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Both dressed to the nines,they were ready for the Masked ball.A night they had been,looking forward to for so long.She dressed in a Masked Devil Woman costume,he in a V for Vendetta costume.He looked at her,and thought how lucky he was,to have her as his wife.They pulled up to the mansion,a huge sprawling building,surrounded by acres of land.They entered the lavish building,music blaring,scores of people dancing.
They drank,danced and enjoyed,chatted and laughed with others.A couple or three hours passed,then they lost each other in the crowd.No matter they would catch up,and he carried on enjoying the revelry.Then out of the blue,he hears a commotion,two woman arguing.Through the crowd he spies,his wife's costume,and her pointing and very animated.He gets closer and she is,obviously the worse for wear,as tipsy as can be.He listens intently as she rants,the growing knowledge that she is out of order.The language alone is horrendous,as it gets more and more heated.
He decides enough is enough,and strides forward,taking her arm firmly.Startled she lets off,a volley of expletives,trying to pull away."Oh no he says,your coming with me",he marches her briskly to the main door.Down the steps they tumble,her arm in hand,his arm around her waist.He spies a garden seat,hidden away under a large tree,"that will do nicely" he thought.Sitting down he dragged her,unceremoniously across his waiting knee.Dress thrown up,panties and hose,pulled to her ankles.And he proceeds to give,her a spanking she wouldn't soon forget.Her all the while kicking,and trying to escape,but to no avail.
Finally he stopped,lifting her up,taking her chin in his hand."Now you get right back in there,apologize and get yourself home in a cab"."OK,OK,OK I will, damn that hurt" she says,as she furiously tries to rub the heat away.He had to smile,as she clip-clopped away,trying to pull her underwear up in a hurry.He dusted himself down,and went back,to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
Later he turned the key at home,walking in to find his wife sitting.Still in her costume,music quietly playing,all content it seemed."Well did you apologize?,"who me?apologize to whom for what dear?.He was about to unleash a verbal assault,when he hears a voice behind him."No she didn't apologize, but I did",he turns to see who it is.His jaw drops as standing there,leaning against the kitchen door.Is his wife's twin sister,attired in the exact,same Masked Devil Woman costume.
Thank you for reading,
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It's been quite a while since I wrote a blog. I find that I don't think of many of my thoughts as blog-worthy. Anyways, I have one today and I will share it with you. So today I've been thinking about how exactly to measure the effectiveness of a spanking. Is there a universal way to tell a spanking has had the proper effect? I don't think so. You could use tears, but some spankees don't cry. You could use color and marks as an indicator but some people mark easier while others barely mark at all. Maybe it's the time before the spankee needs to receive another one. Or perhaps, if spanking is strictly sexual, it's all about how aroused the spankee is afterwards. I've concluded that's it's probably up to the individual as to what marks an effective spanking. So my question to you guys is, what is the mark of a truly effective spanking to you?
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Today I am so depressed. I don't know why I am crying. I hope it is just hormones. I just been diagnose with severer arthritis. I hope the doctor can help me get back to work. I want to work and be a taxpayer again. I hate being unemployed. This sucks monkey's balls. I pray God will open up a door for me soon.
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Good afternoon everyone stay tuned in for another video she's been getting out of hand
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I can't figure out how to watch videos on this site on my iPad. Any suggestions?
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With my head turned away from the door and away from her, I could not see her come in. I could most often hear her though. She didn't want to see my face before, during, or immediately after my discipline. She later told me after our relationship ended that if she would have seen the tears in my eyes or the pain reflected in my face before, during, or after, she would not have been able to do what she needed to discipline me. She didn't like to have to do what she did - in fact it hurt her to have to do it. She never felt superior to me when she disciplined me. I think in retrospect, if we would have thought about putting a pillowcase or something over my head; it would have been better for her. Limiting the scene to her arm, the belt, and my bare ass helped her to do what we both knew she needed to do.
The belt is almost 1.5 inches (3.5 cm) wide and 49.5 inches (126 cm) long. It was handmade and bought in Spain and the leather is remarkable. I still have it today - 35 years after I bought it. When I was that big, I would wear it. It's too big to wear now but still very well worn.
From the time I first entered the room until after the discipline was over and I left the room, there was never any talking or noise from either of us with the exception of the sound of the belt. We were both there for a reason - we both knew what the reason was. I never had to count. In fact, I never knew how many I was going to receive. I'm not sure she did either.
