I hate colds. I’m not doing so well. The cold itself isn’t so horrible. I mean it’s just an ordinary cold. But I am feeling way ‘off’. For one thing I’m hungry. I haven’t really felt hungry since I began Weight Watchers. I felt in control of my eating. I thought being sick made you lose your appetite, but not for me. Now I’m hungry, and I feel pitiful because I’m sick, so I want to eat good stuff like cake and chips and cookies. I hadn’t been cheating. Well not much, but I gained 1.6 pounds. I explained to Nick that my head weighed an extra 10 pounds so in reality I must have really lost. I don’t think he’s buying it but he knows I’m feeling bad so he hasn’t had much to say about it. I know it’s ...

"Better hang on because I'm going to rock your world." Debra told him. After seeing her in a short skirt at the law firm, he'd follow her anywhere.
She put him over her knee, naked, and applied the flat of her hand. Best to establish who was in charge from the first date. Debra enjoyed the echoing sound of the spanking, the reddening flesh, the hardness of his penis.
By the time her hand started to hurt, they were both ready for it. She marched him into the shower for a long, slow fuck.

I have mentioned Dana Kane's blog several times.  She writes a really good blog, has done some amazing videos and has assisted us in some 'behind the scene' technical help.
One of Ms. Kane's videos featured a OTK rug beater that is offered by 'Cane-Iac'.  When I showed this video to Cora she said, "Get one!"  So I hopped onto the Cane-Iac site and located the OTK rug beater.  Sadly, they were out of stock on this item.  Apparently, Ms. Kane's video had quite an 'impact' on their supply.  (Note:  since then they have restocked and Cora now has one.  More on that later).
So, I decided to 'surf' through the site and found some really cool items.  One was a 5 minute hour glass.  I guess ...

Tonight’s punishment felt special. Special because Mistress was really laying on the cane as hard as she could. My initial 36 strokes left me close to tears once more. This has suddenly become the norm – my nearly crying during a punishment - and I wonder why.
I used to be able to take the 36, maybe with some moans, but now I’m on the verge of crying each time.Mistress sat in the chair beside the bench and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed after the 36 were delivered. So often lately I’m been close to being tipped over the edge of what I can take. I need to know what’s on the other side.
Mistress sat tapping the cane against her leg, waiting, I suspect, for my breathing to settle back to some kind of normality. As ...

All bets are in and final.  Unanimously but not surprisingly, everyone here has picked the Patriots to win and cover in tomorrow's big game.  Neither my ass, sissy's bottom, the TC, or anything remotely sexual is on the line tomorrow.  Of course our friend Mick over at UCTMW, a Bengal turned Bronco turned Giants fan might want to concoct something in a last ditch effort to halt the momentum I've had with my sports booking career.
There's also been an unexpected change of plans that will necessitate Jay being away tomorrow.  He'll see the game but it won't be here with the girls (Sherry, Carol, tammy and me).  Our sissy maid will just have one fewer person to wait on during the game.  I've already told her to have ...

Now gentlemen, those of you who have spanking partners will know that the ladies care a great deal about what they wear to a spanking. This usually begins with their underwear but can extend to a whole array of other attire. This got one thinking; even from a gentleman’s point of view clothing can be important. For instance, if a young lady is naked then this surely sends out the wrong message. It suggests sex and fun. It is far better surely if a young lady is only denuded to the minimum extent for her punishment, with just the area of intended chastisement bared. This makes a girl far more conscious of what is to come and keeps her focussed on the intent of the encounter. Take the picture above. If she was completely nude then you might say that ...

In the comments, a number of guys bemoan the fact that my david is so lucky to have me. Well yes he is, but no reason to give up on your mate!
I just finished reading a great e-book called "You Would If You Loved Him". It's an insightful discussion of "sexual paraphilia" (the dirty nasty and fun fetishes we and our partners are all into ;-). It's targeted at reluctant wives and makes a compelling case for why we ought to be catering to our men's kinks and how to go about doing it effectively. You can buy it from Amazon and other places as an e-book for about $10.

