Gawking times one million...



Some party-goers complain about the gawking but I've never seen it this bad...

"Full" Movie Review - The Killer Inside Me

Went to see “The Killer Inside Me” which is playing in very few theaters but no doubt will be widely available on DVD in mere moments… likely to be of interest to spankos and S&M’ers due to the brief but excellent depiction of spankings (belt and hand) in a sexual context, some breath play and dominant sex, though the violence and some other scenes may be a turn off or even a deal-breaker. I’ll try to tell you what goes on so you can decide. It’s not exactly loaded up with these scenes but the movie is plenty good enough to wait for the ones you want. Overall, though, being based on a novel from around 1970 it’s no surprise that the lead character is portrayed as not only a sadist but a violent sociopath, and at least one submissive is pretty much crazily submissive.

This is a good-sized film with Casey Affleck, Kate Hudson, and Jessica Alba, debuted at Sundance and caused some controversy - it depicts violence toward women in two or three ways, at least… with the title and the publicity I don’t think it’s a secret that some of the violence - basically extreme “domestic” or relationship violence - is, well, extreme, awful, terrible… with critics saying it was too much, too extended (partly gratuitous, they say, in the scene’s length) and some people critical of the film saying that it should not have been filmed at all. I have no stomach for violence toward women, real or filmed, and literally covered my eyes the few short times I had to, which is an option…

The film itself is good enough - cut out the scenes we’re interested in, and the violent ones, and it would be about average for a major motion picture - a film noir/ mystery set in West Texas in the late 50’s, I think, good plot, great actors, none of whom I felt were challenged by their roles. Basically I call these a “99-cent rental,” cable, or on-demand if it’s free.

I don’t consider anything in the first five minutes to be a plot spoiler - usually more than that is in the previews - and that’s probably the hottest scene in the movie… deputy sheriff Casey Affleck calls on hooker Jessica Alba. He is relentlessly polite and she is not, soon slapping at him… quickly gets carried away and he loses his temper. He grabs her, carries her to her bed, throws her down - face down - and climbs on top of her. Soon his belt is snaking through its loops and in his hand… her pants are down, he’s sitting on her legs, and he whips her with his belt… mostly on the right, a couple back-handed on the left… they show her (or someone’s) other-worldly bottom with serious marks wide on the right cheek.

He comes to his senses, stops, and starts apologizing but she stops him and starts kissing him… soon he is taking her, horizontally, from behind…

this is Jessica Alba, so she doesn’t show much (no nipples, not the cleft of her cheeks, I believe - I think she’s saving them ala Halle Berry in hopes of an Oscar which seems unlikely)… still, as a fantasy scene I’d say it’s everything you could hope for.

Very minor plot spoiler…

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Somewhere in here a very brief flashback strongly implies that around age 10 he molested a five-year-old and his 12-year-old adopted brother took the blame for it…

Back to the movie - he’s got a girl but they’re in love, she wants to get out of town and has a plan to get some money, shaking down the son of a local rich man.

Also about this time is a scene - possibly when he shows up at her place an hour before the “victim”/ mark does - where he is on top of her again, belt around her neck… though she doesn’t seem to be choking or in any danger apart from the distinct possibility that she’ll climax to death…

This would be a good time to leave… you’ve seen what you came to see and if you’re alone, just walk out. I tend to doubt that you’d regret 1) doing so or 2) paying to see this much of the movie. If they release a 20-minute version, I’ll buy it.

Okay from here on out the plot spoilers get to be major so that I can tell you what’s coming up.

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The deputy pulls on a pair of gloves and coldly punches the hooker in the face, repeatedly… when she is nearly dead she says “I love you” and he replies “I love you, too” before continuing until she’s dead.

He returns to his girlfriend, worn out - having just screwed the hooker six ways to Sunday, killed her, and investigated it afterward… she wants none of that, opens his pants, gets him in her mouth, and spits him out for “tasting of her.”

