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8 views · 1 hours ago

2? 3? days ago, in response to comments on my last blog "Pink", I posted a photo of 2 full-length slips and 2 waist slips. It has never shown up anywhere on the site.

Is it possible that a picture of 4 items of white lacy underwear was deemed unfit viewing for the fragile souls who frequent Spanking tube and it got censored?

Or maybe with my *ahem* well-known technical competence I screwed up and it didn't actually upload in spite of the fact that the "Thank you for your contribution" message appeared?

Was a picture of my petticoats so irresistible that somebody intercepted it out of the ether and kept it for their own?

In any case, where is it?

I wonder.

33 views · 2 hours ago

ALOHA THIS IS UNCLE SPINNER and this message is for the young men on Maui and around the country. Dad not around or being raised by Mom, let me add a male voice to you're ears...Listen to Uncle ..Take care of yourself, STI’s (sex transmitted infections) Syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia is everywhere in the country and on Maui, highest infection rates ever! where single young men and women are playing “between the sheets” and to make it more intense school 2016-17. is starting for Public and Private High Schools
Remember guys one of the ways you can get syphilis is from oral sex, it is a bacteria and is Highly Contagious…. shootz….
Look old school days I had razor straps, wood and plastic paddles hanging in my room and if I thought you were out partying and I became aware that you were screwing everything that moves Uncle would bring them out to get your attention SHOOTZ boy don't become a young father from a unintended pregnancy or super sick from a sex infection that will mess up your junk because your were thinking with your little head. Have some self control! My paddling days are over, no more paddling from Uncle, paddles and straps gone and time to move on, not kidding
If need Da Kine ideas to stay Healthy, ideas to keep Hormones in check, ideas to be Honorable and Gentlemen Look me up, talk story
Same place every Sunday Greeter for my church.
Take care of yourself STAY HEALTHY
Uncle Spinner on Maui

3 views · 4 hours ago

I think on the whole im becoming a good little sub for Mr G most of the time.
I understand i have to do as he says at all times.
Yet, when im told to do something i dont wanna do, thats it.
Argue, give cheek, more arguing and as hes at work or bedn away, i feel safe to do it as he cant reach me there and then.
Yet i know he will be home.
And i know we have the house to ourselves tomorrow, so why do i do it.
All because i wanted to watch the new series of Big Brother starting tonight.
Mr G is out tonight with work so wont be home til after 11pm so i thought i could stay up late too.
No! He told me usually 9pm, tv off at 10pm
I said i cudda just watched it and you would never know.
He said, you know, i will know.
Ofcourse he will know, he will check on the cameras deliberately now to see when i turned the tv off.
The brat says just watch it and pay the consequences.
But the sub says no, record it like you would normally you dont get into more trouble.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm what do i do ?????

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2 views · 4 hours ago

I recently moved to Eugene, Oregon, and would love to meet a strong woman with a hot hand who knows how to scorch a man's bare bottom. I am physically disabled, so you would have to undress me and help me into position across your lap before my spanking begins. If this would turn you on, please send personal mail. xoxo

Zack Wheeler

10 views · 4 hours ago

Obviously inspired by the tenth anniversary of "Welcome to the Black Parade", a chum of mine suggested I might enjoy getting spanked by Gerard Way. I wouldn't mind that at all but only if Brendon Urie from Panic! at the disco was busy.

This is where I would upload a picture of both but spankingtube doesn't see fit to permit me to do so.

So, Gerard, Brendon, give me a call. My number is 0779....hang on, silly me, you have my number already

I should take this opportunity to clear up some confusion, my avatar is not me, I wish....he's so very pretty after all!

