She was standing, arms stretched above her head, suspended from a leather leash that ran from her cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. She was fastened securely, and grateful that she was not bound too tightly. She hated being whipped while she was pulled up on her toes. "Ohh!" she cried out - she had … Continue reading Punished
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The Third Wednesday
It was Sir X's birthday yesterday, so we had a special script from Sir Jon. Yes, it was a birthday spanking, only I "took the spanking for him." Sir X is 71. That's a lot of spanks. But the first 36 were with the flogger, and of course, I love that. 35 more with the big paddle - oof! That … Continue reading The Third Wednesday
The Joy of Pain?
I talked about the joy of spanking yesterday. Today... let's take it to a different level. Not better or worse, just different. Of course, there is some pain with spanking - the most erotic spanking will sting or burn - that sensation is what we want. The rush - the brain chemistry at work - mmmmm. But there … Continue reading The Joy of Pain?
The Joy of Spankings…
I may have mentioned before that I love spankings - getting, not giving, of course. So I've been thinking about my history of getting spanked, mentally reviewing all the experiences I've had since I began living kinky back in 2010. By 2013, I had settled in with MP, although he was Sir X back then, and moved … Continue reading The Joy of Spankings…
The 2nd Wednesday
Yesterday was Wednesday. The second time that Sir X followed a script devised by Sir Jon and spanked me, live and in person. This time the script involved the flogger, a belt, and a heavy strap. Sir Jon is experimenting with finding the line between pleasure and pain for me. Sir X is really embracing this poly arrangement, … Continue reading The 2nd Wednesday
Olivia Gets Paddled
I was bent over the end of the bed. It is a high bed, and I am a short woman, so with my torso on the bed, my toes just touch the floor. I am naked. I have been directed to take my clothes off and fold them neatly, which I did. Now there is nothing between me … Continue reading Olivia Gets Paddled
Just Thinking
As youall know, this sudden deep plunge into D/s waters has unbalanced my life in the best of ways. My passions upset my balance. I think that's just how it works. I trust myself to go through these disruptions to my vision of what should be, make room for what is, and come out the other side, … Continue reading Just Thinking
Wicked Naughty Interlude 7
Bound to the massage table, her wrist cuffs attached to rings in the sides of the table, Olivia was unable to get up or even try to protect herself from the belt. Her ass was raised, ankle cuffs fastened so that her legs were spread, leaving her most sensitive parts exposed. And she was completely focused on … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interlude 7
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A bit tired and head-achy this morning - nothing more coffee won't fix. Yesterday, I mentally wrote the whole next installment of Wicked Naughty, but this morning, it feels a bit overwhelming to actually write it down. I know, I don't have to write it for youall, at least that's what I think you'll say. But I … Continue reading Daily
Wicked Naughty Interval 6
Smack! Sir Jon's hand landed on her other ass cheek and she moaned, but relaxed into the sting. He continued spanking her, alternating cheeks. Bound to the massage table as she was, olivia could not escape the blows. And she didn't really want to escape. Sir Jon paused every few spanks and rubbed her ass, or ran his hand over … Continue reading Wicked Naughty Interval 6
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