I could hear and feel her come into the room. I knew her 6'10" model physique was towering over my positioned body. She worked out - we both did four to five times a week. Great for our health - bad for my ass. The discipline was never fast - quite the opposite. She believed that I needed time prior to, during, and after the discipline contemplate what I did. She always picked up the belt immediately but took her time prior to delivering the first stroke.
When the first stroke landed, it was a full-force blow cutting into my ass that would take my breath away. The strokes were always the same intensity. I remember my eyes unintentionally closing when the sense of the pain ran throughout my body. My ass cheeks would involuntarily clench after each stroke. There was always enough time between each stroke to recollect myself, to think about what just happened, to think about the next stroke, and to unclench. My discipline was always a very serious thing for both of us. The mental discipline was always just as important as the physical discipline. I never felt that much force in a spanking, even from my teachers and parents, before initiating our discipline agreement.
I knew my physical discipline was over when I heard the belt placed back down. She would leave the room immediately. The only rule that was in effect immediately after it was over was that I had to remain in place and not make a sound until she was out of the room. Most often, I would remain in position for 5 or 10 minutes until the pain subsided enough to get up on my feet.
After I was able to get dressed, I always hugged and thanked her - not for disciplining me but for thinking enough about me to help me try to make myself a better person. The last rule was that I needed to wear shorts to sleep so that she would never accidentally see the marks she inflicted. I'm sure she had a good idea of the physical impact she left by the number of nights before I was back to sleeping naked.
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Waiting naked in position… thinking…
This was the common scenario - the one etched in my mind because it happened so often. I knew what to expect and how to prepare for my discipline.
In the beginning, we never knew about Domestic Discipline or Female Led Relationships. There was no internet to learn about this lifestyle. We did know that there were times that lasted over-night or days that she would be mad at me for something stupid that I did. We did know that if we wanted our marriage to last, we would have to change that. We did know what helped correct and relieve situations when we were kids… the belt.
The first talk happened a day after I got drunk the night before - after I was sober so I could understand how upset she was, so I could understand the danger that I put us into, so I could understand what needed to happen to keep our relationship together, so we could agree that going back to the basics of what worked for both of us years back would be put in place, so I could understand that I was going to receive the belt.
That was the last "talk" we had where there were no consequences.
It was very hard for her to discipline me. I know that to this day. She never liked to have to discipline me. She never liked that she had to inflict that much physical pain to someone she loved and loved her. She never enjoyed hurting me as much as she needed to. She never enjoyed seeing the bruising that would last for days. Neither did I. I never wanted to be disciplined nor did I go out of my way to receive it. Each time it happened, it was very emotional for both of us. After it was administered, it was something neither of us wanted to happen again - but it did - again and again and again. Shortly after it was administered, everything went back to normal - with no thought of what happened. It was over, the offense, the emotional talk, and the emotional discipline. All with the exception of the physical marks and the pain I felt for day or two.
We always sat down and talked about the offense. I knew the rules. They were put in place for my own good. I was old enough, in the beginning 23, to know better. Some of the original rules established were that I was not to get drunk, not to fight with her, etc. Other rules were added during the 20 years that I was disciplined. To be fair, whenever a new rule was added, I was not disciplined for it.
The talk always ended with "It's time" and either "Give me your belt, pull down your pants and underwear, and bend over the table" or "Get the belt, strip naked, and get on the bed in position".
A lot went through my mind each time I was naked, in position, and waiting for my discipline to be administered. The wait was intentional so I would contemplate on what I did wrong. I thought about how humiliated I was on the walk to the bedroom. I thought about getting the belt ready for her. I thought about taking my clothes off until I was fully undressed and folding them neatly because that was what she expected. I thought about getting into position - on the bed - the left side of the bed - my side, on my knees with my feet hanging off the end, chest and head resting on the bed with my legs spread wide, hands and arms resting on the bed above my head, my ass in the air, and my face looking away from the door - and where she would be standing. In the bedroom, I always had to be in that position. It gave her the most space to stand and swing the belt without hitting anything else but my ass.
I was always embarrassed and humiliated by the discipline. I felt it because I knew I did something wrong to deserve the belt. I felt it because I couldn't control myself enough to keep out of "the position" and my soon to follow discipline. I felt it because I forced my wife into a situation where there was no alternative than to give me the belt on my naked ass.