9 views · 5 hours ago

When I put up the video of my gymnastics leotard spanking I received many compliments and messages. It seems everyone enjoyed the spanking that I got in my gymnastics leotard. I was going through me leotard collection yesterday and I found a gymnastics leotard that I wore in competitions when I was in high school. I put on some tan tights and I tried on my high school gymnastics leotard. It still fits! As a matter of fact it fits perfect and it felt wonderful! I love that gymnastics leotard! I called my spanker and told him about my high school gymnastics leotard and how it still fits! I told him how much I was enjoying it with my tan tights! So just 5 minutes later I was getting a spanking in this wonderful gymnastics leotard with tan tights! It was such a great feeling! I really love getting a spanking in a leotard and tights but this was really nice! I enjoyed that spanking so much!
I know the Summer Olympics are coming in a few weeks and team USA gymnastics will have the nicest leotards of all the gymnasts! After you watch them, you can watch me get a spanking in a real gymnastics competition leotard!

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57 views · 11 hours ago

would you spank me if you caught me wearing panties?

40 views · 12 hours ago

After arguing on Monday night and continung Tuesday morning, Mr G told me i had 200 lines to write.
I must not argue with master when he is away. All rules still apply.
Lines are always written in pencil in my notebook.

Thought it would look funky using different colours.

Im not breaking the rules, i dont think, as im still using pencils, but theres nothing in the rules that allows me to use colouring pencils either.
I just thought it would make a change.
No doubt when ive completed my 200, and sent a picture of each page to him, i will find out if Mr G approves or not.
I really cant help acting like a child at times.

121 views · 21 hours ago

today my moods a lil blue.. but I'm here at the Tube just the same... haven't watched one video today but I have read blogs *lil smile*.. sometimes I just like to do that...I read my messages n found warm wishes n genuine carin there...I even went back n read old blogs of my own.. dont ask me why cause I couldn't tell ya...I have a huge void in my life that I know will never get filled but hey that's life I guess... my partner asked me to marry him for the 5th time since we have been together ( nearly 7 yrs)......each time ive said no..... this time I told him I need to think on it.... *sighs*...I may just take him up on it...the plus side if I'm ever in line n they call me alphabetically ill go from W to C.......

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75 views · 23 hours ago

I want to share my progress since last update down 20# funny when spanked and you don't want to be it has impressive results in motivating me