Here is a tip for anyone who needs it - if a guy proposes marriage as an apology for cheating, just walk away - unless, that is, you stick around to cut his balls off. Anyway…

Soon we see him spanking her while they make love, once again focusing on the outside of her right cheek… (from on top, to remind him of the hooker) - and pushing her face a lot, which I didn’t completely get…

Gets kinkier in a hurry - he opens a bible and finds black-and-white x-rated shots of his mother, who died when he was six, I think they said - smiling shots with definite marks… he remembers her wanting to teach him to box, take off his shirt and punch her…

Then mom, who looks enough like Kate Hudson (for the psychology) but isn’t - is shown in another flashback, lying on the bed, backside well striped, looking back at her very young son (not shown) saying “see what your daddy did to me? Do you want to do more? I like it when you hurt me,” or something like that…

This is all explained, which I’m not going to do, but… he tells his girlfriend he wants to elope, she comes over to his house with her suitcases, and he invites her into the kitchen - punches her in the face a couple of times, then in the stomach, and some more to kill her… stages it to look like an attempted rape… maybe she’s not dead, he kicks her brutally at least twice… the wide shot of her twisted body, clothes askew, urine draining from her - I personally could have done without…

A brief re-flashback of him as a kid attacking the little girl…

I think that’s about it - anything I’ve left out should not affect your decision much…

One Second Movie Review - "Whip It"

Don't see it.  Roller Derby girls - they mean girls, like, adolesent.  Haven't been this disappointed since I found out that "bi-lingual" means she can speak two languages.

On the Bike Path

Once upon a time... in the summertime...

my lovely lady has a bike path near her place - wide, paved, and about 20 miles long or something, they tell me, with overpasses and an underpass that looks pretty dang scary even at dusk, let alone dark - but we headed out on foot at dusk, made it through the underpass - I wasn't worried till we got in it, seems designed for bad things to happen - out the other side, walking along as it got pretty dark pretty fast. At some point we saw a truck up the bank with the doors open, so I figured someone was partying, but we never saw or heard anybody at all, and got to an area where we could see ballpark lights - still, pretty dark.

On the left was a rail fence then a steep concrete bank down twenty feet or more to the river, which was currently dry... she was wearing a skirt, no panties, and after a few little spankings - she loves to be spanked outdoors - she climbed up on the fence. I was wearing short work boots and these soft brown pants like fancy jeans - cowboy jeans, tight and straight - and a smooth brown leather belt probably two inches wide, which I took off and strapped her with. My rule is that if I have to take off my belt, she goes down on me, so when she got off the fence she knelt down and took me in her mouth awhile, but didn't bring me off so I could take her later.

She likes to feel the belt in my hand so I let it dangle down across her back while she sucked me. When I'd had about all I could take I put her back up on the fence and gave her a bit more, hard.

We had been done maybe two minutes when the whole place is completely lit up... a police cruiser is rolling down the bike path with headlights and a searchlight, keeping us safe (though I'm pretty sure he didn't go under the scary-looking underpass). By then I had my belt back on...

I had had my back to him and her face was in my crotch, so I'm not sure how much notice we would have gotten - and even if I'd gotten my fly closed I'd be standing there with my belt in my hand... every jurisdiction is different and every cop has a perspective, but nothing good could have come of it...

but it did all work out...

Advice you can use...

MSN would like to give you some advice on Valentine's Day shopping...

they prefaced their suggestions with this picture:

how perfect - give a guy a nice smooth long narrow leather belt... what she wants is a collar - silver or white gold chain preferred... (don't forget the "Return to Tiffany's" on the dog tag...)

Oh, Britney...

This is just evil, I know it... but the only way to get a catchy song out of your head is to pass it on to someone else... and it's not just catchy enough as it is... and it's not bad enough that it's played every fifteen minutes...

if you or your kids listen to pop radio, you ought to hear this Britney Spears song before too long - within an hour, max.  It's official title, I believe, is "Three," but you'd know it as "(One, Two,) Three."   For those of you who might otherwise miss out on this cultural achievement, I hope this link will get you an idea:

http://www.britney.com/fr/videos

It's vapid, of course, but pay no attention to the words - at least, not those words.  If you want it really stuck in your head, try these:


One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Quick as one, two, three
you'll be saying sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


One, two...
One, one, one, one, two, three...
Countin' one, two...
Countin' one, one, two, three...


If it takes all night
That'll be okay.
We'll set you right
What did you say?


Elbows on the floor
Can't run away
Nice 'n' red 'n' sore
What did you say?


