I let my pretty petite cousin spank me with a switch multiple times when we were teens. She knew all my “sins” and threatened to tell my mother if I didn’t let her. My mother was a sadistic, religious psycho and did a lot more damage than my cousin could. It hurt my bare bottom and I cried but not a bad as mom would have done to me. My cousin was embarrassed when I reminded her of this the other day. Even though that was 27-28 years ago…

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“How bad will it hurt?” I ask suddenly as Cain pulls the car onto the road to head back to my house.

“How bad will what hurt?”

“The spankings, the torture, all the ways you want to punish me.”

“I’m not a sadist, Evan. I don’t get off on hurting women.”

“So it won’t hurt?”

“Oh, it will, but you’ll love the way it hurts,” he says, and as his words fall upon my ears in a harmony of exhilaration and foreboding, I think I’m beginning to understand.

Lilly Black
A Jade’s Trick

Spanking the boys…

August 27, 2016



“Pet, so far we’ve been playing at this. I’m going to take you a bit further. A play spanking can be erotic but I am going to take you flying, so high you’ll never have felt anything like it.” He paused and strolled around the kneeling boy. Damian pulled his hands together behind his back and linked the D rings on the cuffs. “Feel how helpless you are, on your knees to me, waiting for me to decide what to do to you?”

Catt Ford
A Strong Hand

Sunday secrets…

February 7, 2016


leaving me wanting

January 18, 2016


He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist.

“This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.

“Yes, yours…”

Abruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he’s lying on top of me.

“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider…

“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?

Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.

E.L. James
Fifty Shades of Grey


1. Poor, poor Gabriella, made to kneel naked on two family-packs of frozen peas as she licked-out Dee’s cunt.

2. Ordered out on the lane beside our house later that same evening, naked except for an old pair of yellow flip-flops, she pissed on the ivy-covered tree opposite – but like a male dog , on all fours with one leg cocked. She has truly become Dee’s pet.

3. Gabriella made to sit naked at the local BDSM group’s Christmas party with a “Whore for Sale” sign round her neck. Members and their guests encouraged to feel her up and finger her whenever the mood takes them.

4. Transported home naked in the boot of Dee’s car. Dee tells her she’s just “a cock ornament” and orders me to roughly arse fuck her standing in the front porch.

5. At regular intervals on the following day, Dee canes Gabriella on the bare backside – not because she’s done anything wrong, no, she does it because she enjoys doing it. Loves the sound of the swishy bamboo cane impacting on Gabby’s plump bum.

6. On Saturday Gabriella is encouraged to take old Simon home after a lunchtime session in our local hostelry. He’s seventy one years old, a bit skanky-looking , but Gabby must return with evidence that she’s pleasured him, sexually – which she does, handjobing him into a white handkerchief! Simon must think Christmas came early this year.

7. Gabriella delivered to Marcia’s home on the moor. She is to be Marcia’s toilet slave for the day. She has that glazed look on her face when we finally collect her in the evening, the one that says she’s been used and abused to excess all day long by both Marcia and her partner Claire.

8. Monday night Dee devoted two hours to torturing Gabriela’s tits; she did this in front of Bruce and his wife Sherry, old friends and members of a Devon BDSM group. Sherry assisted by clipping a dozen clothes pins on Gabby’s very red breasts and leaving them in place for a quarter of an hour or so. Finally, on her knees, Gabriella pleasured everyone present orally.

9. Dee ordered Gabriella to masturbate while sitting in the Foxglove restaurant. This she did, one hand between her spread legs under the table. Her face flushed redder than I’ve ever seen it before. She bit down hard on her lower lip when she came.

10. Ordered to wear a butt plug for a whole day at work last week. Gabriella in short black skirt went ‘commando’ – this to provide an opportunity for one or more of her colleagues to see the plug in her arse, whenever she bent over to retrieve items “accidentally” knocked to the floor in the office.

11. Eight friends from the local BDSM munch arrived for a “cheese and wine evening”. Gabriella, in the lounge, remained tied to a chair, naked, her knees pulled up to her shoulders, everything exposed and vulnerable, for all our guests to see. And to feel, if they wished.

12. Dee ordered Gabriella to bend over, legs slightly spread, presenting pussy and arsehole to her. Dee then carefully applied mint toothpaste to those meaty pussy lips and the outside of Gabby’s anus. The resulting burning sensation lasted a good thirty minutes. Gabriella became so turned on by it, pussy juice started to dribble down her inner thighs. Dee forcefully inserted Gabby’s panties into her soaking pussy, and masturbated her, then made Gabby take the sodden panties into her mouth and suck on them for ten minutes.