It's by a woman named Jacqueline Omerta. She's a professional psychologist, pro-domme, wife, and self-confessed spanko. What a combo!

It describes my david to a ...

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These elegant ladies are preparing for a photo shoot. But what exactly are those photos for? What poses will they find themselves in before the day is over?

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Readers here know we do not have any sort of power dynamic going in our lives. We employ spanking for the physical sensation. Here is an edited account from Strict Julie Spanks about her exploring how a spanking can feel. I went up to david earlier this evening and told him that he needed to give me a spanking, so I would know what it feels like, to allow me to be a better domme to him…… The sensation was pleasant. There was a lot of heat in my butt. I went to a mirror in the hall and saw that I was red all over my backside. I couldn't believe the heat. But it was pleasant, not painful. I wonder if Julie will start capitalizing her husband’s name and bend over for more spankings?

No groaning please. I know everyone, well all those people who are likely to be reading this at any rate (cause if the whole world is reading this blog, then it’s smaller and much less populated than I could imagine), was hoping to see a new part to The Pickett Family Holiday. And just in case anyone is uncertain, this is definitely not part 10. In fact, I have decided there will not be a part 10. Please, no groaning and let me explain because no part 10 doesn’t mean I’m done with Stephanie Pickett or her family.Alright, explanations are due and deserved and so you’ll have one. Maybe. Okay, fine I’ll explain. A little.The Pickett Family Holiday was originally designed to take place during the holiday season, covering Thanksgiving, ...

I had done some hard labor on the property in addition to my daily weight lifting. Not being as full of vigor as in my early days, consequently, I was dragging my ass toward the end of the day. MW noticed. She fixed leftovers for dinner, and we made a good meal of them. As usual, I would have begun to pick up the dishes in preparation for washing them. She said, “You will not. I will take care of them.”
Hm… Taking care of “them” is usually my job. The idea of her washing dishes is blasphemous. I tippy-toed out of the dining room and went back to wasting my time on the computer. An hour or so later I ventured into the kitchen and found the dishes in the sink waiting to be washed. Not having much to do for the evening I decided to do ...

Saturday was our last full day here. Slave is up early at our High Desert Hideaway, getting ready for our drive back to the airport and "civilization". It's snowing and blustery, and as I gazed out into the dark field in front of our house I was a tad spooked?
Were those shadows just the chamisa bushes swaying in the wind?  No.... a little more studying made it clear these were beasts, grazing in our yard in the snow.  Too small for Buffalo (and there really aren't wild ones out here).  Maybe Elk? or a neighbor's cows or horses that got loose in the wind storm last night?  Hard to tell in the dark.
Heck, it could be those local Yak, on the lam to escape being stuffed into a tasty lasagna!
Wonder if they will still ...

It took months of debating and self-assessment to decide whether I should act on the desire to explore total submission that is coupled with strict discipline. Locally it meant that I had to explore the fringes of the BDSM world, and although I am very comfortable in the spanking environment, it took a lot of courage to finally take a very tentative step into the unknown. However, anyone that reads Uncle Nick’s blog will know by now that it turned out to be a disastrous first experience.
I do not hide the fact that I have a dominant personality, but yet, that I am submissive. My self-awareness and understanding of my psyche in relation to the desire to submit, is also at a level where I acknowledge that certain actions, conscious or sub- ...

I think I'm growing into more and more of a wimp by the day. Is it the full time job? Maybe it's having drunk wayyyyy too much wine at some Christmas celebrations this past weekend? Or maybe it's the fact that although I still dream about spanking at night, and although thoughts of it still distract me at work sometimes, I don't enter a spanking in some kind of fantasized other world, one in which endorphins and heightened excitement numb me to what is happening and there is a slight disconnect between mind and body, or should I say, mind and bottom.
Today I was to be punished, and College Guy told me I could pick between 6 cane strokes or 50 bathbrush strokes. I've picked between these choices before, and last time, I ...