91 views · 1 days ago

A scorching Texas sun beat down as Tara and her friend
Megan lounged in the back yard in their new thongs.
Both girls had chugged some cold beers, and now
all Megan wanted was to kick back and relax, listening
to the tunes on a C&W station from Fort Worth playing
on the boom box.
But Tara would not stop her nagging.
The blonde former high school cheerleader seemed like
today all she wanted to do was bitch and moan and
gripe about anything and everything she could think
of. And, frankly, she was getting on Megan's nerves. The
sun was hot, the Budweisers were cool, there was a
slight breeze and everything was there to make for a
perfect late summer afternoon. But Tara's bratty
behavior, her whining and endless chatter, was putting
a damper on it all. Megan just rolled her eyes,
adjusting herself face down on the blanket and
pretended not to hear.
The sound of a motor followed by slamming cardoors
announced the arrival of the girls' two friends,
Christy and Denise. A moment later they strode into
the back yard, Denise in cutoffs and halter top and
carring a six pack, and Christy in shorts and T top
with a blanket and bottle of suntan oil. They quickly
peeled off their outer garments revealing the fetching
new thongs they'd just gotten from Fredricks of
Hollywood, and stretched out on their white blanket
next to Megan and Tara.
"Hey, Christy" Megan said, "Lemme have some of that
lotion, okay?" Obligingly, the blonde, blue-eyed
Christy stepped over Denise and knelt down beside
Megan, rubbing some of the Coppertone onto her tanned
skin. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, that feels great !" Megan cooed, lifting herself up long enough to take a sip of beer from the still frosty can. She put her head down on
her arms, closed her eyes and drank in the good
sensations of sun, wind and Christy's soft hands
massaging her back and thighs. Everything would have
been heaven, but Tara continued to whine and complain.
"Hey, you guys" Denise piped up, "Did y'all remember
it was two years ago today they had the big paddlin'
out in Timpson?" Christy and Megan giggled. Yeah they
remembered ! It was a big news story at the time, the
entire senior class including the Homecoming Queen and her court of honor each got three licks with the
paddle for hanging out in the parking lot after first
bell. The three girls talked about the incident and
laughed slightly, but Tara was grumpy and pouty,
irritated that her three friends weren't much
interested in her whiny complaints today. Megan
glanced at Tara, noticing her firm, brownly tanned
bottom cheeks beautifully accented by the violet
thong, and all the chit-chat about 38 red, sore
fannies suddenly made her blurt out "I think I see
another butt that needs to get swatted !"
Christy and Denise burst into laughter at Megan's
remark, but Tara sat bolt upright and scowled. "Yea,
yea, yea" Tara mocked, "You guys are so $^$%#@ funny!" With that, impetuously, she reached over with one bare foot and kicked over Christy's bottle of
Coppertone, sending the liquid streaming out across the
blanket. "HEY !" Christy yelled, "Don't be such a
little brat, Tara !" Megan had had enough. Growing
up in a home with two sisters, and now an aunt to
neices and nephews, she knew exactly how this kind of
silly misbehavior should be addressed, whether the
guilty party was 8, 18 or 28. Megan scrambled to her
feet and took Tara by her arm, pulling her upright as
Denise and Christy looked on, open mouthed, suspecting what was coming. "MEGAN, what are yew DEWIN'?" Tara yelped, slightly fearful now at Megan's reference to a spanked butt. "You've been a little bitch all freakin' DAY, Tara" Megan scolded, "And I'm tired of
it. You wanna behave like a little kid, okay ! You'll
be treated like a little kid !"
Grasping her right arm, Megan steered Tara off the
dry, tickly grass and onto the sunbaked concrete slabs
of the patio, quickly sitting down on the step and
pulling the squirming, protesting Tara across her lap.
"MEGAN ! DAMN IT, NOOOO !" Tara wailed, "PLEASE !"
Megan ignored her as she raised her right leg and
tucked it firmly around the backs of Tara's thighs to
hold her down. Denise and Christy, laughing
hysterically, stood on the grass watching, their eyes
alight. On the radio, Shania Twain belted out "Honey,
I'm Home" as Megan raised her hand and brought it down hard on Tara's soft, quiverring backside ....
SMACK !!!! Tara screamed. "OWWWWWWW ! KNOCK IT OFF !"
CRACK !!! AYOWTCH !!! Tara began blubbering ....
"Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day ...." Shania
sang as Megan's hand rose and fell, rose and fell,
landing hot and hard with a fast series of sharp,
crisp smacks on Tara's rapidly reddening haunches.
CRACK !!!! WHACK !!!! SMACK !!!!! THWACK !!!!
"YEOWWWCH IT HURTS !!!!!" Tara wailed, furiously
squirming and trying to kick as her punishment
continued to her woe and to Denise and Christy's
amusement. Christy took and sip of beer and Denise
shifted her weight from one leg to the other, each
glad it wasn't her over Megan's lap.
CRACK !!!! SLAP !!!!! WHAP !!!!!! "Hey, Hey, Hey hey
hey ....." Shania wound up, her high notes nowhere
near as high as Tara's, crying and bawling as her
tender backside burned like hellfire. After a couple
of dozen spanks, Megan allowed Tara to stand. The
well chastened blonde ruefully reached back rubbing
her fanny, her face flushed and hot, salty tears
coursing down her cheeks. "Are you gonna behave now?" Megan demanded. Tara nodded, a lump in her throat, doing all she could to suppress a sob. "Okay, I HOPE so" Megan said. "We're gonna have at least another 30 minutes of peace and quiet around here cuz YOU, young lady, are gonna go stand in the corner for half an hour!" Taking Tara by the hand she led her into the kitchen, positioning her firmly in the corner beside
the fridge. "You move ONE INCH from here" Megan
warned, "And you're getting another licking. PLUS I
WILL send you to bed without supper tonight, you
understand ?" "Yah, Megan, okay, okay ..." Tara
winced. The girl knew she had better obey, because
Megan WOULD make good on her threat of early bed, no
supper and other tanning if she didn't. A stray tear
dribbling down her face, Tara stood silently in the
corner and Megan padded back outside.
Christy, Denise and Megan relaxed in the back yard,
all three excited and giggly over Tara's well earned
spanking. But Christy and Denise knew they had best not get too mouthy or bratty, because the look on Megan's face made it clear that more than one licking could be dished out today if a bad attitude called for it !

