Naughty girl trashed by Strict Lady each weekend

Although I am maybe not the greatest fan of Facebook - sometimes I think FB stinks - this forum definitely has its assets. I have made lots of new friends and contacts there and now and then there comes somebody just like myself. Like Titti. We have been talking a lot and it seems like she lives a very exciting life, meeting with her 'strict lady' each weekend. Or, at least, she used to.

Titti is a beautiful Swedish blonde, now living in Malmoe after moving from home. She is 28 yo and one of her greatest passion is dancing, mainly lindy hop, street dance and even some break dance at times. The dancing occupies a great deal of her life when she is not working at a local call center and over the years she has tried out numerous different sports. 'Maybe the sports have been a way of trying to find a substitute for living out my masochistic urges' she says.

Yes, she is a masochist. She tells me that she was always dreaming about submission, spanking and other forbidden pleasures. When playing with other kids she was usually the black sheep who had to be punished and she enjoyed it. Oh yes, it surely brings menories from my own childhood when I was playing Cowboys and Indians with the boys and always seemed to be the one tied to the totem pole... As for Titti, her first real life experience of spanking was together with her then boyfriend and she enjoyed it very much although their relationship didn't last very long.

As with so many of us, Titti's forbidden thoughts would not be suppressed and she started actively seeking information. She went to different fetish parties and although she participatred actively the real special sensation that she was yearning for would not come to her. She also started doing self-punishments but it usually didn't feel very good. The best results were achieved by an improvised spanking machine which she made from a chair, a bamboo stick and a heavy duty rubber band and it almost felt like being caned for real. Yes, this was what she wanted. She really enjoyed feeling strokes from the cane across her bottom without being able to control them herself.

Eventually, Titti met a man who introduced her to spanking and all of a sudden everything fell into place. She realized that what really fired her was having her bottom trashed and she wanted to try anything. As she puts it, she became something of a 'tryoholic' (love that word!) and she tried anything from stinging nettles to various spanking implements. But it wasnt until one day she met a very special lady while chatting in a spanking forum. It turned out they had earlier met at some fetish parties but nothing special had happened. As they were chatting, both Titti and her strict lady realized what they wanted. They were both very interested in good, old-fashioned spankings and corporal punishment, without sex and all the bdsm gear.

When they first met, Titti and her new friend just sat chatting, drinking coffee and so on. They agreed that none of them wante a stop word, in order to make the punishment session as realistic as possible. On their first evening together, Titti got spanked and when she went home that night, she knew that this lady had succeeded to ignite the fire of passion within her – a fire which would just continue growing.

It took a long time before Titti heard from the Strict Lady again but finally she got a very special SMS and from that day they were seeing each other at least every weekend, usually on a Sunday. The sessions generally takes the whole day and at first, Titti presents her diary of the week for approval. Usually there are quite a few reasons for punishment.

The Strict Lady uses many different implements, like canes, belts, birch twigs and lots of different things. Titti especially loves being caned and she is very proud of her marks when the Lady sends her home, very sore and now a good girl. It has happened that the cane has been used with such intensity that it has broken the skin and although that is maybe not Titti’s cup of tea she gladly accepts her punishment and is always longing for their next date. She especially loves ending over a chair, kneeling in the sofa or lying over the kitchen table, her posterior beckoning for the trashing. Corner time and stinging nettles in her pants are other favourites.

It seems like sweet Titti has finally got what she had been dreaming of. But last time we were chatting on MSN she told me she had a new boyfriend and when they met she had stopped seeing the Strict Lady. Sofar he knows nothing about Titti’s secret passions and the question is if their love will be strong enough to extinguish the raging fire within her. Anyhow, it is great to see another girl deciding to do something about her secret fantasies. I wish you all the best for the future, sweetie and I hope to talk to you soon. xxxxx tina

The caning of tinaslut - or How to overcome Writer's Block

A good caning is actually a very good remedy for writer's block. Just ask me! As you have seen I have neglected my blog for an unacceptably long time and that is not fair to those of you who are following my blog. But now that Master is home for a while things are getting different. Procrastination and inertia are dangerous enemies when it comes to getting things done and I know I have a tendency to fall back and become inactive at times. Yes, despite all the self punishments I have practised it seems I have a lack of self discipline at times.

