"Pull your pants down to your knees." "Yes, Sir." "Now your panties, yes, down to your knees. Now, lift your sweater. I want to see my belt." I obey. Standing in front of him, still wearing my sweater, shoes and socks, but exposed from my waist to my knees, his leather belt encircling me. "There's … Continue reading The Weekend
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The Conversation
This is the third in a series of posts. The first is In the Corner; the second is Out of the Corner. But you don’t have to read the first two to enjoy this one. After the very hard spanking, he cuddled her on his lap for a long time. The he patted her bottom … Continue reading The Conversation
Out of the Corner
It was an even more repentant submissive who came out of the corner. Between the plug and the corner, she was glowing, happy to do anything he asked of her. He had removed the plug, but that lovely sense of submission remained. ”Here,” he said, pointing at the floor in front of him. He was … Continue reading Out of the Corner
It’s Not a Chastity Belt, But…
If you read my friend Nijntje's blog, (and if you don’t, you should), then you know that her Master has required her to wear her chastity belt again for some specified hours of the day. It’s a lovely part of their dynamic. I don’t have a chastity belt (although I wonder about it when I … Continue reading It’s Not a Chastity Belt, But…
The Tawse Two
I was planning to go to the grocery when I realized I was alone in the house. I put my keys back on the key rack. Thought about where everyone had gone, estimating when they might be back. I messaged Sir. I think I'm alone now. The chorus of this song played in my head: … Continue reading The Tawse Two
And The Tawse, Oh, My
Yes, that's belts and spoons and The Tawse, oh, my... Meet The Tawse. The Tawse is about 15 inches long, thick and somewhat stiff. And you can see that it's split at the end, then each part of it is split again. Before this week, I had only used it very briefly, just long enough … Continue reading And The Tawse, Oh, My
Meet the Spoon. My Spoon
A friend of mine recently wrote a post about a wooden spoon. She called it the “ouchie little monster.” It looked - well, you know how this work. It was intriguing. It called to me. And it was scary. It didn’t take long for my Sir to let me know that I was going to … Continue reading Meet the Spoon. My Spoon
In the Corner
"You know what you need to do," he said. She was standing in the corner, bottom on display. "But I don't want to stand in the corner," she said. She felt like stamping her foot, but knew that wouldn't be a good idea. It wasn't the first time she had protested the injustice of the … Continue reading In the Corner
A Tawse?
I'm not planning to keep youall posted on every little thing that happens in my life, not even the exciting little things. But after my last post, my friend Nora commented, sharing from her own experience a couple of ways I might improve the effectiveness of my self-spanking. Nora advised me that standing straight when … Continue reading A Tawse?
Acquisition: Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham, Part 18
This is Part XVIII, the final part of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago. Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham. You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales. Part 1, … Continue reading Acquisition: Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham, Part 18
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