For a very long time, I’ve been into spanking. It was the first thing I wrote about when I switched my blog from vanilla to kink. I had a host of fantasies and read a lot of erotica that centered around that particular act. Not a lot of preamble, but many of my stories were …
She rocks back, crying out as the cane lands again. “Higher.” Pulling her knees under her, she lifts her hips higher before lowering her cheek to the comforter. She braces for the next fiery strike. “Spread your legs.” He wants to see, wants to inhale her. The hitch in his breathing tells her how much …
I want a spanking. Like one that leaves me floaty and happy and teary and spaced. No, that’s not what this post is about. It’s about love and dating, and… okay maybe a little bit about how badly I need a spanking. (Stop me if you’ve heard this before) Before I met DomSigns and we …
She liked the bruises. The way they bloomed bright on her pearly skin; bright red at the first thwack of the crop, then purplish-blue, until it was yellow-green as it faded slowly. It was a joy to watch them change. The bruises are what brought her back. Her endured pain painted on her breasts, thighs, …
Mary was in trouble and she knew it. She’d been disrespectful to her husband, spending money recklessly, and causing a scene outside the house. Her husband could’ve punished her privately, but her behavior – and subsequent destruction of her neighbor’s property during her fit – earned her something a little more public. They lived in …
I’m difficult to bruise. I’ve enjoyed being spanked for the last 5 or 6 years, but it’s very difficult to show bruises on my bottom. It could be related to my age, my skin color, how padded my bottom is, or that few men have the patience to get under my skin and dedicate the …
Part one, part two – Cutthroat? What the fuck kind of name was that? Marie was becoming more and more unsettled by this situation. She’d been ushered below deck, into a sparse, but large cabin and left there. After checking the door and finding it locked, she grimly marched to the lone bed in the …