That's where the cane can work wonders...

When you start on some project, like blogging, you are often very enthusiastic about it from the beginning and rarin' to go. And it can work well for some time... then the inertia takes over and it's like a roulette wheel going slower and slower until it stops completely. Then you need something pushing you back on track. If inertia slows you down, procrastination is most effective for stopping you to do something about it. But thanks to the cane and my beloved Master wielding it I have overcome those two obstacles.

This week I have been caned each day, two times a day. Instead of applying a specific number of strokes Master starts quite slowly and gently, then strikes faster and harder and before I know it the strokes are raining upon my bottom and thighs like a shower of fire. It's like a spanking machine gone out of control and it always make me desperate for more and my screams of pain are just as much begging to be caned harder and faster. The cane whips up unbelievable masses of endorphins and very soon I am simply high on it... just can't get enough. When Master finally lays down the cane I am so happy to fall into His arms... it's the perfect way of landing after this unbelievably intense trip into subspace (or should I call it 'painslutspace'). More often than not we don't have sex after a session - we are just as happy laying together and feeling the nearness of each other... Master's caresses, soft kisses and words have a soothing effect on me and I know he will be with me all the time so I can relax and feel safe. When my pulse has gone down to normal and I have landed he smears my welted bottom with soothing balm and I simply feel like a newborn woman.

Is this sane? For us it is very much so. The thing is that in a few hours we will both want to do it again. This is maybe not the classic bdsm relationship as it doesn't really involve punishment as such. The worst punishment would be denying me what I crave: a real good trashing. According to the book of rules a punishment is not a punishment if the masochist (=me) enjoys it. But what does it matter? Master enjoys trashing me and I can never get enough of it. Often I beg Him to whip or cane me and he is always happy to do it. Actually, it is Him stopping me most of the times as my hunger for pain is so intense that maybe it's good I don't have a spanking machine after all... it would probably be over-heated ;-)

Is it sensible to get caned again just a couple of hours after a severe caning which has left my bottom globes covered with welts? For me it is very sane. Some of he puffy hard welts on my buttocks sometimes split so that blood appears. I can stand for long periods in front of the mirror, admiring the marks on my body while masturbating... it makes me soo horny.

A side effect of these sessions is that inertia is washed away completely, I get eager and full of energy and immediately want to deal with many things that have been neglected - like this blog. Pain is for me a source of eternal energy which is accessible any time I need it. It can work when I am practising self torture and self punishments but nothing can beat the way Master punishes me - that is, if you can call it a punishment after all. For me it's sheer pleasure and I can never get enough of it...

Time to bend over for the cane again... mmmmmmmm please trash me real hard this time, Master... make me bleed...

Erica in the hands of The Inquisition

Here's to you, Erica. I hope you will enjoy it.

It could have been just because she needed a rest from the sunny hot weather outside that Erica ended up in the museum. Actually she had never been there before. Yet she soon realized that she had come there for a purpose. Yes, she was destined to discover that very special painting which was displayed in one of the smaller rooms dedicated to more obscure artists.It was a huge colour painting done in a style which reminded Erica of the wellknown Dutch masters like Rembrandt and others. Not only were every detail extremely realistic but ther was a certain luster over the painting which created a very special athmosphere. The name of the artist meant nothing to her but she was mesmerized by the scene depicted. It was the interior of a torture chamber with many sinister looking devices and several men dressed in brown robes, brandishing whips. Another man was sitting behind a desk, taking notes. Everybody seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly Erica realized what was missing in the painting. The victim of the Inquisition. Everything was ready to go but for some reason the artist had chosen to let the spectators’ fantasy visualize what would later happen as their helpless victim would be dragged into this chamber of horror to be made to confess anything the cruel men wanted to. Erica was so attracted by the scene that she didn’t realize how time was flying away and when suddenly a male voice alerted her that it was closing time she knew she couldn’t leave. She slowly walked towards the exit with the sound of her high heels echoing between the stone walls. As the guard disappeared around the corner into another room she opened the entrance door and then shut it loudly, then swiftly took off her shoes and went tiptoeing back towards the room with that very special painting. She looked for a place to hide and as luck would have it she found an open door to a small stockroom. Erica quickly slid in and hid behind a big cupboard. She waited in awe hardly daring to breathe. Suddenly the door slammed tight and a key turned in the lock.

