Just My Random Perverted Thoughts

I open the door to the RV, MA stepped inside and I followed, patting her bum at the same time.
“Get naked then!”
I sat and watched as she started to take her clothes off.
“You just going to sit and perve at me undressing?”
“That’s the idea.”
She undressed and stood there expectantly.
“Fetch the flogger then.”
She picked up the suede flogger and handed it to me. I pushed her over to the bed and she sprawled out face down. She screwed her face up, eyes shut tight.
“Are you OK?”
“Yes! No! I don’t know! I don’t know what I have got myself into.”
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You have got yourself into experiencing different ways of having sex.” I nibbled her ear. Then I bit her ear lobe very gently. “Nothing I am going to do will hurt any more than what I just did to your ear. You can always say stop at any time.”
She turned to look at me. I kissed her. Then I smacked her bum.
“It’s time for your flogging!”
She lay face down, the contours of her back and bum showed up in the soft light. I ran my hand lightly up and down, a soft caress and sometimes a scratch with my fingernails.
She lay sighing with the pleasure. “Mmmmnn, it’s nice.”
I picked up the flogger. I ran the tails down her back and over her bum. I flicked the flogger gently. She shuddered at the new sensation. Gentle stroke, sharp flick; repeated.
Then a smack on her bum. She jumped.
“Oh!”
I ran my hand gently over her bum, leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Nice?”
“Yes.”
My hand explored between her legs. She pushed against me. I pulled away as if to tease put pushed my hand back and ran my fingers into the wet of her sex.
“Ready for sex?” I whispered in her ear.
She turned and held me tightly.
“Yes, yes please.”

Over on her blog Pandora raises some interesting views on spanking porn.

Pandora is about to launch a pay web site featuring spanking porn. I can’t wait and will be first in the queue with my credit card in my hot sweaty hand. But I digress.

Pandora wants to feature all kinds of spanking porn, and to aim that porn at a wide audience, both straight, gay male and female. The problem is that the biggest consumer of paid for porn is straight males, and they have narrow tastes when it comes to porn. Men want to see men spanking girls or girls spanking girls. So Pandora’s idea of some male/male or female/male porn, as well as the more mainstream male/female female/female, may not go down to well with the largest percentage of her audience.

Well I have contrary view. Publish and be damned Pandora, I quite like the idea of see some boys bums getting a good thrashing, and I don’t much care if it’s another boy or a girl with the implement!

Some time ago (the sadly missed) Niki Flynn and Ludwig produced a really cute video of Niki thrashing Ludwig. I loved it and I was eagerly awaiting the sequel but it looks like it’s not to be since Niki retired. I also offered my own bottom as a target if Ludwig fancied a bit of revenge but it looks like that may not happen either.

My point is that the only way to open kinky minds and pull them away from their deeply held and narrow view of porn is to offer them something different and suggest that they have a look.

Boys or girls. Cute bums getting spanked, what’s not to like?

Click the picture to find out!

More of this photoset can be seen at English Spankers

From ‘Clare Fonda’s Spanked Sweeties’

Click the picture for the inverse view!

More of this shoot is available HERE and HERE

“So what did you do after I left Monday night.” I asked.
“Sat on my couch and watched TV.” MA replied.
“Is that all? You just let you sopping wet minge sort itself out?”
“Well… No, not quite.” She looked guilty.
“So when I was cursing my frustrations while I was working you were …?”
“I did sort myself out, yes.” she admitted.
“You masturbated!”
“Mnn, yes.” A very guarded response.
“So tell me about it. What did you do?”
“I sat here on my couch and rubbed myself.”
“Dressed in you PJs?”
“No I was naked, I took the PJs off.”
“So you sat naked on the couch and masturbated until you climaxed?”
“Yes.” A very emphatic yes.
“Just one climax?”
“No.” A guarded no. “Two or three.”
“Well was it two or three, you must remember.”
“Three.” The guilty look had returned.
“Don’t you think that was selfish, to tease me and not let me touch you then to throw me out with only a peck on the cheek, then sit here wanking yourself off three times?”
“I like teasing you.”
“I like to be teased but I expect a bit more than a tease particularly as we had planned to make love.”
“You cross with me?”
“A little.”
I held her wrists firmly with my right hand, pulling her across my lap and holding her in a scissor grip with my legs. She struggled briefly but the wriggling just pushed her deeper into my scissor grip. I pushed her right over and pulled her skirt up.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I think I would.” I slid her knickers over her cheeks.
“Nice bum. It would look lovely if it was a delicate shade of pink.”
I smacked her alternatively on each cheek. Very softly. Her bum turned pink.”
“That didn’t hurt.” She taunted.
“Do you want it to hurt?”
“Not too much, please, not too much.”
Six more smacks, slightly harder. She squealed a little.
“There, I think that’s enough.”
I let her go. She sat up.
“Well, shall we go test that new bed out now?” She asked.
“May as well, nothing else to do.”

Regular reader will recall that I met a nice couple at a local munch a few months back. The were newbies to the munch scene but not newbies to BDSM. They had been playing in private for a while. Since then there has been some activity to get them to a party to participate and full fill an ambition that they had. To get naked in public, indulge in some bondage and get spanked.