Are you list'nin'?
Your bottom could be in for a blist'rin'...
Are you list'nin'?
Or do I start counting?


one, two, three,
you don't listen to me...
but we'll see
when you're over my knee

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


Do we need the belt?
To me it's all the same
It's the hand you dealt
Still like your game?


Playful little scheme
Earns you just the same
Hot in the extreme
Still like your game?


Are you list'nin'?
Your bottom could be in for a blist'rin'...
Are you list'nin'?
Or do I start counting?


One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....


Don't you act all innocent,
"Just for fun and nothing meant."
If not just one trip over my knee,
We can still try two or three (two or three...).
two or three (two or three...),

Or three (Or three... or three...),
Or four , maybe more...

One, two, three,
you should be over my knee.
Then we'll see
how good you can be...

Countin' one, two, three
now you say you're sor-ry!
Betting all on mercy,
Pretty soon we'll start... Uh! Countin'....



 
Oh - and if you want to get it out of your head - pass it on.  (along with jokes about how high Britney can count, and the suggestion that she should have been on Sesame Street instead of The Mickey Mouse Club).

Hallowe'en Sale

Went to the "party" store, they had Halloween stuff at 40% off - I got a rat, an arm, leg, and tongue. The rat and the tongue were motorized. But they charged me full price for the tongue, they said it wasn't a Halloween product.

The End of DST

Okay, I've been saving daylight for six months and I don't even have enough to make it through half a day... sort of like my retirement account...

A (Very) Short Story

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Back In the Backseat

well, we're at her place - as are her kids, just a fact of life... but I'm not real comfortable playing, not even quietly. Though, how much of a problem can this present? After all, we all went to high school...

The options for playing in the car are limitless, and I've added a few ideas since graduation, but in this case it's pretty easy - the garage will give us complete sound privacy and her minivan will give us a place to sit and plenty of room.

Despite it being a beautiful summer night, the garage turns out to be approximately the temperature of an automotive engine cooling off and inside the van is no better if not worse. We've had a (very) little wine so we don't want to be driving too far... so we just pull it out and park, idling, at the curb. After waiting for the temperature to drop to a very comfortable level we pull back into the garage, bring the door down, and climb in back without opening the doors to the hot interior air. Hmmm, sort of like Jack and Rose (or Jack! and Rose! Jack! Rose! Jack! Rose!) in Titanic, when they sneak into the car hold...

Though Rose was not over Jack's knee in the far-back bench seat of a mini-van... and she didn't have her head buried in the corner of the seat - nor did she notice for the first time a pull-tab in said corner, nor pull it and have the seatback spring forward and smack her on the head - not the kind of smacking we were looking for.

I've got my hand and my belt, which is always plenty, isn't it? And I can spank hard when I need to... just have to do so at the right time, right? So things are going well, despite the rising heat, which was not all due to us... and she must be enjoying it, she's relaxing with her eyes closed despite being spanked pretty firmly, or being strapped with the belt nicely doubled or even with the wicked single end...

and it's not continuous, I pause now and then, making it last... during one such pauses we do notice that the heat is getting back up there, but all things considered it's a small price to pay, you have to expect some inconveniences.

"And then there's that," I mention as the light on the garage door opener times out, leaving us in a darkness deeper than Kafka's later works. I mean, it is black. She's got her head sort of buried and her eyes closed so she has no idea what I'm talking about. And hey, it's not like I can't find my target, I start back up. At some point she does look up, exclaiming how dark it is. By this time my eyes have been adjusting for several minutes and I can see - absolutely nothing. If I dropped my pants I would not be able to find them, it is still that dark.

And, of course, later we open the side door to get out, turning the overhead interior lights on... completely blinding me with a shock like an interrogation...

but it was a nice cool night and a pleasant trip back into the house...

A Story - The Picnic Table

Fiction? or prediction?

We'd been walking quite awhile without seeing another soul when we finally reached the picnic area, whose existence, frankly, I had begun to question. We started out side-by-side and I'd let her lead a bit going uphill, bearing up under taunts of "come on, old man" for the pleasure and inspiration of her lovely curves.