67 views · 1 days ago

Tara the Brat - Part Two
Christy, Tara and Megan stretched out and soaked in the
blazing Texas sun. The three friends' toned and
tanned young bodies in their daring thongs would
certainly have aroused any guy who happened to catch
sight of them, including the 12 year old brat who
lived next door. The boy was even now peeking out his
bedroom window enthralled at the sight of the girls'
long legs, curvaceous forms and browned, sunwarmed
skin. Megan knew he was there, and she laciviously
wiggled her firm buttocks and lay with her legs
slightly parted in hopes of making him watch all the
harder and suffer the pangs of adolescent lust. "Let
him look!" Megan thought silently to herself. "At his
age, guys think about only ONE freakin' thing !" She
smirked and suppressed a giggle.
As Megan mused, Denise busied herself with the outdoor
grille. The girls were planning a cookout and Denise
- the only married gal of their little group - could
always add something special. Tim, her hubby,
sometimes joked Denise was a skillful in the kitchen
as she was in the bedroom, words that brought a pretty
blush to her face and evoked laughter from her
friends. "Megan, where's the dang Kingsford charcoal at?" Denise called, rousing Megan from her revere. "Oh, it's inside, I'll fetch it" Megan said, getting up and
scampering towards the kitchen door.
Pushing aside the sliding glass partition from the
patio and stepping inside, Megan stopped dead in her
demanded of Tara. Because, contrary to her order of
only 10 minutes before, the blonde, statuesque Tara
had left the corner and was halfway across the kitchen
floor, seeming to be sneaking towards the window to
peek out. "MEGAN .... I .... I .... um ..... I thought
the half hour was over ... uh ..... " Tara stammered,
desperately trying to think of an explaination for her
Megan understood it all in one glance. "WHAT did I tell you would happen, Tara?" Tara's face flushed and she stared down wordlessly. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU, TARA?" Megan demanded again, loud and stern. " said I'd get another spankin' and have to go to bed with ...without supper ...." Tara replied in
a small, meek voice. The look in Megan's eyes reminded
her of the look in her mom's eyes not so many years
ago when she was to get a taste of maternal
correction, Texas Style, and she involuntarily placed
one small, soft hand on her right butt cheek.
Megan shouted to Christy and Denise, "Hey you guys,
get on in here !" Padding into the kitchen, the two
girls immediatley understood Tara had bratilly ignored
Megan's order. Spying the old pinewood school paddle
hanging on the wall, Christy smirked and said "Hey,
Tara babe, I think maybe y'all need a little discipline like we got in school, remember that ?" Oh man, did Tara remember that day before Thanksgiving, 1992, when Miss Murphy had made her tender fanny blaze like a furnace, and she felt her stomach do a flip flop at Christy's mention of it. Megan took the heavy paddle off its hook and strode over to Tara's left, slightly behind. "Over the table, young lady!"she snapped. Tara didn't move. "SMACK!" "YEOWTCH" Tara yelped as Megan's hand crisply slapped her trimlittle ass. "I SAID OVER THE TABLE AND I MEAN RIGHT DAMN NOW !" Megan meant business. Ruefully, Tara pushed aside a lock of blonde hair and turned to bend over the table. Bending, her buttocks were thrustoutward and upwards, a lovely and erotic sight inother circumstances, but today a somber one as her twin globes were about to burn as a sacrificial offering in reparation for bad behavior.