I was not involved in any of this organising. I was moving to my winter quarters, changing employment and lots of other stuff so my kink went on the back burner. In fact I washed up the pot and put it away in a cupboard.

I was very surprised to get an email inviting me to the party. I did not have a partner to take so I thought that I may be excluded, Kink can be much worse than Naturism for the ‘No singles’ exclusion policy. But much like naturism once you’re known the doors do open, if only a little.

Lack of partner was not a problem, they wanted a doorman/meeter and greeter/waiter. Ok so I have to work for my entry!

Silk and Gloss, a gay couple, were organising the party at their home. I had never been to their home before so I arrived early to get acquainted with what was going to happen. They were camping it up and getting ready for the party. Great fun to watch.

Eventually folk started to arrive, the Newbies and a few others I knew from the munch. Once all the guests were assembled it was time to get kinky. And naked.

Folk were standing around dressed sipping drinks. Some were in kinky dress but the theme was naked. I thought a naked waiter might liven it up a bit so I wandered around with a tray of drinks wearing only an apron. An occupational hazard for the nearly naked waiter is getting one’s bum pinched, smacked and groped.

The house was warm.
The music was setting the mood and the pace.
The alcohol lowered inhibitions.
I stood and watched.
Naked voyeur:-

A few more people undressed; little by little the party evolved from awkward people not sure what to do into naked people playing.

Ms Newbie was undressed and had her arms restrained behind her back. Mr Newbie delighted in showing her off. And she was getting off on the attention. She has nice boobs with cute flower tattoos on them. She also has a nice bum. A very smackable bum.

I offered Mr Newbie a chair from the dining room.
“This is ideal if you want to sit and put someone over your knee”
Mr Newbie fetched his partner over.
“It was your idea Fred, want to start?”
I sat down. Ms Newbie went over my knee. I squeezed her bum. (she groped me earlier this is just retaliation.)
I started to smack. She squealed and wriggled on my lap. Mr Newbie was really getting off on watching. Others turned to watch, attracted by the sound of buttock percussion.

A game of pass the bottom developed with Ms Newbie being draped across different laps. Her bottom getting redder and her squeals more intense. I think she got spanked by everyone. (She was not spanked hard, we only used our hands.)
Her bottom was a delightful shade of pink.

Some wandered off to find some private space, others were more open. Sex and spanking is a heady mix.

All too soon people started to get dressed and go home, the exodus continued until just me Silk and Gloss were left with the post party clearing up.

The three of us sat drinking tea and looking at the mess. Still high from the events but unwilling to let go and either tidy up or go to bed.
We were chatting and planning the next one until tiredness won and we just had to go to sleep.

I thought I should get spanked on my birthday. One smack for each year and one to grow on. That’s well over 50 smacks.

I decided I would try something a little different this year and visit a professional dominatrix to get spanked. I had visions of some leather clad, man hater, with a short haircut, wielding a ferocious dragon cane. My stereotype image must be wrong?

I hit the interweb to find myself a pro spanker. Let’s get something clear here: Ladies, if you are a professional dominatrix and your web site has embedded sound file of whipping noises that play on loading you will never be contacted by me. Have some sense, I want discreet, OK?

I sent off a few emails to likely looking ladies describing what I had in mind and I had a few replies. I made a few follow up ‘phone calls and eventually settled on a lady called Stephanie. (Stephanie was about to close her business and get a proper job so I think I was one of her last clients.)

We had a long chat on the ‘phone and an appointment was made. It was not actually on my birthday, but close enough, other commitments got in the way. (It’s called work.)

We decided that I would be restrained on her whipping bench and she would spank me with a variety of implements, starting with her hand, then a flogger, leather paddle, thin cane, thick cane and the final one to grow on with a dragon cane. I was right, she did wield a ferocious dragon cane!

On the day I was both nervous and excited. I arrived in the town where she has her premises. I was ridiculously early. I wandered around the shops and eventually sat in a cafe nervously drinking tea and checking the time every few minutes. I nearly jumped out my skin when the text message arrived telling me to report to her apartment!

I walked to her apartment and gingerly knocked on the door. Feeling like a naughty school boy sent to the headmistress. (Not a scenario I actually enjoy). A tall and attractive lady opened the door. Dressed conservatively in a nice two piece suit she looked like a school teacher. She ushered me into her lounge and we sat and chatted about the session.

One we had finalised the arrangements (Translation: I had parted with my cash!) I was sent into the playroom/dungeon/office. I was told to get naked and to stand facing the wall.

I put my clothes on the provided chair, and feeling slightly foolish, I stood in the corner and waited.

Stephanie entered and I could hear her moving the furniture around. Then she told me to come over. I turned around and Mistress Stephanie, wearing a short white rubber dress was waiting for me. The tools of her trade were neatly line up on the table. The dragon cane looked nasty, I was quite pleased I was only getting one stroke.

I bent over the padded top of the bench and she cuffed my wrists and ankles to the bench, then she put a strap over my back. I was firmly trapped, no turning back now.