(Please remember, boys and girls, the above scenarios were each carefully worked-out before hand with everyone involved. They were, if you will, wish fulfillment games for Gabriella (and to an extent for Dee). Consent was and is everything in BDSM games. No panties were injured at any point in the proceedings, I can assure you all of this)

Here we are again…

December 27, 2015


How will you spend your day?

December 25, 2015


Bare Bottom Spanking

December 17, 2015


Memory maps.

Light and dark entwining. Shadows in the small back parlour persist, despite the lamp with its rosette shade and the coal fire burning in the hearth. Beside that fire, her armchair with its pattern of rambling roses and its old-fashioned red and white antimacassar. She stands beside the chair, Aunt Deborah, in a plain cream dress, front buttoned…like the wife of some Reverent gentleman whose hobby is the collection of butterflies, which he kills in a bell jar kept for that purpose in the study. Her expression is severe; she’s a typical Christian matriarch, today judging our misdemeanours and dictating punishment.

It’s a weekly ritual. Friday night is punishment night. Aunt Deborah keeps a hard-covered ledger where she notes down any little “naughtiness” during the week. On Friday she adds up these childish wrongs, and pronounces sentence on the guilty party.

Angela has been good and is dismissed. Tansy, on the other hand, has two bad points. Aunt Deborah sits in her armchair and takes Tansy over her knee. She lifts the girl’s skirt and tugs her knickers down to below the curve of her buttocks.

‘Ten hard smacks,’ she says. For this she uses her hand, slapping first one cheek of Tansy’s backside, then the other. This bare bottom spanking happens in front of me. The sound of her hand slapping Tansy’s backside is unforgettable. Imprints itself on your psyche. When punishment is completed Tansy stands, adjusts her underwear and thanks Aunt Deborah. She is then dismissed.

‘I don’t just discipline for actions,’ Aunt Deborah tells me, ‘but for attitude, too. At times I find you a very wilful boy. The only solution to this, in my experience, is very strict discipline.’ She glances at the side table: here lays a paddle, a hairbrush, cane and belt. ‘Heavy punishment is the only antidote. And I will not shirk my God-given duty. No, I will not. Whatever corrective is necessary, I will apply, young man. Do you understand?’

The atmosphere in the parlour is heavy, close. I can smell coal dust and lavender furniture polish. Aunt Deborah tells me to recite the ten commandments. I manage six of the ten.

‘After your punishment here,’ Aunt Deborah says, ‘You’ll go to your room and copy them from your bible forty times. You’ll make sure you memorise them. I shall ask you each day to recite them. Any error will earn you ten hard strokes of the cane. Understand?’

‘Yes, Aunt.’

‘Good,’ she replies. ‘For now I’ll be lenient with you. Forty hard smacks with the hairbrush. Lower your trousers, please.’

Watching Tansy’s punishment, her bare bum, had aroused me. As I pull down trousers and underpants I’m still tumescent. Aunt Deborah notices (how could she not?) and I blush.

‘Come here, young man.’

I advance, face on fire. Uncooperative cock jutting to attention beneath my shirt.

‘That,’ she says, ‘is disgusting. Exercise more control, if you please – now over my knee.’

And so I lower myself across her lap, but in the process my stiffy ends up trapped between her closing legs…wedged, tightly enclosed. Aunt Deborah’s expression is ferocious as she raises the brush. I’m aware of my cock crushed between her legs above the knees. Then the burning impact of the brush on my backside.

‘Count off the strokes,’ she ordered.

‘…two, three, four…’ Fire flaring across my buttocks. No softening or slowing of the blows. The awful stinging is almost unbearable. But each fresh smack of the brush sends a delicious tremor through my stiff, trapped cock.

‘…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…’ My backside is now splotchy red, burning. Still Aunt Deborah strikes, aiming at the cleft, then the right cheek, the left. Hard, harder, hardest.

I groan aloud with sudden realisation of what is happen. ‘Oh, Aunt Debor…’ I try to say her name, but too late. The stiff pencil of my cock jerks involuntarily, once, twice, three times…Head spinning, spunk spurting –

‘Beastly boy,’ says Aunt Deborah. No let up in the blows she’s delivering to my raw bum. ‘Keep counting.’

Eventually my punishment ends. However, because I’d ejaculated between her legs, she makes me bend over a chair. She mixes oatmeal and baking soda together and adds enough water to moisten the ingredients, enough to make a paste and this she applies to the bare red skin of my backside. It stings like hell on the freshly spanked skin.

‘That’s for being totally disgusting,’ she says. ‘It’ll teach you a good lesson. Now clear the puddles of your muck off the floor and go to your room. You’ve got some commandments to learn, young man.’