"Denise, y'all said this here is the second
anniversary of the big paddlin' at Timpson, right?" Megan asked. "Yup" Denise replied, "They all got three
licks!" "Okay, then" Megan said, "Three licks it is!"
She tightened her grasp on the paddle's wooden handle.
"Stand with your feet further apart, Tara" she
commanded, and Tara nervously spread her legs, leavingthe most soft and fleshy regions of her fanny all the more vulnerable.
Megan lightly touched the paddle to Tara's bottom,
lining it up just as a vice principal in North Carolina once had with her at age 18. Megan swungthe paddle back. Christy, her eyes dancing, momentarily rubbed her left ankle with her big toe asshe and Denise looked on, spellbound .....
The wooden paddle cut through the air ......
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh ........
THWACK !!!!!!!!!!!
OWCHIEEEEEEEE !!!!!!" Tara screamed. The hard wooden board sunk into her tan flesh with the sound and the sensation of a firecracker exploding. Her pretty eyes
teared as she tried to steel herself for what was
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooossshhhh ....
OWWWWWW MY GAWD !!!!!!!! The punished blonde bawled as the second spank rocked her up on her toes and made her butt feel as if she'd just sat on a hot stove.
"Owowowww ..." she whimpered, near sobbing.
"I'll be good ..... "
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosssshhhh .....
SMACCCKKKKK !!!!!!!!!!
The old school paddle delivered a final, stinging
chastisement to the young woman's lucious backside.
She lept up, placing both hands on her reddened cheeks
and wailed "THAT HURTS SO MUCH !!!!!" then burst into
tears. Megan returned the paddle to the hook.
"What else did I warn y'all would happen, Tara?" Tara
choked back a sob. "Early bed without supper..." she
said in a little girl voice. Christy and Denise
snickered. "Just like when we were 12!" Denise
laughed. Taking Tara by the hand and accompanied by
their two friends, Megan led her to the bedroom and
pulled back the covers. "Okay, young lady, get to bed
RIGHT NOW !" delivering one last hand slap to Tara's
thigh to hurry her along. Sniffling, Tara crawled
under the covers and buried her face in the pillow,
her eyes wet with salty, hot tears.
"Tara" Megan said, "Y'all can just lay here and be hot
and hungry. I'm takin' the electric fan. You better
not get up until mornin' cuz if you do, well, you
remember the rule from when we were kids !" Tara
blushed with shame. Christy tucked her in and thought
to herself how terribly warm Tara was going to be
under those itchy blankets on his late summer afternoon
without air conditioning or even the fan to stir the
air. The three girls all wished Tara "Good night" and
left, closing the door and returning to the yard for
their cookout.
Tara lay on her tummy under the covers, her cute butt
smarting. She was hot and thirsty and her stomach rumbled with hunger. The sweltering Texas sun shone brightly into the room, and the warm breeze carried in the delicious scent of the steaks grilling outside. Tara winced at the sting, but in her heart she knew she'd earned her spankings today, both of them, and she knew what Megan had done she'd done out of friendship. The tall, shapely blonde turned slightly on her side and rubbed her sore, aching cheek with one soft hand. Yes, her backside hurt, but the hurt felt kind of good, too, in a strange and unexpected way. Tara suddenly felt very loved, and grateful to have friends like Megan, Christy and Denise.
Comforting herself, she drifted off to sleep with the
hint of a smile on her face.
THE END (_|_)

