There is tenderness in her bottom, true, but also in his embrace. I adore the way he holds her- a physical expression that he loves her despite- or perhaps because of- whatever she's done to earn a sore behind.
In spanking stories- wehther real, fictional, or somewhere in between, I rarely find the spanking itself to be the most significant moment. It's a cricial part of the story, but it's the context- the before and after- that I find more poignant. If I had to pick a moment that I feel defines a story, … Continue reading The Transition
'I certainly hope there are no spiders in here,' Bree shuddered at the thought as she crept forward. Exploring the inside of the mound had seemed like an excellent adventure when she had been standing outside. Now however, crawling through the narrow passage with the screen of her phone providing the only light, she was … Continue reading The Guardian
I can't help but feel like something of an imposter writing here. There is a certain irony in writing a spanking blog and not yet having been spanked. What if when it happens I don't like it? (I know, I'm not supposed to, but you know. . .) While I've had these yearnings for so … Continue reading Becoming Submissive
I have a bit of a thing (the kind of thing some may call an unhealthy obsession) with castles. In my opinion, there are three basic kinds- ranging from the fully functioning refurbished attractions filled with bus loads of tourists to just a few crumbling walls on a hill- indistinguishable from a field of boulders … Continue reading Crumbling Castles and Spanking
I was there the whole time, but I'm still not quite sure how I went from "I could never do that" to "I have to do this." For years I have toyed with my interest in spanking and submission- exploring it, suppressing it, ignoring it. I have learned that this is a part of me … Continue reading Into the Dark