Fortunately the door could be opened from inside which Erica had noticed when she jumped into her hiding place.She waited for what seemed like hours and then slowly walked out of the stockroom. Before doing anything else she lit a cigarette and hope that there would be no smoke detectors around. She blowed puffs of smoke in various directions and the purpose of this was to detect any infra red light rays which might be connected to an alarm. She discovered two such rays but her passage to the exit from the room with the special painting was safe. Erica started walking slowly towards the painting and feeling of the cold stone floor under her bare feet made her shiver with excitement. Soon she was standing in the dark before the painting and she could feel a sense of lust and excitement building up within her. She realized that the victim would soon be in place, that the door to the other side had been opened for her and that there would be no turning back. She closed her eyes, concentrating, visualizing, praying.

All of a sudden she felt a chilling wind caressing her bare skin and she realized that she was kneeling on the stone floor, totally naked. Her long silky blonde hair was held in a firm grip so that her head was pushed back. She dared not raise her eyes at the man who spoke to her.- Are you at this time prepared to confess the sin of blasphemy, the dark voice thundered. As she did not answer, the next thing she knew was a searing pain shock that made her lose her breath. She felt like thousands of red hot needles had been pressed into her back and her screams were silenced by several hard slaps across her face. She could feel blood trickling down her back and she caught a brief glimpse of the heavy scourge that was being used on her. Each lash had hundreds of small spikes imbedded and this ferocious torture instrument would leave several deep bleeding wounds on impact. It could easily cut her flesh to shreds. The question was asked again without an answer. The whip again. Erica thought she could take it no more. If this was a dream it was certainly the most realistic dream she had ever experienced. The scourge bit into her back, buttocks and thighs again and again opening up many new bleeding wounds and the pain was simply excrutiating. Yet she realized that she would not confess. It was important that she did not confess no matter if they whipped the life out of her.

Suddenly the torturers decided to try something else. A man walked slowly towards her holding two heavy metal, egg-formed objects. They were obviously very hot as he shifted them from hand to hand all the time. The eggs were pressed into the poor girl’s armpits and then her arms were strapped tightly to her body. Erica’s desperate screams of pain drowned every other sound and the pain as the hot metal burnt into her flesh was simply too much. Erica passed out.

As she came to she was bent over a bench, tightly chained to it in a position which left her wide open from assaults from behind. One of her tortures put a metal device into her mouth, something known as a torture pear. When turning a screw the object expanded within her mouth until her jaws were on the brink of being dislocated. She felt a hard grip on her hips and next an unknown man was furiously battering away at her tight anus in order to sodomize her. Finally he succeeded to break through the tight puckered passage between her lacerated buttocks and he did it so hard that Erica split up and started to bleed. The pain was so intense that she almost passed out again as his masterful manhood pumped so deep into her that his heavy balls smacked against her buttocks. As he roared from savage lust and shot load after load of his gism into her ravaged hole, Erica could feel another man taking his place and starting to use her now wide open passage. Her ordeal never seemed to end, as if there was a long line of men standing and waiting for their turn to use her. Everybody wanted to use her anally and Erica was certain that her rectum would be damaged forever.

As the torture pear was removed it was now time for Erica to use her mouth to satisfy her torturers in the best way she could. She had no doubt that they were capable of anything so she simply didn’t dare to disobey. Erica was made kneeling on the floor as she took one huge erected cock after another in her mouth and every time they shot their load into her they held her head tight to ensure that she swallowed it all. When everybody had used her for what felt like hours, a huge brute of a man held her arms behind her and by the grip of her hair forced her head backwards so that her breasts stuck out. Sofar they had been saved from torture but that was now to change. The man in front of her was brandishing a long, whippy bamboo cane and he struck it hard against a hardwood table so the cane split. Then he dipped the splintered cane into a bucket of salt solution and raised the now dangerous weapon over his head. Splintered bamboo cuts very deep and his target was Erica’s tender breasts. Already after three strokes both her breasts were totally covered in blood and the poor girl passed out again.

