Monthly Archives: December 2019

I sat in my car outside Stuart’s house wondering whether I should go and knock right now which would put me bang on time, or whether I should wait for five minutes. I chose the latter, I took a cigarette out of the packet, lit it and inhaled. If I’m in for the spanking ofContinue reading “Discipline Weekend? Hmm…”

So for the past 24 hours since my monster spanking and caning from Graham, I have pretty much cried or slept, visited the bathroom a few times, had a shower, had a few brews, many, many, many cigarettes, swore and railed against those two sadistic men and then got back in bed and started cryingContinue reading “There are Rules? what Rules?”

What ever happened to me self-spanking? When I was self-spanking I was doing okay. I was getting the punishment I thought I deserved, I didn’t cheat on the spankings! I did everything I had written down and I spanked myself thoroughly. I know where it all went wrong of course, letting Mr Wilson spank meContinue reading “Two Alpha Males, One Spanking Machine and One Very Sore Bottom.”

My bottom has calmed down a little from last night and is now sporting some wild welt bruising and cane stripes. If Graham hadn’t been so angry I would have enjoyed that spanking last night, it may sound very severe, and he may have sounded very aggressive but I can assure you, this stuff hadContinue reading “An explanation (of sorts) and a shock!”

Never trust that a man will behave the way you expect him to, especially when that behaviour is set around spanking! I have just returned from my spanking with Graham. It’s 9.45pm, I was there from 7pm and I am stone cold sober, my bottom is minus a good few layers of skin and IContinue reading “A major lesson came my way tonight.”

Stuart had left me this morning with his little note, he had been crystal clear about what he wanted from me and I in return was now buzzing because I had a proper disciplinarian and more than that, from a man I trusted completely. I may not be ready or willing to take a lover,Continue reading “Royally Screwed.”

It’s now two weeks since my previous spanking and my bottom is fully recovered and back to its smooth creamy self. I’m itching to make it just a little bit rosy, but I’ve decided that I should wait and see if Graham remembers his IOU. Bits of our drunken evening are now beginning to revealContinue reading “Graham came calling… and then so did Stuart!”

So, as I sit here waiting and wondering when my hitherto unknown about spanking from Graham will take place, I thought I could use the time to tell you about the huge surprise I found in the formerly named garden shed/workshop. Now renamed my Punishment & Pleasure Palace. Besides, its my palace, I can callContinue reading “Oh wow, I had no idea!”

I’m sober now. Well, that’s actually debatable. I think I may still be drunk. Shit, I have the Grandmother of all hangovers, the Mother moved over and made some room for Granny to step in and wallop me! I have some vague, fuzzy recollections from last night, but mainly I am crawling with embarrassment becauseContinue reading “What on earth was I thinking?!”