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139 views · 1 days ago

Even tho Mr G is away, I've still managed to get myself in trouble, for arguing yet again, not doing as I was told yet again and arguing/discussing I called it my punishment for arguing.
All because we were discussing buying a bit gag, and I found a pretty pink one, very cheap on Amazon. As it was from China it would take weeks to arrive.
But i ordered it as we texted each other.
Without approval.
This led on to me arguing about buying it, then I was instructed to write him a story.
I was being deliberately awkward asking if he wanted me to write it on WhatsApp oorin my notebook.
In the end he phoned me, telling me I wouldn't act this way if he was at home.
I've now been awarded with 200 lines, plus continuing with the story.
I took some pics of how my mouth pulls faces he doesn't like.

These aren't as bad as the brat looks I can do.
And yes I acted like a brat last nite and this morning.
And we still have to "discuss"my buying without approval.
I think we all know what that "discussiin" means.

161 views · 1 days ago

I'm 18 and I feel like I'm probably the youngest person on this site aha. But anyway I'm looking to get more involved in the spanking fetish community in my area but I'm not exactly sure how to do that so if anyone has any advice please message me :)

190 views · 1 days ago

what are your hard limits? mine are the cane, anything that causes bleeding, lack of intelligence, no sense of humor and a few others i may mention later but i want to hear what other people's are.

Since I get asked about my limits a lot I have added the complete list to my profile page.

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280 views · 1 days ago

I don't owe anyone any explaination for what I say n do......... n I'm not lookin for pity or makin any excuses for myself.. when I'm an asshole ill own up to it.......n yes I know its quite often...but yes I have ALOT goin on in my life.... I'm not goin to disclose the biggest issue here because I just cant.. all I'm gonna say about that is its been goin on for over a yr now..... its a life or death situation ... people r in danger.. ive never felt more helpless in my life n what is goin on is on my mind so much that I swear I'm gonna totally lose it...add to that just normal every day life the cat, my partner, my job, n yes even the internet at times just gets to be a lil too much ... I don't have anyone to talk to.....not really talk to...I have my kids of course but I'm THE MOM... I'm the one that THEY have to be able to come to... I'm the one that they can depend on so I cant fall apart with them.....I have to make sure I remain strong n be their leanin post....this issue has effected us all n I pray every day.. many times a day for a solution.. a happy endin...... but I'm at that point where I don't see that happenin....... so yeah sometimes I'm funny , sometimes I'm a nag... sometimes I'm silly.. n sometimes I'm just a plain ass... bear with me , it may not get any better................

122 views · 1 days ago

I've been wanting to meet new like minded ppl so if you want to see me live on Skype comment here and I'll send you the information.... I'll be waiting