When Erica woke up she was lying in her bed, spread-eagled, masturbating. Yes, she had obviously been masturbating in her sleep and kept on coming again again. But the fantastic thing about this dream was that she could actually feel the pain. Her entire body was on fire and she was so week that she could hardly move. Her armpits hurt excrutiatingly and to her horror she could see vivid red branding marks from the hot iron eggs. She managed to get up and into the bathroom. She gasped from the shock when she saw all scars on her body from the scourge. Her back, buttocks and thighs were covered by scars and wounds, as were her breasts. Especially her breasts had very deep, painful scars although they had stopped bleeding. Her anus felt like a red hot iron bar had been showed into her.Erica fell to the floor, totally unable to understand what had happened to her – or if it had really happened at all. But the pain and the marks on her body were as good proof as any and sweet Erica knew that she had to be back at the museum again very soon.

Blogger technical problems and a good caning

Have you noticed something strange about my blog lately? Apart, of course, from the fact that I have not been here as much as I should? All of a sudden I could only see a white page when I tried to access my blog. Obviously this was some technical problem with Blogger and I got the answer through a users group. When the content warning option was switched on for some reason the entire blog disappeared. So I switched the warning off and everything worked as usual again. Now obviously this complication has been corrected as the content warning is there again, this time because somebody has complained about the content hen my blog had not been censored out of blogosphere after all.

While I am here I might as well share a video from the Nu West archives with you. I like this one very much. A female thief is being caned and I really like the expression and attitude of the strong and fit Mistress wielding the cane. I simply must have a good caning myself again very soon...

Take care all and see you soon
*hugs and kisses from tina*

48.hard.cane.strokes.-
Uploaded by chiseblog

New spanking film site: Redstripe Films

Talking about films, I just learnt about a new exciting spanking film site, Redstripe Films. It looks very interesting and also features some more mature women being spanked and punished.

If you like seeing the girl next door, cheating wifes and mature women being punished I am sure this is something for you. Do check out their galleries.

How to survive the financial crisis through caning - great film from Mood Pictures

Another source of great films if you are into harder canings, whipping and so on is Mood Pictures. They incidentally offer a discount for the remaining days of 2008 so do check their site out. In times of financial crisis it's always valuable to try getting good deals and saving money, even when buying bdsm videos! Speaking of financial crisis, their latest offering is a film called "Crisis" which shows what a girl may endure just to keep her job. If you like real hard stuff this is for you! As for me, I just love it...

Naturally, our heroine wants to keep her job so she decides to go along with the whims of her boss.



Maybe she is coming to other thoughts after all. Was this really such a great idea?



The office maid is very skilful in using the cane and she always fulfils her mission to the highest standard.



She lays on each stroke with full force and very soon the poor girl is screaming out loud, begging for mercy



"Was it really worth it?" she thinks as her sore bottom is covered with Scars and Stripes.



Is she going to keep her job? Will her boss want to cane her again in order to keep her? What other horrors may be in store for this poor girl? Get the video from Mood Pictures and see for yourself.

Caned by my Master

I knew I had it coming. For several days I have masturbated like crazy while watching the video in my previous post where a cute blonde girl is caned severely by two very strict Mistresses. Oh, how I love this video and what dreams and urges it has evoked within me. Yesterday, Master spanked me very hard and I came again and again when lying over His knee, the stinging paddle and the heavy hairbrush making my poor globes sore, swollen and bright red. But it was going to get worse. To get me in the mood before posting the video Master trashed me severely with His heavy leather belt on my already sore bottom and my thighs so I had to stand up while writing my post. He whipped me savagely with the belt for about twenty minutes and after the trashing my poor bottom felt like it was double its normal size.

But He didn’t stop there…

Master was just as excited about this video as me and we knew we wanted to do it ourselves. He was going to cane me to stop me from talking back. Only I had no intention of stopping – the pain would just increase my obstinate behaviour.

We arranged it all like in the video. Like this girl I walked towards a chair and bent over, my palms resting on the seat. After a long spanking session plus hundreds of vicious slashes of the belt my bottom was really sore and the slightest touch of my bruised and welted buttocks was a painful experience. Yet I was going to be caned. I wondered whether I already had gotten too much and would not be able to feel the pain anymore. Also, would it really be sensible to go on?

