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4 views · 54 minutes ago

ok soooo iv been up to no good over the last lil while. Had a few incidents that i should have reacted/behaved diffrently but didnt. well d day is close lol im curious how many hear feel pleasure when they feel pain or even like pain xx

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When I mentioned to a friend that I could take almost unlimited amounts of spanking by hand I never imagine it would come back to Master's ears a couple of months later. That was a brief conversation with another slave in a club where our Masters had brought us some Saturday night and we both agreed that hand spanking was by far the easiest one to take and that often our spankers were getting tired and sore before we had enough.
Little did we know that last Wednesday we found ourselves naked facing a door in some basement of a unknown house, side by side, legs apart and hands on head waiting.
Our masters walked in to check that we were ready and explained that they had been told of our conversation some weeks ago and that tonight we would be put to the test. A number of spankers would walk in and sit in a circle around the room, we would go across their knees, feet apart and hands on the floor and get 100 slaps, when done we would get up and go to the next spanker on the next chair and get the same and so on until we begged for mercy and the spanking to stop... the one of us two who would give in first would be given a stern flogging but not until the other received a final 200 slaps on the butts by the spankers.
Our Masters left the room and we were left standing facing the door ready for what seemed to be a long time when the door opened and our spankers walked in... I was suddenly worried when I counted 9 men who carried a folding chair and took place in a circle around us... they looked at us for a few minutes and two Masters on the opposite sides of the room called us, we looked at each other and walked to our respective spanker. I placed myself across the lap of my spanker and figured that my co-slave did the same with his and before I felt the first slap I heard the sound... one Master counted the slaps 10, 20,... 100... it felt good but still comfortable, I got up and went to assume the position on the next Master' lap and the count carried on, third Master and my ass was staring to burn but yet in a nice way... fourth, fifth, sixth Master and by then the burning was rather intense... seventh Master and in the middle of his “set” my co-slave screamed “enough”. That meant he was going to get flogged but to me it meant 200 more slaps and I knew the Masters would make them count.
All stopped and I was left across my Masters lap waiting for what was coming next : I was sent to the corner of the room which gave me somewhat of a break and I could see the other guy being stringed up and tied by the hands to a hook in the ceiling, his ass was red-purple so I figured mine was not much better.
Suddenly I was called to stand over a chair: bent over the back hands on the seat and my feet got tied to the legs, my hands taped to the corner of the seat. I was asked if I preferred 200 as planned or 10 of the belt by each of the Masters. I opted for the later thinking it would be over faster.
Shortly after the first set came down and I felt the burn quite badly, 2nd set, 3rd set and so on it was the 7th or 8th which did hurt the most as the belt felt more like a prison strap than a regular belt. When the 9th Master finished I could hardly feel my backside and when I got untied from the chair I had difficulties getting up and walking away to he corner.
My co-slave stated to receive his flogging and it seemed that the Masters had decided among themselves to target a special part of him: one did one leg, the next the other, the 3rd the pubic area, 4th the chest, 5th the belly, 6th the chest from the other side and 7th and 8th the back, finally his own Master did his ass and when he was done he told him that next time he should keep his mouth shut.
The poor guy was red all over, he joined me in the corner where we picked up our clothes and got dressed.
The ride back home in the car was excruciating for me as my ass was way too tender for comfortable sitting, so it was with great relief that I went to sleep on the floor in the corner of Master's bedroom...

Sexually Broken
10 views · 4 hours ago

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a spanking across his knee.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 burning cheeks

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 mouth soapings

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 4 trips to the woodshed

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 5 cooling creams

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 trips to the corner

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me 7 inches of cock

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 8 days of grounding

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 9 wooden spoons

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 10 bottom blistering

On the eleventh fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 11 wooden paddles

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 lick with his belt

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Part of Evan wished he had never met Janie. Had he never started down this road, he'd still have a job with her Uncle James and his life could have been happy. Once he'd seen their lavish lifestyle, he'd set his sights on David's beautiful daughter. He'd been enthralled with her from the start. She was so pretty and innocent. As time went on, he did grow to be very attached to her but in the background, the thought of the power and the wealth that might be may have fueled his actions. He'd been acting like it was already in the bag and now he had nothing. He knew he had screwed everything up. He pulled the blanket gingerly over himself. It hurt, but he needed its warmth. How could he get out of this mess?! Would David really give him a second chance? He knew if Janie was not involved he wouldn't be here at all. Did he trust that David could forgive him? He just didn't know. He felt like he had to try. He fell into a restless sleep. He awoke, hours later, sweaty and frightened. He felt like someone was watching him in the darkness.