137 views · 2 days ago

"Oooooooooooh ....... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....... Yummmmmmmmm ........." 18 year old Connie cooed and moaned, sunk deep in the straw pile in the shadows at the back of the barn. Beside her, cast carelessly on the dirt floor lay her skimpy cutoffs and halter top, her bra and panties. For Connie, breathless, had what she'd always desired: a real cowboy. Billy Bob was atop her, their bare, sweaty flesh squirming in a steaming frenzy of teenage love and lust, Connie's deep, wet itch being scratched as only a boy can do. The two teens' mounting passion built towards its climax and suddenly, deliciously, Connie felt as if the sun had exploded inside her. Her blonde hair splayed out on the hay, she threw her head back and shreiked, a high, girlish wail of desire fulfilled as the burning friction scorched like the fire of hell and transported her to the cloudy zenith of heaven. Billy Bob groaned, his tight, hard ass pounding up and down like a jackhammer as an explosion of lava erupted, making him grit his teeth and pant furiously as his body shook with more pleasure than he thought he could endure.
Perspiring, gasping and supremely sated, the two young lovers fell limply onto the soft straw, wordlessly basking in the afterglow of passion and cooling down. Since daddy had hired Billy Bob earlier in the summer, Connie had learned what it truly meant to be a woman. Yes, she'd had boyfriends, young local men she'd dated in high school, but none had ever come close to lifting her up to the screaming transports of raw sexual joy as did "Her Cowboy." Those guys were just kids, but Billy Bob was a real man, and one who knew how to make her feel like a real woman. Connie smiled and nuzzled her lover, resting her head on his broad, muscular shoulder. As the sunbaked Texas afternoon dawdled on, they drifted off to sleep.
"WHAT THE HELL ??????" Connie awoke with a start and Billy Bob sat bolt upright. Glaring down at them, his face like a stormy night, stood Connie's Daddy. "Daddy!" Connie exclaimed, trying desperately to grab her discarded clothes, her mind whirling in a thousand directions and now terrified. "BE QUIET, LITTLE GIRL" Daddy roared, dragging his naked, blushing daughter to her feet and grabbing her arm like a iron vice. "YOU, BOY, you PACK YOUR THINGS and GET OFF MY PROPERTY RIGHT DAMN NOW, YOU HEAR ME YOU WHITE TRASH PECKERWOOD ?" Billy Bob, more concerned with saving his own hide than coming to the aid of his lover, scrambled up, grabbed his jeans, boots and shirt, and beat a fast retreat from the barn and the older man's wrath. Billy Bob knew Connies daddy was a real redneck, one who'd stop at nothing to defend his old fashioned notions of a daughter's honor. "Nope, the best thing to do is grab my stuff and hit the highway for Oklahoma," he thought. Raising dust in his battered F150 he took one last glance back at the barn and wondered how Connie would try to explain things to her dad.
Before the sound of Billy Bob's truck faded down the county road, Daddy stood glowering furiously at his youngest girl. "Did your mother and me raise you to be a slut? he demanded. "Well ?" His strong arms folded, he stood awaiting an answer. "N, daddy ...." Connie stammered. "I....I'm sorry ..." "SORRY MY ASS !!!" Daddy roared. You're sorry you got CAUGHT, but you're not sorry you rolled in the hay with the damned hired help. Well, Missy, you're going to be a good bit sorrier, y'all can be sure of that !" Connie tried to back away, wishing only she could get her cutoffs and top back on, and feeling helpless and hopelessly exposed. Despite the blazing heat of the August afternoon she felt a chill. "Mom and me raised you to be a Christian" Daddy continued. Daddy was a lay deacon in the Baptist Church and Connie had accepted the lord and been baptized when she was 14. "What would Pastor Edwards think if he knew about this ? What would your mother think?" Connie was silent, shamed beyond any words of defense. She was a young woman with all the gnawing desires of young womanhood, and she had succumbed to temptation. Succumbed, and been caught. She knew what the Bible taught about sin, and she also knew what it had to say about parental correction of the young. Lord knows, Pastor Edward returned to this theme from the pulpit on many a Sunday. The minister was known as a strict disciplinarian in his own house, and it was rumored even his pretty, 30ish wife Anne was not immune to an occasional trip across her husband's knee.
Now, in the silence of the sweltering barn, Connie heard the sound she dreaded most: the metallic clink of Daddy's belt buckle and the whooshing sound it made and he quickly pulled it out of the belt loops on his work pants. She looked up, imploringly, but what she saw was a look of grim determination on Daddy's face and the brown leather belt, doubled over and hanging in his right hand like a rattler poised to strike. It happened in a heartbeat. Connie's dad, a large, well built man toughened by years of outdoor work, grasped his 120 pound daughter and forced her gently but firmly down on the very hay bales where only a short while before she and Billy Bob had squirmed and kicked, enjoying each others young, well toned bodies. "DADDDDYYYYYYYYY !!!!!!" the girl wailed, hoping somehow to avert her well earned chastisement. "I'M 18 ! PLEASE DON'T !" Daddy said nothing, but swung the heavy leather belt over his right shoulder. Connie tensed, trying to ready herself for what he hadn't experienced in over a year. The sweat trickled down her face and she sobbed in shame and self pity. The belt whooshed down ........