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Hello folks, my name is Bunreder. After a fairly long hiatus from ST, I have decided to "up" my involvement from simply being a lurker. I have enjoyed reading the blogs, watching the videos, etc. I certainly feel for those who want something more from this lifestyle and yet circumstances seem to stack against you. There have been many comments, good comments, from those wise enough to offer less advice and more support for those just asking "Why".
Hopefully you will see some comments from me on issues that are close to my heart, perhaps a blog or story I have written.
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I decided to start a blog discussion that I want you - the reader - to continue. I've been thinking about this topic ever since I came back to ST and even discussed it with my Top. The topic is:
"You know that you watch too many spanking videos when . . ."
Finish the sentence. I'll get you started:
You know you watch too many spanking videos when:
1. You get spanked for spending too much time on ST and being late for work in the morning as a result;
2. You recognize spankees' behinds from the tiny picture on the front of the video; and
3. You know, in the first 2.5 seconds of each video, whether you will like it or not.
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This is the ending of week three in my sociology class and i have to write a four page paper discussing the following.... Write a paper discussing the overlap of crime, punishment, and poverty.
In your paper, please explain the following five core arguments made by the authors:
Criminal sanctions and victimization work to form a system of disadvantage that perpetuates stratification and poverty.
Punishment impacts individuals convicted of felonies, as well as their families, peer groups, neighborhoods, and racial group.
After controlling for population differences, African Americans are incarcerated approximately seven times as often as Whites.
Variation in criminal punishment is linked to economic deprivation.
As the number of felons and former felons rises, collateral sanctions play an ever-larger role in racial and ethnic stratification, operating as an interconnected system of disadvantage.
Academic Research Reminder: Academic research papers must meet university level standards of quality recognized by the academic community. What constitutes quality, academic research?
Primary (original) sources written by experts in the field of study.
Secondary sources supported by research in primary sources.
Credible sources (experts in the field; well-known theorists; sources which use primary and secondary sources to support claims).
Relevant research (materials are pertinent to the area of study).
In graduate work, the use of peer-reviewed journal articles (journal articles reviewed by recognized experts in the relevant field of study) is required.
Educational and government websites (those ending with a web URL suffix of .edu or .gov) may be appropriate in some cases but should be evaluated carefully.
Ok so this is what I have to complete before midnight today wish me luck gotta go ! ugh!
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I've noticed that if any video has "teen" in the title, I don't feel comfortable watching it. I know that the participants are over 18, but it still feels wrong to me. Does anyone else have this hang up?
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The fierce irony makes me smile.
“Who is God?”
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
“God is LOVE. Remember that.” WHACK, WHACK.
--from Dead Man Walking by Sister Helen Prejean
It’s all irony and confusion from day one. The parent who cares least is often the most lavish and indulgent, while the parent who loves most inflicts pain and denies the child’s desires. To the infantile mind, love and security are signified by warmth, protection, and the gratification of needs. But for the baby to grow and develop there comes a time when the parent must push the fledging from the cradle.
If you would be strong, you must tax the muscles. If you would be smart, you must challenge the mind. Muscles are exhausted through effort, to the point that they fail and ache, but later, the effort pays off as the muscles respond to the demand and increase in mass. Likewise, the mind rages with frustration while striving to assimilate new knowledge, difficult concepts and complex skills. But again, as new understandings and skills are developed, the result is gratifying and wonderful.
Watch an accomplished athlete or dancer, how effortless their motions appear. And yet, such effortless grace results only from long hours of sweat. Read the most elegant prose or polished poetry. If it’s done well, it seems to have flowed spontaneously from the author’s pen. You will never know how many drafts or revisions there might have been, or how the author struggled to frame his thoughts. In any physical, intellectual or technological pursuit of mankind, progress is achieved only after effort, failure, and pain.
Sometimes, the pain simply has to be ignored. If our ancestors back in the mists of time had only retreated when they got their fingers burned, we wouldn’t have mastered fire. I doubt that I’d be typing this essay on a computer. If I were alive at all, I’d be prowling through the forest in search of raw meat. And if our ancestors hadn’t braved the whip hand of the tyrant, we wouldn’t be blessed with our current level of political dysfunction.
Yet, it also seems to me natural that we cling to notions of an authoritarian hierarchy. The continued survival of man depends on our capacity to cooperate with one another. Our political systems all prove imperfect, and yet, they have continued to carry us to ever higher levels of achievement. But on a personal level, when you have a choice, how do you decide when to submit, or when to assert your own judgment?