After not very long I wasn't the only one who was breathing hard and we'd had plenty of ups and downs since then. She'd also grown hesitant of preceding me, and gave the jibes a rest since I was lugging the pack and might start making her carry it. Or maybe it was my threat of finding a switch, or pointing out a blackberry vine with thorns that belonged in a vampire novel, my wide leather belt so inappropriate for summer hiking, or the narrow, thick belt she herself wore which was in no way needed to keep the waist of her shorts from slipping down over the delectable flare of her hips.

"Finally," I sighed, slinging the pack onto the table and digging into it.

"Finally? Why finally?" she asked after taking on half a canteen of water. "Do we have anything to eat in there?"

"Eat? Did we come here to eat?" I asked in return, producing a long coil of rope and a small flag on a long staff of rattan. Two fuzzy jackets were supposedly in case we didn't get back before dark, or possibly autumn.

The picnic table was pretty standard. One jacket went from table edge onto the seat on the right side, padding her knees; the rope went around them, four strands to spread out the strain, dropping down between, under the seat-board and up around her ankles just above her short and very cute little hiking boots. Her shorts were unfastened, enough for now, then the rope went under the seat again, across to the left seat and under it, and back up on the far side for her wrists, the second jacket going under her chin and outstretched arms.

I'm not good at knots but I've gone to a lot of trouble to learn the trucker's hitch, which tightens the load down when you pull on it. I knew it was secure when she said that if I didn't stop tickling her she'd wet herself, twice in warning and once in panic, despite my own warning that such an "accident" would be highly spankable. Working her shorts and panties down was not as trivial as I had predicted but I wasn't feeling a lot of time pressure except from my desire to get my hands on her bottom - it took even longer to work up from squeezing, rubbing and love smacks, which she considers mere teasing, to something with a little more heft to it. We were in a pretty good rhythm for awhile before it was time for the cane.

Wrapping the flag around the staff even padded my end a bit. She likes a lot of little light strokes but needs the hard ones too so I went with the latter. The jackets came in handy because she was managing to move her elbows and hips an inch or two. I slowed down until I didn't have to stop.

I tend to let the cane tip droop a bit on the far side, leaving her with a dark triangle high on her left thigh. The one hard stroke straight across that low left a cane kiss, two dark lines, slightly higher in the center, divided by a thin still-white line. From her tan line I knew it'd be just above the edge of her shorts on the hike back but I'd know it was there. A few minutes of stroking and a few more minutes after that and she'd be ready for one of the belts.

A Little Light Reading

so first of all you have to understand that I have a very recognizable car... two, really. Not just likely to be mine but totally definitely mine... and my office is within walking distance of the local shopping center, which also has the movie theater and is the big local hang-out... in other words, many people I know or work with could quite easily see my car when it's parked a few spaces back from the grocery store - see it and know that it's mine.

That's what worried me, a bit, when we came out of the movie and as I walked up to my car I saw a book in the back seat - not just any book but "Bondage for Sex." Among books to have in the back seat this might be about the least discreet choice - I've got "Shibari" - Japanese rope bondage with a lovely picture of a woman's forearms beautifully wrapped - but if you don't immediately know what Shibari is, you wouldn't notice. However, this wasn't the Shibari book - it's the book that has large, bright, block letters (over a dim background of sexy body parts) proclaiming Bondage! what kind, of bondage (!), you ask? well of course it's Bondage For Sex! - as if there were other kinds... maybe "Of Human Bondage" or some type of social justice novels - but no, not this one, this one is human bondage for SEX!

It seems someone... who shall remain nameless but not unspanked - was reading said book on the trip back from Orange County... and rather than putting it back into the well-filled toy bag, decided to leave it face-up on the back seat...

The Stuff of Legend

For this post it's only fair that I identify the person, at least somewhat - or at least to those who know her. I'll identify her as "my lovely date at the last Shadow Lane party" which ought to be plenty specific enough for anyone who needs to know...

we live three time zones apart so by the time my cell phone goes to "nights and weekends" it's the middle of the night there, but that's pretty much what we worked out... so some of the things she says are pretty sleepy. In fact, she was commenting on this very fact, after heading herself for trouble - you know how everything sounds good when you're far away and safe and you're wishing you could be spanked right then, and a lot, maybe even hard, maybe even a lot hard - so she's saying that brats shouldn't talk to tops when they're sleepy or she might end up asking for something like 400 with the tawse... the tawse being something she particularly hates for some reason...