Cool hands caressed my bottom, then slap, the first stinging smack landed on my cheek! It continued in the same vein, caress then smack, up to fifteen smacks.

The the soft gentle tickle of the tails of the flogger, tickle then whack and so on alternately to bring the total to thirty.

So far not too painful, quite pleasant really…

Then the gentle tap of a cane finding the reach and position. A searing stroke. A gentle tap and another stroke repeated up to a total of forty five.

The cane hurt. FUCKING HURT! My composure was lost and I was yelping at each stroke.

A different cane, multiple taps, gentle taps then a hard blow.
Tap, whack, yell, pause… Tap, whack, yell, pause…
I had lost count, she must be up to the final score less one by now?
“How old are you.” she asked. She was teasing me of course, she knew exactly how many to give me.
“Oh, so we have reached the end then.” she teased. Soft cool hands caressed my cheeks. “Just the last one to grow on.” I heard her giggle.

There was no warning, no tap to take aim, nothing. Just the searing pain of hard dragon cane biting into my arse. I screamed the place down.

A long pause. Then the straps came off and I stood up.
“Happy Birthday Fred!”
“Thank you Miss Stephanie.”

I showered and got dressed and joined Stephanie in the lounge. Gingerly sitting on her soft sofa. Sipping Earl Grey we chatted.

“Was that OK?” she asked.
“Perfect, thank you.”

Before I left she gave me a hug and a peck on one cheek.
“You are the perfect client, polite, sensible and informed. It makes me sorry I am giving this up.”

I wished I had taken photos of my bottom just after the event. I have some photographs of my partially healed bottom but it’s not the same.

It was an interesting afternoon. I was lucky in picking the right playmate. Such a shame she is now closed for good. Her website is 404 so I can’t provide a link.

I had not been around the scene for a while. Work and work and not being near the munches and parties that I used to attend made active involvement difficult.

So I plucked up the courage and started attending a munch nearby. It takes a while to get accepted but I think they like me.

But I digress…

The munch is held in a gay pub, dress code is anything you like as long as you are dressed. I go in my Utilikilt, it amuses both the gay men and the straight women.

I digress again but…

This couple came into then pub. Vanilla dress. They looked a bit awkward. There are many reasons why they might have chosen this pub:

a) They just wanted a drink and saw the pub and came in.
b) They are really gay but were travelling incognito.
c) The are really perverts but were travelling incognito.
d) b) and c) together!
e) Wannabe perverts checking out the scene.

When I saw them I thought a). In fact a) screamed at me long and loud. e) was not on the agenda.

I was propping up the bar with a couple of gay friends, who just happen to be painters and decorators, so I’ll call them Silk and Gloss. (They might be into rubber as well…)

As a relative newcomer to the munch I did not think it was my place to meet and greet newcomers, so Gloss went over and had a word. His rubber trousers squeaked as he walked. A brief exchange took place and Gloss brought the couple over. Vanilla dress. Vanilla speech. They just HAVE to be here by mistake.

Gloss introduced them, let’s call them Mr and Mrs Newbie. They were vanilla but were interested in the scene. Amazingly they had found the much info online and just turned up. Brave people.

We sat drinking and chatting.

Silk, never one to be subtle, started asking personal questions.
“What are you guys into then?” His rubber squeaked as he sat down.

“Bondage, I like him to tie me up.”
“Spanking, I get off on spanking her bum.”
“Anything else?” Silk asked.
“We are exhibitionists, we like an audience.”
Silk looked at Gloss, Gloss looked at me, we all looked at Mr. and Mrs. Newbie.
“Well hello! I think you’re in the right place.”

These last few weeks I have been watching some spanking porn; mostly of girls being caned really hard.

In the past this sort of hard caning wasn’t really my thing, but maybe my sadistic streak has taken a turn for the extreme, because I am rather liking it.

Which set me thinking, it’s been a while since I caned someone, or had a dose of the cane myself.

So does anyone fancy a retaliation play time? Toss a coin to see who gets thrashed first, then swap places and let the thrashee retaliate.

If you want to play then email me.

*Waits patiently for the comments or emails*

I think it may be a long wait.

Let’s get a few things clear here. I am not saying I go around tying folk up and beating them against their will.
Unless they want me to of course, that’s different.
Sort of consensual non-consensual, if you see what I mean.

The Duck Tape held her firmly to the chair.
I pulled her knickers down and ran my fingernails across the cheeks of her bottom.
“Are you pleased you decided to come with me?”
“Mmmmm. Mnnnn.” The pacifier gag made her speech unintelligible.
“I’ll take that as a yes. So pleased we have a consensus.”
I fetched the thin whippy cane from my suitcase.
“I brought this just for you.” I swished the cane in front of her.
“MMMMNNNNNN!” “NNNNMMMMMM!!!”
“I knew you would be pleased. I thought we could start with six strokes quite hard and see how nicely you mark. What do you think?”
“MMMMNNNNNN!” “NNNNMMMMMM!!!”
“OK then; twelve it is!”
She struggled against her bindings.
“It’s going to be a long night…”

Inspired by a blog post from Naughty Eliot.