remember most of all though was when another person who was in the hallway replied to the question   “Who lives there”? The response was  “A jolly white guy”

That’s who I am now,  that old jolly white guy.

I really believe that when my younger brother died it changed me for the worse. There was a bit of anger in me and quite a bit of anti-social behavior. I’ve never really been one to take anyone’s shit,  but over the last few years I started to challenge people,  even so far as doing so in public. Sometimes I felt I was on a suicide mission,  lol. But I changed my life,  I quit going out drinking,  went on a lifestyle changing diet,  lost a ton of weight and started to get my confidence back.

Spanking is my outlet from the day to day rigors of life. It excites me,  it pleasures me and it provides stimulation to my mind on a day to day basis. For some reason I lost the fun for such a long time. I’m not going to lie,  partially it was the negativity that I perceived was happening more than I cared for. Here is the thing though,  the negativity was always there,  what had changed was my reception to it and how I handled it.

Case in point,  it is the nature of the beast that you are going to be insulted from time to time,  whether maliciously or otherwise. At the party last year I was insulted and my reaction to it was pretty strong,  it pissed me off to no end and made me really mad. This year was no different,  on one occasion I was insulted,  but here is the thing,  my reaction to it this year was completely different. This year I was disappointed and I thought of the good things about the party. I wasn’t at the party to encroach on anyone’s territory,  I had all the fun that I needed and a line of people to share that fun with. Instead of stewing about it,  I just distanced myself from the situation and avoided it the best I could. The line was drawn in the sand and I had no intention of crossing it,  my side of the sand was beautiful.

The bottom line is that you are in control of how you respond to everything and how you present yourself to others. The biggest change for me from last year is that I’m not going to allow myself to be emasculated online anymore. I’m still the same fun guy who likes to play,  I will still make the crazy videos where I set myself up as the bad guy and I will still be the butt of a joke just as long as I am a part of the joke. No longer will I play the role of human piñata anymore.

I still need to work on my feelings to online postings and I have to focus on the fun aspect of it. It should be pretty easy,  there are a ton of fun people to engage with,  though I tend to get pulled into the negativity that is posted. That is going to be my biggest challenge. Despite having one of the best times ever last week I got drawn into it once more,  I wanted to read about everyone’s happiness and joy,  the last thing that I wanted was to hear about the sucky side of attending parties. As I said above though,  it was really down to me to focus on all of the positives and ignore the negative side of things. Case in point,  the Brit meet was a roaring success with a room chock full of people,  yet it didn’t stop someone badmouthing the event no sooner than stepping five feet in the room. I handled that one well though,  I just shook my head and felt sorry for the person. It wasn’t the event that pissed them off,  it was the fact that I had arranged something so successful. There is a reason that I have stopped posting threads on the spanking world,  my life has changed quite a bit and if I don’t mind saying so,  it has changed for the better.

There is a fear about writing about spanking parties in that one is going to summarize the event and it will be inevitable that someone will be offended at having been left out. That is something that I can’t help though,  I can only write about the things that stood out for me as really special memories. At the party I must have played with about 40 girls,  so if your name isn’t mentioned then please don’t take it personally,  for one I’m a guy and I just won’t remember every play session that I had.

Let me start with elleebutt.

Before the party I had exchanged text’s and messages with ellee,  knowing that being at a party of this magnitude and being one of the people who greeted pretty much everyone,  we were going to be lucky to get any time together,  certainly as it relates to previous events anyway.

We had one big event that we had planned and it was something to look forward to with Alex Reynolds,  though of course I was hoping for more being the greedy sod that I am. On Thursday I was very fortunate that I asked her to play and she gladly agreed. You know what,  I have never spanked a girl wearing yoga pants before,  and elleebutt in yoga pants just made me shake my head with how lucky I was.

Of course I knew that under the pants there would be a thong and I took some delight in hearing her explanation (which I knew already) about not wearing panties under yoga pants because of panty lines. Psst,  ellee,  it’s a spanking party,  panty lines under yoga pants are TOTALLY acceptable at a spanking party.

The schoolgirl scene that I did with ellee and Alex will be in part two of this tale,  but I want to point out something that really meant something special to me.

On Saturday night I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off,  bouncing from one area to the next and feeling pretty tired. Heading towards my room for a bit I bumped into ellee who was milling around the area where my room was. Of course I grabbed her for a hug and asked her what she was up to. Her response blew me away and was the nicest thing that I heard all weekend. Now I know a lot of people said a lot of nice things,  but this one meant something very personal to me.

ellee responded to my question by saying  “I’m waiting for you to give me a spanking”

I’m not over exaggerating here,  those words made me feel like a king. Neither one of us were going to go short in the play department this weekend and her and I have played a lot of the last six months,  so even if we didn’t play a whole lot then I just knew that on other occasions this year we will. I’m telling you though,  that act made me feel so special as a person. Somebody who means so much to me was prepared to wait for me and perhaps even turn down play by doing so,  just so that she could give me an audience,  man I felt so good about myself. ellee was already on a high platform in my eyes for what she has done for my emotional state this year,  that simple act has elevated her even higher in my eyes,  she is a very,  very special person.

I’m going to finish off segment one with my roommate,  Missy Doright. Both Missy and ellee will feature in the second part but I want to also give Missy her own space.

A year ago we had shared a room once more as we had done at previous parties. Due to my demeanor at that party,  it wasn’t an event for the history books and we hardly played that weekend. Once the party was done we even lost touch for quite a while afterwards.

In Vegas this year and even before,  the two of us had reconnected just like we had when we first met. In fact in Vegas there was a happy spark,  the playful banter and some great play sessions.