I hear "400 with the tawse" - a week or so before we get together in Vegas - and I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm reasonably awake and the numbers click through my mind - 400, that's eleven sets of three dozen - three a day plus one on Thursday night and one on Monday morning. Then we'll only need four more strokes to make it to 400...

Of course the problem with brats - or some of the problems, anyway - is that they talk big and then want to chicken out - and they seem to think they get some say in the matter... so she immediately begins backtracking and complaining and worrying - she said she didn't want it, she can't take that many, it'll interfere with our other play and her party play... silly stuff like that. Meanwhile I keep assuring her that this is how legends are born... "and, at the March Shadow Lane party, on top of everything else, I got 400 with the tawse..."

I guess she did have some cause for concern... she was getting some pretty heavy paddling right off the bat, solid and often... and that tawse can really sting - once warmed up by the paddle I didn't need to use it lightly... three dozen is a good number for a quick spanking, too many to ignore, definitely. I tried to time it so it wouldn't throw her out of any reverie she may have drifted into from other play.

Seems she also got several sessions with the canes, both nice and evil... and at one point hid the paddle to save her bottom for a while - turned into quite awhile... but we pressed on. I think we got all three sessions in on Friday, first thing Saturday and afternoon. With a big party Saturday night and getting to bed after four we were one set behind. Sunday morning we were asleep but easily fit two into the afternoon, bringing us within three of finishing. Of the extra four, three had already been collected.

With her leaving early in the morning our play session Sunday night was long with many intense scenes, so I didn't double up then, knowing how easily we could get in one extra set before heading to the airport at dark-thirty. We managed to wake up - and get up - early enough Monday morning for our farewell play and I laid on two good sets of three dozen apiece - and one more stroke filled our four hundred.

Proving once again that with a little planning and dedication you can give a brat what she asks for...

Table of Contents

I like having a table of contents because there're some things I have trouble getting used to:

1) This backwards-listings of what I post, so if there's a Part II it comes before Part I; and

2) The disappearance of posts beyond the first ten, which might be plenty, but it's just the ten most recent, not the ten best.

So here is an index of the posts I have on here. Because this isn't really a web-log/ diary, it's just a heap of things I've written (a heap is when the first one read is the last one entered, a stack is when the first one read is the first one entered – as if you cared).


The Best

At least I think so...

A Young Lady Gets Her Bottom Spanked - An Interactive Spanking Story

I've had this out there for a long time but if you've never seen it, it's a cute Mad-Lib type story that will get naughty young ladies their very own spanking! Remember to turn off your pop-up blocker to see the finished story!

Our Acquiescent Pixie posted July 2006

Cat and I went to Las Vegas and kidnapped this lovely young lady at the airport – really. This is hot, if I do say so myself.

What the Spanked Woman Needs July 2006

A pompous-sounding essay but nonetheless well-received by those it applies to.

A particular type of spanked, or needing-a-spank, woman is the one who's always right. No, not the ones who think they're always right, the ones who actually are. She's analytical and critical and usually knows what's the best thing to do - which turns out to be extremely confining, doesn't it?

Carry On! - 10/11/2006

A silly but amusing story of trying to board a plane these days...

My Stories

A link to my blog full of stories - fiction, fictionalized, true, and...

Links

I'm too lazy to figure out how to add links on the side so if you want them you have to look here...


Experiences

Most of the advice stuff is based on experience, of course, but deal with it, 'k?

As Party time Approaches... posted July 2006

Advice some people have found useful for past ShadowLane parties. Based on having been to over ten of them...

Paddling the Cowgirl - 12/26/2008

this young lady can have it any way she wants...

Florida Moonshine's Beach Party, June, 2008

Shadow Lane Party Report - August 2006 party

The party was too long for one report – here are the best and happiest moments from Thursday noon until Friday evening. I hope to someday compile the rest.

Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2005

Shadow Lane Party Report, April 2004

Use the link above - it's at the end. Don't know why.

Advice and Essays

Hopefully some of these have some hot parts as well... hey if something's hot let me know and I'll move it up the list.

Power and Glory - 4/12/2009

Easter thoughts on what "true" power is...

TPE, Vanilla Style - 4/13/2008

Total Power Exchange isn't limited to scene play

Blame - 3/7/2008

With experience my perspective keeps changing...