His eyes strained to see around the nearly black room. There were a few small baseboard lights that lit the floor but also distorted the shadows that looked up the walls. He wanted to get up and look around, but he was so sore and exhausted. He didn't relish the pain that would surely come from the effort. His bladder was full and he would need to find the bathroom. Was David sitting in the shadows? Evan shuddered as his eyes stared into each corner trying to identify any presence. Satisfied at last that he was alone, he nudged his way off the padded table. He wrapped the blanket around his body even though it hurt. That meager layer of protection was a small comfort.

He found the bathroom and switched on the light. The bright light hurt his eyes for a moment. He closed the door but there was no lock to ensure his privacy. He dropped the thin cover and studied his body in the large mirror behind the counter. David had given him a painful education. Each lesson was etched into his flesh. Somehow, seeing his muscular back and buttocks striped with welts, gave him butterflies.
He knew that there was a part of him that craved punishment. It wasn't present in the moment that the strap swung. He hated the actual beating. He could not really reconcile how he felt afterwards with the terror he felt while it was going on. But here, as he touched the tender, swollen marks, he responded sexually. He felt the blood rush to his cock. He was hard and felt the need for release.

He kept his eyes locked onto the mirror, admiring himself. He was proud of his well defined physique. He found some lotion and began to rub it gently into his wounds. The cool smooth cream felt like heaven on his tight damaged skin.

His slippery hands found their way downward to his stiff rod. He closed his eyes and pictured David's unflinching stare. He remembered how helpless he felt as David hooked those cuffs to the cords. His lips tightened as he clenched his jaw in pleasure. His mouth formed into a grimace of intensity. He could remember each lash, each stroke cutting into his skin. He replayed David's stern words in his head. He could hear the timing and cadence of his commanding voice replaying in his mind. Evan's breath seemed to catch in his throat and he came with enough force to leave the mirror splattered with his passion.

As his heart slowed, he felt embarrassed. How could he be getting off on this?! He wasn’t attracted to David, was he?! He felt like it was more about the power he held over him, than his physical presence. But honestly, he wasn't sure at all. Why didn't he stick up for Janie? He did love her, right? He loved her body. He was attached to her, undoubtedly. He remembered being punished at boarding school. All those boys rooming together…. he'd had a few experiences he wouldn't want anyone to know about. That was just growing up, he thought. He sighed, more confused than ever. He didn't have any answers tonight. He did his best to clean the mirror with a towel. He couldn't find any cleaning supplies. The mirror was a streaky mess. He rubbed it furiously, adding soap and water until at last he was satisfied his private moment would remain so. The tiny camera was invisible and robotic. It recorded anything that moved, carefully keeping a record of his every move.

Evan reentered the dark room. As his eyes adjusted, he found a bottle of water in the fridge and drank it down greedily. He felt better. Those endorphins were pumping through his blood. He went back to the table to try to get more sleep, but he was too hyped up to sleep.
He crept around the room touching the implements in the wall and playing out scenarios in his mind.

He pictured Janie tied to that cross. She was, he felt, the source of his troubles. He wanted to punish her, though she'd done him no wrong. He both wanted her and resented her. Her and her family and all that money had led him astray! What did she know of struggle, of suffering really. She lived in a fairytale! Some of his frustrations were vocalized in the quiet of the chamber. Maybe he was just trying to fill the silence of the sterile room. He'd like to show her just what the world would do to her if she was NOT under her Daddy's roof. He grabbed a strap off the wall and fiercelywhipped the wooden cross, imagining her there! He played out the part of punisher, ordering Janie about. He forgot his pain as he beat the unfeeling wood. Oh, how she'd scream if he had his way! He felt anger and cruelty welling up in him and then, with a wave of guilt, he suppressed it again. It remained there, simmering below the surface.

He remembered Janie trying to save him. He recollected her sweet laughter and the way she trusted him to lead her around the club. It wasn't her fault. He shook his head, not sure how he felt about anything!! He knew at some level that he had only himself to blame, but he wasn't ready to come to terms with that in this moment.

David had been up for some time now, sipping his coffee and watching the tapes of Evan's movements. Evan talked to himself at times, revealing some of what was going on inside his thoughts. His actions did little to reassure David. He felt like there was an entirely different young man behind the facade he'd presented. David would have to give Evan's fate some serious thought. Security would be delivering his breakfast soon. He considered giving him clothing but decided he wanted him off balance. He decided not to acknowledge him at all for a while. That would work on him as much as the strap did, just in another way. He wanted him to feel forgotten and ignored, at least until he was up to his next lesson.