This question is further confounded by technological progress that enables women to be, in a modern society, the equals of men. Traditional gender roles are arguably obsolete. Men once did the hunting while the women baked the bread, but that’s not the way of things in an urban society. And the stereotype of the male as the provider and the female as the homemaker is a 1950’s myth. These days, two-earner households are the norm—and in fact, it always was, except for a brief period in the twentieth century.
So, when I read the blog entries here of ladies who desire a man to mentor them, I wonder just what it is they are looking for. Some want a strong hand—not just physically, but emotionally, because deep down, we equate love with pain—WHACK! WHACK!
But surely there’s more to it.
Questions for discussion and comment:
1) The opening quote is from a book about capital punishment. Compare and contrast the intent and purpose of capital punishment versus the intent of corporal punishment.
2) In Confucian ethics, it is proposed that harmony is achieved when people accept and act in accordance with their station in the family and in society. Education is also of paramount importance. Compare and contrast Confucian and Judeo-Christian ethics.
3) In the Muslim world, corporal punishment is often used for infractions against scriptural law. Compare and contrast this view with that of the Puritans in the New World.
4) If punishment is supposed to hurt, why does it make some people horny?
Answer the discussion questions on your own paper. The assignment is due by Friday. Twenty points will be automatically deducted for late work. Inappropriate comments or sexual innuendo in your essays will be sincerely appreciated.
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I wonder, if we were to break down all Spanking Tube members into categories, what percentage would be in each of the following categories:
1. The DD relationship seeker. This is a person who wants to find a spanko they connect with and live happily ever after.
2. The celebrity wannabe (i.e. the people that want to be popular and or make a little money on the side.)
3. The curious, those just checking out the lifestyle for the first time.
4. The collector, the person that wants to spank or be spanked by as many people as possible.
5. The friend seeker. This is the person that just wants to talk with people about their fetish and not feel like a freak. They are likely not interested in meeting people in real life.
6. The video fan. The person that may or may not be in a relationship, but just comes on here for the pics and videos.
7. The couples. The ones who want to get their freak on with the help of visual aids.
8. The sex seeker. This is the person that hopes to give or get a few playful swats and then have sex the rest of the night.
9. The Top looking for a bottom or the bottom looking for a Top. These people do not want a romantic relationship, but they want spanking in their lives
10. Other...I'm sure I missed some people.
So anyone want to participate in my very unscientific, unreliable, and non-valid research study? Which "type" best fits you. I know many of us fit more than one category, so just pick the one that BEST describes you. Thanks.
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Does anyone think that starting a new "lifestyle" relationship is more complicated than starting a vanilla one? I recently met someone and we connected instantly. He's easy to talk to, he gets me and our spanko styles match perfectly (well kinda, he likes the hairbrush and I don't). But....like so many other lifestyle relationships, he's not local.
Do you think long distance relationships work (lifestyle or vanilla) and how do you get them to last?
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Aint been here in a while just saying hello to everyone! studying for my quiz tonight wish me luck!
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Can someone please tell me how to get this video to play
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for all your comments & contributions (especially Mike) to my blog yesterday.I haven’t got time to respond to all of them now but here’s another cynical & controversial offering:
Political party is just a fancy term for… gang; Policy is just a fancy term for… racket; Tax is just a fancy term for… protection money & Politician is just a fancy term for… crook!
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Thanks to Fuchsia and some of my other friends, I was able to recover a few of my old videos that hubby and I filmed years ago.
This is one of my old favorites!
It was so funny, people commented on this video saying we watch too much of that movie Baby Boy!!! hahahahahah lol Too funny!!!
I appreciate all the inboxes that i have been getting with links to my lost clips.
If anyone should see anymore, please let me know.
I will be adding a new video soon. (Maybe when my semester ends in the next few weeks). Well the video not "new", it was filmed last year but I never posted it. So it will be "new" to Spanking tube. lol
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Me and a friend here came to an understanding that wooden seats should be banned. Who would support a petition for that ?
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Yesterday, I had very emotional day. It was my son birthday and I was sad. I Know my son is fine but he had twin sister who passed away who also would have been 17 if she had live. I morn for her and I often wonder what she would be like today. I tried my hardest not to cry but the emotions just pour of me like waterfall. I am a very proud mother today. My 17 year old son is growing up and I am happy that he doing well for himself. I love that boy so much.