This is one thing I refuse to understand. It is my body and if I get a kick out of being beaten and whipped, what’s the point of denying it? It doesn’t hurt anybody else. My Master is the most loving and caring person you can imagine but at the same time He knows what fires me and He wants to drive me over the top again and again. Maybe this is because we are thinking so much along the same lines. Not only do we share many fantasies but we also tend to identify with each others roles, understanding the feelings of the other part. Some would definitely say that we do go too far but I can assure you that this is a source of wonderful excitement for both of us.

Anyway. I bent over the chair and my glowing, swollen buttocks were exposed in their full pride. I heard the swishing of the cane through the air and the deep, comforting voice of my Master.

- Well, Tina, are you going to stop talking back?

- Never! I’m an independent free woman and I say what I want to say. There is freedom of speech, you know.

- You do realize that this attitude is going to get you a very sore bottom?

- I already have that. You can’t stop me from saying what I want.

- We’ll see about that. I will give you twelwe strokes and then perhaps you will think differently. If you don’t, we have the whole night…

I stood stubbornly silent, bent over the chair, sticking my swollen behind out provocatively. Once again I was lost in subspace, masospace or whatever you call it. This is a state which is so difficult to explain to anyone who has never experienced it. The closest I can get is comparing it to the state you’re in when you have had a morphine injection. A totally happy world, you feel safe and full of positive vibrations, seeing no problems whatsoever. You feel utterly relaxed and even if you do experience severe pain it just adds to your enjoyment. I knew that despite the spanking and trashing I had already got I needed more. Which is why I never had any intention of giving up my freedom of speech…

The hiss reached my ears as the cane struck and the sharp crack was drowned by my gasp of pain. In no way had the previous beatings deprived me of the ability of experiencing pain. Oh, how hard He struck! I really love that man because He beats me so hard… I was surprised that the strokes were delivered in a very rapid succession instead of letting the pain grow before striking again. But right now I wanted it, I was craving it! I stuck my bottom out even more and felt the sharp cane biting deep into the flesh of my swollen, tortured buttocks. After the twelfth stroke I was sobbing hysterically and when asked if I was going to stop talking back I just answered:

- Thank you Master for punishing me so hard. I need it and I deserve it. But I will not stop making my point…

- Tina, you are making this so difficult for yourself. Another twelwe to go!

The strokes of the biting cane were raining across my bottom, putting me in a world of an insane fire which was consuming my entire being, while at the same time I was craving more of this wonderful pain. When the caning ended and I could finally speak, I sobbed:

- I won’t stop talking back! Not even if you keep on caning me all night!!!

My tortured bottom was beckoning for the sting of the cane. I was wondering if I would ever be able to sit again, while at the same time I was obsessed by a strange fever, a longing for more and even harder strokes. I wanted to cry out desperately and beg Master to hurt me as much as He possibly could but I knew I didn’t have to. He knows the way I work perfectly well and would just go on caning me harder and faster. When he announced that he would now deliver 24 strokes in a row - and harder strokes at that – I felt like the happiest girl in the world.

As the strokes fell harder and harder, I rapidly stuck my bottom out to meet the stroke and let it sink home to the fullest, the cane being buried deep in my tortured flesh with each stroke. Our movements were perfectly synchronized and as Master struck harder and faster I also increased the speed of my movements to meet each stroke. After each caning he asked me the very same question and I naturally refused. He let me regain my breath but made sure all breaks were as short as possible.

He delivered the strokes in series of 24 each and very soon the welts of my bottom started to split up so I was bleeding. Oh, how wonderful to be caned so hard! I felt blood trickling down my thighs while the intense fire within me was growing all the time. After one session he let me kiss the now blood-stained cane and I did so, profoundly and with love. Love for my Master and for the wonderful cane which was cutting deep into my flesh, causing me a pain which was so extreme that I did hardly realize how I would survive it. At the same time I was floating around in subspace heaven, more comforted than ever.

