Have a good week. Bad news over here- the Olympic Ladies Beach Volleyball competitors might be allowed to wear T-shirts and Shorts because of our inclement UK weather. Cry Foul! His conviction carried to her ears, and she smiled from her heart. Her small soft hand, firm in his grasp, he pointed at the signature of her naked curves imprinted on their soaring glass. He pressed the paddle against her lower butt. Fresh virgin skin rested under its sure commitment. She stayed still as the powerful impact lifted her tight cheeks, sending a wave of anguish through her behind. Despite its futility, she lifted her legs to ease her agonizing bottom. Without a word, she bent low over their bed. Placing her forearms on their white comforter, her weight of responsibility lifted from her shoulders. Her thin chiffon dress pulled tight over her bum, only a g-string beneath. Their discipline strap would hurt her. She hoped so.

Years ago while based in East Asia I was sent to work in Sydney for a month, and came across Janus issue 132 in a used bookstore. I enjoyed the story of the village disciplinarian and was captivated by the models, Natalie and Tara, both so utterly adorable. While in Sydney I befriended a pretty young woman and she agreed to a fantasy spanking, her first ever, and was curious about it, plying me with questions. What better way to explain than to show her this story in Janus. At my request she read it aloud, with occasional gasps of amazement and delighted giggles. A happy memory indeed. Thanks so much for that photo story, and for the wonderful additional pictures. Sorry to read that Hilary has passed away. If you are still in touch with Tara and Natalie please pass on my thanks for the sprinkle of magic they gave that fantasy and others they appeared in. Would they be willing to be interviewed, I wonder?” His kind choice had stung sense into her without great discomfort. She deserved whatever he prescribed. His moderate discipline drove her determination to support him with excellence tonight.Well it appears once again that I am the only member of the LSF Admin team not suffering from a hangover and in a fit state to post the somewhat belated latest loaded list: You were magnificent tonight," he said. "But I must paddle you. You filled my mental space with unnecessary angst while I prepared for this dinner."

Whap! Shit! That stung – one swat, and it stung that much! And this woman was messing around – what the hell would it feel like if I really had misbehaved and she was serious? Perhaps the boys hadn’t been bigging it up after all! It was over, but for a few moments I stayed bent over that table. It never occured to me to ask Val to stop and the truth is that although she swung a mean paddle (I suspect she’d had some practice over the years as a mom), I had also found the spanking exciting and perversely enjoyable. Val managed to hit just the right note – hard enough to really sting without being enough to have me bawling my eyes out. asking for a spanking Bedroom Submission Callipygous Commentary Dressed For Spanking erotic spanking F/M paddling Flashing foolishness Highly Spankable lingerie Love Our Lurkers Day Memories Men in Panties Paddles paddling panties Political Commentary Potpourri Schoolgirl paddlings school paddlings spanked in panties spanking spanking bench Spanking Parties Stories switching Uncategorized White Panties wtf ArchivesFacing their long dining table, she rubbed one die between her fingers. 'Five' would provide protection against the blistering oak, although five thunderous swats would be furious punishment. Maybe one vicious swat on her bare skin fitted her crime. He frowned. Her attitude had been a growing problem since they'd woken. Mr. and Mrs. Davenport had founded their trusted software business twenty years ago, developing an extensive client base. Relationships mattered to them. Decades younger, he needed to convey a loving, homely impression to win their hearts and acquire their company. We are rather late posting this and deserve to be thrashed mercilessly with a wet noodle:o) Anyway, here are the items that have been loaded over the past 10 days or so. Enjoy!

He broke away. "I didn't need your attitude today. I'm relying on you tonight and expect perfection. Regardless of your performance, I'm will paddle you before bed." She pressed her bare feet onto the floor to keep still. She needed her hurt to atone. The paddle punched blazing pain, meeting honest repentance. She panted, determined to respect her punishment. All the way down to the basement, my excitement grew. In my fantasy I had only ever wanted a spanking, but a paddling would be just as exciting. In my head, I kept thinking: “I’m being taken to the basement for a paddling!” This thought still plays a part in my fantasies to this day.Chastened, his painful words thrilled her sex. "Thank you for your compliment. Tonight was easy once you'd strapped me. I'm sorry I failed you earlier. I deserve the paddle and promise to take it with dignity and grace." She shivered as he returned, carrying their white oak punishment paddle. Six smooth holes drilled through it increased its speed, boosting its pain delivery. His promise powering her, she hung on his next words. She turned on the TV and sat down, looking for all the world like a regular mum. Only she and I knew that five minutes earlier she had paddled my bottom good and sore. With the internet and so much being available online the need or market for spanking magazines seems to have evaporated. I always liked Janus and I thought Ma'am was a superior F/M effort. The best online 'zine was the much missed Bared Affair.