David had much on his mind but foremost was his daughter. He'd hated treating her with brutality. She really had no clue what harm could have befallen her. Evan was a wild card at best. David didn't like unpredictability. He equated it with instability. How could he show Janie what he was really like? Could he play that part of the tape for her? No, he thought not.
He still didn't know exactly how he could get Janie to come to her senses or if she ever would. He had to be careful. It needed to happen in a way that she didn't feel David was manipulating the situation. Maybe he'd let Janie come down here. She'd have to think she was on her own, but David would be watching. He didn't think she'd ever been in this room before. He could count on her curiosity and the lure of Evan being in the house. He had the seed of an idea anyways. He downed the rest of his coffee and went to check on Janie. He took an extra key from the drawer and put it on his key ring.
He just wanted her to see it dangling from his belt for now.

Feeling like he was making progress, David climbed the stairs three at a time. He peeked in Janie's door. She was still asleep. Olivia sat in the corner sewing. When she saw David, she hurried quietly to the door. They spoke in the hallway.

“How is she?,” David asked.

“She's okay, Mr. King. She slept good. Don't worry. It looked worse than it was. She’ll be fine in a few days.” Olivia was used to seeing welts. She'd been a housekeeper when David and James were just boys. Those boys had it hard. Their father didn't tolerate any nonsense. They had been raised to be strong.

But Janie and Evan slept, but David's mind was busy formulating a plan. Time would tell what the future held for all of them, but the days to come promised adversity for everyone!!

*Thank you Dennim for the image... As always, amazing. Xo
I appreciate your patience in waiting for this chapter. Life had been a little rough lately with my back procedure and a sick family member, but the light is breaking at last.
Merry Christmas Christmas to all of my wonderful readers & faithful friends!! Xojanie

Sexually Broken
19 views · 8 hours ago

She lost one of her favorite brushes to use on me. She swear I hid it, she been taking it out on my behind. I swear I didn't hide it tho :(

36 views · 9 hours ago

I am from huntington WV. My online friend said, "you are overdue for a spanking or paddling by a strict, but fair lady." Well, why is it this online friend cannot be found by the gofindme site. Is this merely a ghost or someone that does not want to be found

87 views · 13 hours ago

Has anyone actually emailed her using the email address she provides when you email her on here first?

Sexually Broken
71 views · 22 hours ago

People on this site use spanking in a wide variety of ways. I would like to connect and exchange messages with those who use spanking as a pain/pleasure erotic experience that relieves stress. So if you like to self pleasure as a result of giving or receiving a spanking, send me a message. Right now, I am going to relax and enjoy a fantasy...

52 views · 22 hours ago

I haven't seen Sir in THREE MONTHS! which means I haven't had a spanking in THREE months. And the guys who say how lucky my Dom is...I wish HE would realize that. I miss him so much and I just don't want anyone else. Sorry, rant over.

394 views · 1 days ago

Like a flower without sunshine or rain...
What happens to that flower?
Does it wither away?
Without these things a flower craves-
How can it flourish and thrive each day?
The answer is no...
There is no way
For such a flower will slowly fade
Only after pain will it blossom again
Since to be dominated-disciplined-
Is what this flower needs
Bless this flower that slips away
May It find the courage to misbehave
A flower with red petals once again

So long now since I felt your hand-
The bite-stinging-welts-pain
Like a bee without it's Queen
(In my case a King...)
Unable to breathe...
I long to return to the way it was
Feeling pain is now part of me
My soul weeps everyday...
40 plus days since you punished me
So severe I definitely behaved-
(For awhile...)
Now I am tempted to repeat my mistake...
Take money without you knowing
I would rather be punished so harsh-
Then not at all
I have done or said things recently-
That should deserve a spanking...
But instead you just ignored these
I feel lost...flying in circles-
No gravity...confused
When you said yes...I was so happy
Flapping my wings....buzzing inside
Now I'm desperately seeking-
Pain-Domination only you can bring-
My Sir...My Love...My Everything...

Spnkswtch wrote this in the comments below so beautifully that I just had to add this to my poem..."We all need to be “watered” from time to time. It helps us grow. It helps us become beautiful flowers. It’s built into our very being. When flowers are being carefully watered, they are loving being cared for. With too little water, they dry-up. With too much, they drown."....wow!!!!