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CRACK !!!!!!!! Connie screamed, this time not in ecstacy but in agony. The tough leather bit into the girl's soft ass and stung as if she'd been bitten by a scorpion. WHACK ! SMACK ! THWACK ! Over and over the rawhide belt impacted the teen's quiverring, reddening cheeks as she twisted, cried and wailed out her pain and humiliation. "DADDDDDDYYYYYYY PLEASE ..... PLEASE ! I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE ........ !!!!!!" But Daddy was relentless. As the father of three daughters, he knew only too well that a girl will promise anything to stop a sound spanking once it has started. And, though Connie's cries hurt his heart, he knew where his fatherly duty lay and raised the belt again .... WHACK !!!! CRACK !!!!! THWACK !!!!!! Across Connie's ass cheeks the belt burned angry red weals, and then seared across the backs of her legs as she howled. A gush of salty tears streamed down her face and her entire backside scorched as if she'd sat down on a hot stove. "I'M SORRRRYYYYYY !!!!!!!" Her cries startled some robins in the apple tree outside, and they took off in a flock, seeming to follow Billy Bob down the road. Then, at last, the punishing agony ended.
Connie, shaken by the pain and nearly hoarse from crying, was allowed to stand. "Get dressed" Daddy told her. "I won't tell mom what happened today, but you had BETTER NOT EVER do this again, you understand ?" The meaning of her dad's words were clear: lovemaking belonged in marriage and not in a sordid trist between two kids in the haypile. Connie nodded. Daddy refastened his belt and looked into his daughter's eyes. "I'm sorry I had to do this, honey" he told her, "But sometimes the 'Rod of Correction' is needed even at your age." Connie, hurriedly pulling on her cutoffs, was afraid she'd burst out crying again if she tried to speak, so remained quiet. "Y'all can get to your chores later" Daddy continued, knowing that some of Connie's friends were coming over that afternoon. And with that, he turned and went back to the house, closing the screen door quietly behind him.
Connie was walking across the soft, sunwarmed grass behind the house when a cardoor out front let her know Tara, Christy and Denise had arrived. Similarly attired in shorts or cutoffs with halters or T tops, Connie's three high school friends appeared from beside the house, one carrying a 12 pack of Pepsi. As they fell into conversation, the three other girls immediately sensed something was wrong, and Connie blurted out the truth. "Oh my GAWD!" Tara gasped, feeling a sympathetic twang of pain at hearing of Connie's belt whuppin' only minutes before. Tara, Christy and Denise all knew the feeling on their own daddies' belts on their curvy young rumps, and all four girls had also felt the sting of the paddle in school. Their own chastisements, and those of friends and enemies, were now and again the topic of discussion between them, and the whole subject of spankin' 17 or 18 year olds seemed kind of funny ... just so long as THEY weren't the 17 or 18 year olds being spanked. Be that as it may, however, the girls had grown up in a small rural town in east Texas where sore fannies at home and school were just a part of life that had to be accepted.
"Come on" Christy said, "Let's go on up to your room and hang out, watch CMT." The four girls padded upstairs and Connie sat down gingerly on her bed, moving her stuffed teddy bear to one side. Tara went into the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of aloe vera cream. "Roll over" she told Connie, who, understanding what her friend was about to do, rolled on her tummy and hiked down her cutoffs and frilly panties, revealing two bright red butt cheeks. Denise whistled. "Ohhhh, man" Christy said, "Girl, that's GOTTA hurt !" The three felt genuinely sorry for their friend. Taking a bit of lotion on her palm, Tara gently massaged Connie's fanny, slowly rubbing away some of the heat and lingering sting. One final, small tear dribbled from her eye, but Tara's hand felt so good and soothing, and she felt comforted and good having her three gal pals with her right now: they all knew what this was like, too, and being real friends were glad to help her through it.
Connie's backside hurt less when she pulled up her cutoffs and then sat on the edge of the bed. Gretchen What's-Her-Name was belting out "Redneck Girls Like Me" on the TV when Christy smiled and reached for her backpack. "Um, ladies?" Christy giggled, "I got somethin' here to go with that Pepsi and I'll bet it'll help Connie feel better, too!" Christy drew out a pint bottle of Jack Daniels. "WOW" Denise squealed, "Where the heck did ya get THAT ?" Christy laughed. "I found the key to my dad's liquor cabinet... he'll never miss it !" Cautiously, giggly, enjoying their forbidden fruits and ever so careful not to let Connie's mom or dad discover their partaking of adult beverages, the four teens had a fun couple of hours. Tara suggested that weekend they drive on into Foat Wuth cuz she knew of a big party going on Saturday night. Connie seconded that and, forgetting the now fading sting in her nether regions, said "Hell yea ! Maybe we'll meet some real cowboys !!!"

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I thought I would try some photos of me wearing my Basque, I love the colour purple.

I do feel sexy in it.

And I do like taking pictures in the garden, I'm not bothered if anyone sees.

Wanted to go into the driveway and take a selfie leaning against Mr G's Porsche but I didn't have the nerve to do that.

Perfect Spanking