Making the Switch - Some Techniques of Leadership - 3/2/2007

Part I and so far the only of a many-faceted essay on how to be on top...

Watching a Punishment - 2/19/2007

Ever feel conflicted about what turns you on?

The Young and Responsible - 11/20/2006

Did our parents and teachers expect too much of us?

Saying "No" - 10/25/2006

Despite all my past advice, I find saying "no" in practice to be much harder than in theory

Perspective on Power - 9/30/2006

Why am I always the bad guy?

Discipline and Punishment Sept 2006

How I've applied discipline at times in the past.

One Support System I've Tried Sept 2006

A discipline system I set up for a woman who wanted a little guidance. It gives her a little leeway and a certain amount of recreational spanking but if she goes too far, it comes down hard.

I Met This Guy On Line... July 2006

Some of my thoughts on women dating through the scene personals


More Scene Stuff

Black Leather In Summer - 6/20/2009

Real advances in solar energy.

Wood and Leather - 12/24/2007

Ah, my favorite subject - soft women and hard men.

Sensitivity Paddlings - 2/1/2009

An absolute requirement for insatiable brats and most every other bottom.

It's How Much You Keep - 2/15/2009

An interesting ethical dilemma when you're given the choice and your friend isn't.

A Little Rope, a Glass of Wine, and Thou... 1/30/2008

A single introductory post on beautiful bondage...

Uncanny Caning - August 2006

One way I use a cane – for pleasure.

Taking the Noise Out of Spanking - July 2006

My many recommendations based on our experience with quieter spankings.

Rose Bowl Bet - 3/2/2007

Check out Iris watching the Rose Bowl with her post-game fate in the hands of Fireman Chris.

An Ideal Fourteen Inches - 10/19/2006

Getting it together, keeping it in one place.


Miscellaneous

Driving to Vegas - 3/1/2009

How many floggers do you need? It depends on if you're using a suitcase or a trunk!

Jennifer Brooks Retires - 2/21/2009

To a very classy lady, thanks for everything...

Christmas Visit - 12/30/2008

Ah, kids in the house and the age of electronics...

A Little Too Far - 12/26/2008

you knew the day was coming...

Sleeping on Planes - 12/21/2008

Would a leather blindfold really help?

Bad Santa - 12/6/2008

Lauren Graham is certainly on the naughty list in this excellent but not-for-kids dark comedy...

Kids Grow Up So Fast! - 12/8/2007

Check out this too-cute holiday video clip

Holiday Spirit - 12/2/2007

Even the mall wants you to have a pink bottom...

Old-Fashioned Family Values - 2/20/2007

George W gets it abroad...

Cold Turkey - 11/27/2006

Holidays mean kids - and mom...

Thank You and Goodnight - 11/5/2006

The Stardust says goodbye...

Mass De-Lurk Day - 11/3/2006

Calling all lurkers! Come out, come out, wherever you are...

Our Latest Object d' Art August 2006

An interesting and innocent little find...

Yet Another Hairbrush July 2006

A recent toy acquisition. Yes, another one.

Goldie's Quest for Bears

Goldilocks gathers teddy bears for a great cause. July 2006

Links

as everyone can tell, I'm not much of one for links... but here are a few not to be missed.

Blogs -
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· The Secret Life of Library Girl
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· Erica Scott
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· Her Secret Corner

Where Sweet Meets Kink…

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· The Punishment Book
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· El Tercer Ojo (Mija's blog)
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· Pablo & Mija's Treehouse
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· Iris - Through Iris Eyes
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· Life in Motion (Sparkle's Blog)
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· Natty's Spanking Blog
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· Chris' Firehouse

The kinky (and occasionally non-kinky) thoughts of a happily married spanko fireman.

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· AngelBrat's Blog

Random thoughts from the mind of me - a happily married, happily spanked, DD wife.
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· Tulsa Moda

(an interesting young lady not into spanking but WAY into a lot of things a long way past it - good luck, girl...)


Links
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· Shadow Lane
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· Chelsea Pfeiffer Entertainment - Spanking Videos, pictures, and more
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· Jennifer Brooks has retired... L
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· The London Tanners - beautiful, hand-crafted leather implements
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· Twisted Monk


more to come, no doubt, as I add the many, many friends I've forgotten...