Sexually Broken
148 views · 1 days ago

Has anyone else ever wondered if Nikola Tesla was a freak in bed?

59 views · 1 days ago

So ready for a game for spankos similar to Who's That Pekemon?

98 views · 1 days ago

Oh fickle Muse, my soul dost bleed
In whom I’d plac’d such trust
She come’st and goes, ere like the wind
In gentle breeze or mighty gust

Untamed and wild, a spirit free
Impulsive, unpredictable her creed
No slave to master ever she
Tis I who follow, she that lead

A captive caught within her arms
A prisoner bound to her stake
Besotted, smitten by her charms
Yet towed in her capricious wake.

Relent foul wench – the shackles break
Thou knowest how my heart dost ache
Let passions flow, unbridled, loose
Heed you my plaint, perfidious Muse?

Sexually Broken
260 views · 1 days ago

Really!OK SO My Cousin called me last night and asked me if I could give her $350 to help with rent. I told her okay, let me call you right back. I called my uncle and told him his daughter had asked me for $350 for her rent. My Uncle said not to give it to her cause she's a liar. She's just trying to use that $350 to get her boyfriend out of jail. She has been crying about how she wants him to be under the same roof as her for the holidays. So I called this person I know and said I needed $350 in counterfeit money. After I got the money I called my cousin back and told her to come meet me and I gave her the money. A couple of hours later I got a call from the county jail and it was her. She asked me why I had given her counterfeit money. I told her I heard she was crying about how she wanted to be under the same roof as her boyfriend so there you go... And she had the nerve to be mad Was I wrong? Also, this is completely not trueHappy holidays y’all

112 views · 1 days ago

Ok. So. I've moved on from online discipline. I need the real thing again. The only problem is, I can't have it for (at least) a month! There are reasons for that, but its extremely frustrating. Its like, I know I need it. I know it will be painful. I know I will try to resist it. I also know that I will feel a helluva lot better afterwards. I'm sure many of you would agree that I need this too. I just despise waiting! I'm not sure how I'm going to survive it. Watching videos feels like I'm just torturing myself. Ugh. Any suggestions??

56 views · 1 days ago

This PA has many secrets. Part 4.

Mr Granchick stood, started to walk to the other side of the desk, rolling his shoulders and stretching. He rubbed her bottom, making her gasp in pleasure, God she wanted him to touch her but she knew he wouldn’t. His fingers grazed over her wet pussy, he longed to grind his hard cock into her but he wouldn’t yet. “Are you ready?” He asked. “Yes Sir, I am.” Miss Rouge-balon replied, she was ready for this, more importantly she was ready to go home with him.
Mr Granchick picked up the first cane, whipping the air. This made her
blood run cold. It was a terrifying noise.
Mr Granchick chuckled, he saw her response. He was going to enjoy this.
Placing the cane against the middle of her bottom, he lifted it quickly
then whipped it 5 times on the run. Making her gasp loudly, screwing her eyes up tight, the pain took her breath away. The cane aimed for the top of her bottom, and he started a quick succession of strikes and stripes going down to her thighs. She clung to the edge of the desk, knowing not to move her hands. But her bottom moved and her legs flung backwards trying to protect herself, but this awarded her with a strike to her soles or lower leg. Silent tears started to trickle down her face, Once Mr Granchick went up to the top of her bottom, he put that cane down. Squirting some cream over her very sore cheeks he rubbed it in and down her thighs. Picking up another very scary looking implement. A 36 cm rigid leather whip, looking very much like a thick cane. Only the bravest of person could handle this, it was ideal for a little extra persuasive punishment. It was a new toy that Mr Granchick found a week ago, when he already suspected who the culprit was. He purchased it, thinking it looked a perfect implement to use
on Miss Rouge-balon’s perfect bottom. “ I bought this toy last week, when I suspected it was you. I thought it looked like a very heavy thick cane, but it’s actually a whip.” He told her, she couldn’t help but cry out loudly then. “You know, I already have a playroom set up in my house, and these toys are all there too, plus many many more torture devices, will you be ready to take whatever I want to give you, whether for pleasure or for punishment ?” It took a moment for Miss Rouge-balon to speak, but quietly she muttered, “ I….I….think so Sir, well, I want to be yours and only yours, if this is what it takes then yes. I want to be your slave eventually but I will need training.” She sniffled into her arm. “I will train you babe, you’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamt of becoming your Master. Even though I know you’re a brat often and cheeky a lot, I know you will try to break my rules, but then I will have the pleasure of punishing you, severely. Now let’s continue, you’ve had a break.” Picking up the wicked whip, he whipped through the air, Miss Rouge-balon nearly wet herself. A tiny trickle ran down her legs, she felt so ashamed. But Mr Granchick took a tissue, wiped it away, throwing it in the bin. “I want you to count, 1 I will never photocopy myself again. Do you understand?” He told her. “Yes Sir.” She said. He lifted the whip and struck her so hard, her chin hit the desk again, gritting her teeth before a scream left her mouth, the shock of the force and pain sent her spiralling into the abyss. She couldn’t speak for seconds,then eventually the words came out. Then another strike across her battered backside, now after only 2 strikes she was bawling, clinging to the desk, legs wriggling up and down, her bottom tried moving to its side, in a hope he would stop the following hit but he just whipped her hips instead until she lay flat once more. Each strike bruised her internally and left a fire rage across her skin, which now looked like a map of the underground train tracks. Welts appeared, a competition went ahead on which one was the biggest and angriest. By the 10’th strike, Miss Rouge-balon couldn’t speak. Mr Granchick overlooked this and continued without a break for another 10, constantly aiming for her central bottom. The following 10 strikes, he aimed purposefully on her sit spot, he didn’t do more as the skin looked raw already, but he followed 10 onto her thighs. She was screaming, trying to beg him to stop, but it came out mumbled up with her cries. The pain was excruciating as she sank further into the abyss, accepting the punishment as she knew she acted terribly. Her screams now became silent cries, her body stopped wriggling as she lay there, taking each strike without movement or sound.