My approach this year was entirely different, no longer was I the lord protector. This year I took my own times with Missy as special events,  but aside from that she was on her own. I desperately wanted her to go out and get her butt beat,  or beat some butts,  get her punishments due and cry some tears.

This is about me now and how content I have become. So many people have given me validation this year as to my value as a person,  and Missy is no different. Her approach to me has been a lesson as to how I approach others. When we left Vegas on the van ride to the hotel,  Missy said the following  “I could kiss ellee for giving you your mojo back”

Think about that for a minute. Missy is thinking about me,  she is thinking about ellee and she is wanting the best for the people that she cares for. It was a further lesson for me,  and while I have always wanted the best for my friends and for them to be happy with what they do,  it reinforced in my mind that things are good for me.

Here is the deal. At one point in my life I concerned myself too much with how I was viewed by other people,  not really from a competition standpoint but from where I stood in the pecking order. That isn’t something that I think about anymore,  I know where I stand and it isn’t on the platform that other people put me on,  it is on the platform that I put myself on.

I’m really a simple creature,  yet so complex. All I need in life is to have some importance to someone else. Quite frankly I really don’t know if I can explain it fully without coming across as an egocentric prick,  because that really isn’t how I look at it. All I want is some importance to someone,  no matter how small it is. I’m not in competition with anyone,  I don’t have any resentment towards others and what they have,  I’m just really,  really comfortable with what I have. If I’m important enough to someone that they will take an extra step for me,  then by default that person is important to me. You all know that I have written at great length about this,  but it is a very integral part of who I am. Perhaps it is ego driven,  I really don’t know,  but when someone does something for me it empowers me and makes me feel dominant,  which in our world is never a bad thing. If it is all about them then I simply go through the routine of being rent-a-spanker.

Today is one of those days where I could write forever about my feelings and perhaps I will continue writing right now,  who knows. There is quite a popular fetish out there that has many variables,  it goes along the lines of  “I want a man who is strong enough to dominate me”,  I take it one further as to how I view it  “I want a woman strong enough to allow me to dominate her”

Back to Missy’s comment. ellee didn’t give me my mojo back,  I found that myself,  what ellee did was put the spark back in my eye,  she reminded me of the joy that I should be feeling. She made me feel important and special,  she took the blinders off of me. That enjoyment was always there for me to have,  I just wasn’t allowing myself to have it. There are a great many people who have done that for me for years,  I just wasn’t allowing myself to see it. Missy was one of those people,  she is no different than she was last year. What was different this year was that I allowed myself to see it.

Do you know what it means to me to tame the tiger? Not what you might think!

It was all about validation. Before turning in for the night Missy had texted me  “Let me know when you go to bed so that I can get a bedtime spanking”. Strike 1,  I had my place,  I was important enough that I was wanted. Strike 2,  Missy came in the room and pounced on me like a tiger attacking her prey,  it was validation that she was happy in my company,  relaxed,  playful and looking forward to me. Strike 3,  she bounced on the bed on all fours growling at me,  telling me visually that she wanted to dance. Strike 4,  I put her over my knee and turned her from a playful tiger to a purring kitten within a minute. Strike 5,  afterwards we snuggled and she fell asleep while I lay there with a big smile on my face,  I was someone!

I’m pretty complex,  aren’t I?

I don’t even know if anyone gets what I am saying,  gets me or even understands a word that I am talking about,  but I know it. Spanking isn’t about competition for me,  it isn’t about keeping up with the Jones’,  it isn’t worrying about what other people have. What I have is magical and the people who get me share that magic. I don’t dish out pity spankings,  and by pity spankings I mean  “I best let Richard play with me”. All I ever wanted was a small spark that I mean something to someone,  that I am important enough in their eyes that they want to engage with me.

The biggest step of all,  and the one that none of this would be possible was the very first step. First of all I had to be comfortable with whom I was,  and now I am. My confidence is oozing,  I’m confident enough to say to myself that I don’t want to be with the cool kids if I am not cool enough for them. Why on earth would I? I have the best life ever! When one of my girls does something for me and makes me someone important to them,  then it makes me feel like the coolest kid on the block,  and it makes them a princess in my eyes.

I didn’t get very far on a party report,  did I? It doesn’t matter though,  in part two I will get down to the nitty gritty about the event itself and the wonderful people who I played with. I kind of shortchanged Missy in this episode,  didn’t I,  so I will start with her in part two of my party tales. To finish with though,  here are 3 important things to me that happened to me last week,  just to further confuse you about who I am.

Prux was bitterly disappointed to a point that she almost cried because I had let her down,  and while this may confuse you,  that was something very important. Why you may ask? It is simple,  it meant that I really meant something to her that she was so upset about it,  and that to me makes her very important in my eyes. I can’t fix what I did,  or more importantly what I didn’t do,  but what I can do is go the extra mile the next time that I see her to show her that she is important to me as well. It won’t fix everything,  but it will show her that I am human and that I make mistakes.

Often I see someone dressed nicely and I say to myself  “They look nice”. Last week I didn’t do that. Last week I saw someone wearing a beautiful dress and I went out of my way to tell them that I thought it looked gorgeous,  for no other reason than I wanted them to feel good about themselves. It was about the only words that I spoke all weekend to this person,  but it made me feel really good to say that.

And lastly for now,  the party was over,  everyone was saying their goodbyes and I had my own journey to make home. Missy wouldn’t let me,  she wanted to drive me somewhere,  no matter where that was. She wanted to spend just a little extra time with me. Now read all that I have written above and answer me this,  how do you think that made me feel about myself?