Black Leather in Summer

Once you get away from the beach around here the air dries out and the gets every bit as fierce as in Phoenix, not surprisingly, so plenty of people have windshield-sunshades to use while parked to keep the interior of the car from overheating, especially if they have black leather seats and matching interior like I do.

These shades are available at auto parts and discount stores and wherever really cheap stuff is sold, so maybe it should be less surprising than I found it - that the shade I bought, eventually, disintegrated, apparently from the heat - either that or the sun. Not right away, of course, and the part that showed its limited age the quickest was the black border which mostly turned into black soot-like dust to cover the dashboard and blow in my face when I put the fan on.

In other words, I no longer have a sun shade - though I still have the black leather seats, which heat up to an extent that they ought to be considered for an alternative energy source. Due to the sunshade dust, they may not be a "clean" alternative, and they may not be an entirely "safe" alternative - I'd put the temperature slightly north of the 140 degrees (60 degrees C) I think of as a practical limit, though this heat dissipates pretty quickly...

All in all causing me to long for a well, well-spanked bottom in a micro-skirt and thong panties...

Power and Glory

In one of my favorite lines in recorded music, Andrew Lloyd Webber in Jesus Christ Superstar paraphrases this Palm Sunday conversation, with Simon (Peter) telling Jesus that he has the crowd in the palm of his hand, and advises "throw in a touch of hate for Rome" and "we will have the power and the glory, forever and ever and ever." To which Jesus replies (appropriately, since Simon seems only to provide the human perspective for Jesus to correct) "Not you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand, nor the Jews, nor the Twelve, nor Jerusalem itself / have any idea what Power is / have any idea what Glory is - / have any idea at all; / have any idea at all."

After being around tops both new and old, as well as Doms and Dommes who scream and slash - not just guys who tell you how dominant they are, when not very much of that has you starting to suspect the opposite... and not even just scene people, but everyone who wants to dictate your behavior and thinks that makes them powerful - I wonder if "the fifty thousand" needs about two thousand years of updating.

In her autobiography (volume one) Dances With Werewolves, Niki Flynn talks about a brief stint at a dungeon where she's pressed into service as a Domme and tops this guy who, for reasons she explains, totally gets off on being given a wedgie (ohhhh-kay...). And though I don't have the book in front of me, she says something like "he had just handed me the keys to his sexuality."

Now that's power... being trusted with the intimate knowledge and have the understanding of someone to have them panting with a few well-chosen words or a few well-placed nibbles... so you can have your "call me Sir" and "you're two minutes late" and fifty play partners in fifty days...

Am I the snake inside your garden
The sugar in your tea
The knock upon your back door
The twist that turns your key?

The twist that turns your key - that's enough for me...

Now admittedly it may not the Power and the Glory, Forever and Ever...

(and the lyrics are by Melissa Etheridge)

Driving to Vegas

so nice to not have to choose - throw them all in the trunk...

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It's How Much You Keep...

I could be feeling a little better - I have a 10k today. Six months ago it was a 401(k) but with the market doing like it has...

Last weekend was a great one, though, with yet another trip to Florida - Saturday I had the most lovely experience of flogging two very attractive women, nude except for cuffs, one blindfolded, one hooded. I wondered, then asked, how it felt to be able to hear the strokes falling but only feeling them half the time. My floggers are so very pleasant, always so appreciated - but what if they weren't, and what if it was delivered, rather than two strokes for you and two strokes for her, as a punishment for her, which you hear but can't see, and then one for you?

Not all my toys, of course, are so sensual - as I demonstrated with one that got the same reaction from both ladies - "ow - OW - OW! - Oh Shit!" Which led to more speculation...

The two of you have done something and are going to be punished - harshly, unfortunately, though warmed up if it'll help any... six sets of two dozen difficult strokes per set. Your cohort get the first set, just in case she has any pretenses about bearing up well under the punishment. After that, she gets to decide who gets each additional set, one at a time. How many would she give to you, how many does she keep for herself? If she asks for them for herself, I'll try to make her regret it... if she won't ask for either of you, a few uncounted strokes until she makes her decision, that should speed things along...

Or perhaps you are the one I make do the choosing...