Finally Mr Granchick stopped, he recognised the sign that she finally submitted to her punishment and more importantly submitted to him. He lifted her up from the desk and hugged her tightly, “I’m ssssorry Sir, really I am.” She said over and over through her sobs. “I know baby, I forgive you. I want to take you home.” She nodded into her shoulder as she cried, hugging him tightly. “Bend over and let me see the damage.” Slowly she bent once more, as he carefully cleaned her bloody bottom and rubbed cream in, carefully sliding her skirt down, he lifted her up, hugging her tightly, kissing
her, tasting the salty tears on her face and they headed to his home, soon to become her home too.

Sexually Broken
64 views · 1 days ago

Have a great weekend...
10 Day till Christmas -- Happy Holiday

205 views · 1 days ago

Erwin is a very special teddy bear, I think he might actually be the best bear in the whole world! And I'm not just saying that because he's my bear.  He's a bit scruffy looking now and he can't support his own weight when he sits up but he looks super cool when he dances and he gives the best hugs! He's been there for me through everything and when I look at him I just feel happy and love!

Then Alex decided that he needed a wash. In the washing machine! The washing machine is like a big monster that rips holes in stuff and makes things miniature! Alex said he would be safe in a pillow case but I wasn't convinced. I know all bears do need to a wash occasionally and Erwins fur was starting to pong a bit. ( He hadn't been washed since my mum was alive and that was 7 years ago!) It's just scary stuff when your favourite stuffie is braving the washing machine!

Everything was okay to start with but then his head popped out from the pillowcase and his face got stuck against the screen, his head bent back and it looked like his neck was going to snap! I panicked and pulled the door open with all my might! It opened but the door handle fell off! Oops. It was absolutely necessary though because Erwins neck would of snapped if I had left him in there!  I hung him up in the bedroom to dry  and then cuddled up in a onesie on the sofa to get over the shock!

Alex came home earlier than I had expected so I didn't have the chance to clean up the puddle in the kitchen, dispose of the door handle or clean the puddle in the bedroom that Erwin was making. Alex went straight  to the bedroom to change his clothes after work and stood in a puddle, getting his socks wet! hehehe and then discovered my bear and the mess in the kitchen. He wasn't happy! I tried to fib but he didn't believe me and told me I was going to be punished. I had to take my onesie off whilst he was filming me which was super akward because Alex made me stand there completely naked for ages! I didnt know whether to cry or giggle! Then i was bent over his knee for a hand spanking before going over the side of the sofa for a belting. I tried to be  brave lion as I didn't believe I had  done anything wrong but I couldn't be brave forever and I might have cried a little bit.

Erwin went back in the wash but everything was okay he smells like lavender now! 

The film has been posted:) but I think it's important to remember that although it is definitely wrong to break stuff and fib, in this case it was for a good cause!

(The film is on Alex's profile ttkspankings not mine, just incase anyone wants to watch it. )

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