I have no idea how many strokes I had got or how long the punishment had been going on but suddenly he didn’t ask whether I would stop talking back, nor did he announce any new session of 24 strokes. I knew we had reached the breaking point now. He was going to take me over the top. All of a sudden a fiery rain of vicious cuts of the cane started biting deep into my bleeding buttocks and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he had conquered me completely. I lost all sense of reality, only being aware of the evil cane biting deep into my flesh while my juices were flowing down my thighs. I started frigging myself with one hand and suddenly I felt a hard grip around my hips while sharp teeth were biting into my ears and my neck, lips were sucking my flesh hard to ensure vivid marks. The blood-stained cane fell to the floor and I felt Him entering me from behind, thrusting hard and driving his hard pole as deep into me as possible. I screamed out loud from lust and I came again and again… totally madness, I felt like it would never stop. When He finally came within me we both fell to the floor in one mutual climax of extasy and for a long time we just lay there, totally drained of all energy.

I am lying face down while writing this, for obvious reasons. Master is rubbing my tortured bottom with soothing oils and nodding approvingly at what I am writing. The girl in the video got 180 strokes of the cane. I must have gotten several hundreds, in addition to the otk spankings plus the trashing of His heavy leather belt. But believe me, this was my most exciting experience for a very long time. I now realize to the fullest what a difference it is to suffer by my Masters’s hand, rather than punishing myself. When I had come to after the extreme climax, I begged Master to cane my pussy until I came. This he gladly did. I laid down spread-eagled with a couple of pillows under my bloody, swollen buttocks and this time he used a thinner, whippy cane – but oh, how wonderful it bit. He made me come again and again and I am so happy that He will be with me for some time now. Each minute is very precious to us and we are surely going to enjoy life to the fullest together.

*Hugs from a sore, naughty and horny tinaslut*

Here is a video which is very fitting for this time of the year. PainGate has loads of hard videos of girls being whipped, caned and punished severely in any way you can imagine. In this film it is Eve who is suspended, severely bullwhipped and punished by melting wax. Enjoy!

How about a real hard caning for Xmas?

Hello my friends - sorry to keep you waiting :-) Anyway, soon a New Year is here and it is always a good starting point for something new. I am very excited about 2009 which I sense will bring lots of exciting experiences and positive vibrations. Not to mention that I will get back to writing like I should have been doing all the time. Promise!

How about a good caning for Xmas? I recently discovered the site Daily Motion and there are some interesting films to be found there. Perhaps some of you knows of similar video sharing sites? I am grateful for any tips. In this video we will see a cute blonde girl getting caned in order to stop her talking back. But each time she insists in her rights for freedom of speech which results in even more and harder strokes on her already velted and sore bottom. There is not much of a plot but still I find the film very exciting and I can very well picture myself bending over the chair, with two stern cruel Mistresses walking around me, brandishing their sharp canes, like vultures circulating over their victim. Master is back home now and just before I started writing this he gave me a really hard trashing with his heavy leather belt so I have to stand up while writing. I think he is out looking for the canes at the moment...

Have a great holiday all and let us make 2009 into one of the greatest years sofar. *hugs* tina

A Very Hard Caning
Uploaded by midlandsphil

Caning scenes from ‘Happy Valley’

These caning and whipping scenes are really quite realistic. I especially enjoy seeing the last trashing when the Master of the house takes over the whipping himself and trashes the girl like mad until she passes out. My, would I like to trade place with that girl! Imagine receiving beatings like this each and every day… mmmm lovely…

Publically whipped and abused

Mmmm…. that was wonderful. It took a bit more than half an hour to administer the 50 strokes of the crop and I think I did quite well. My buttocks are covered with bright red stripes and I also took about ten on the front of my thighs. The welts are swollen and will be black and blue tomorrow.

Many of my fantasies involves public punishments of various kinds. These pictures by Picard really turns me on. How I would like to be this girl (although we are not very similar in appearance). Just imagine being chained to a cross in the town square, whipped with a sharp cane on my breasts before a cheering crowd.


The terrible punishment will go on and, with the crowd urging the whipmistress to beat me even harder.

After the flogging, my suffering is far from over. The mayor of the town is very excited from what he has seen and wants to beat me himself. So I am taken to his private office where he can beat and whip me for as long as he likes.
Mmm what a wonderful scene. And this is just the beginning….