Book review: The Legacy Of A Reluctant Madame by Anarie Brady

Delving into the world of BDSM and female submission against the backdrop of history, Anarie Brady's "The Legacy of a Reluctant Madame" is a captivating read, filled with passion, secrets, and the empowerment of women embracing their desires.

Carrie's journey begins as she discovers her grandmother Alma's hidden journal. Amidst the trials of the Great Depression, Alma, sold to a mysterious boarding house by her father as payment for a gambling debt, soon finds herself drawn to the allure of the erotic undertones within the house. In effect, the boarding house is a brothel. What starts as simple labor evolves into a taste for the provocative trade, revealing a duality that resonates with her soul.

Intricate relationships develop with Betsy and Eva. Each woman shares a common thread: an undeniable craving for the submissive role, a yearning to be dominated and punished by powerful men. The explicit sex scenes leave little to the imagination, stretching beyond mere gratification to showcase the emotional and psychological depth of these women.

Brady skillfully weaves a story that tugs on the heartstrings. Moments of heartache and loss result in tears and moments of poignancy, illustrating the human condition in the face of adversity, desire, and acceptance. As Carrie delves into the lives of Eva, Betsy, and Alma, her own exploration of the BDSM lifestyle unfolds, and she discovers a world that both terrifies and excites her.

"The Legacy of a Reluctant Madame" is more than a recount of a time woven through sex and submission. This novel serves as a powerful testament to the capacity for transformation and the inherent strength of women, as they boldly step into their sensuality and reclaim their destinies. 

Brady's writing is a seductive blend of historical context, erotic and emotional crescendos, and a testament to the capacity of human resilience and the inherent magnetism of submission and punishment. A book that will leave readers intrigued, enraptured, and entrenched in the lives of Eva, Betsy, and Alma, as Carrie's journey intertwines with theirs, culminating in her own grip on the BDSM lifestyle, unraveling the core of her longing.

The "Legacy of a Reluctant Madame" is a gripping tale that will leave readers unable to look away. A poignant, erotic, and emotional rollercoaster, Brady's journey through BDSM and female submission is a book that will leave an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of its readers.

The author has a blog at https://anariebrady.com/ and the link to her Patreon is https://www.patreon.com/AnarieBrady  She has now started posting individual chapters at a time and she has also been published on amazon.com.

I can highly recommend this author to anybody interested in bdsm and female submission.

The Joy Of Being Spanked

The anticipation consumes me like a beast starved for weeks, my breaths shallow and erratic. I tread warily into the chamber of this stern master, eyes downcast and nerves alight. He's a tower of authority, and I, his pliant lackey, here for the sole purpose of submitting to his judgment.

Once commanded to strip, I reveal myself in all my vulnerability; my trembling a stark admission of the desires that simmer just beneath the surface. I await his instruction, heartbeat quickening like a flutter of wings, yearning to take flight.

When he motions me over his knee, my heart skips a beat, the very act an invitation to indulge in the most depraved of pleasures. I brace myself, adopting the posture of a naughty girl, thighs slightly parted as I lean forward, arching my back to present my bottom.

His iron grip on my waist makes me quiver, sending ripples of arousal crashing through me. The heat of his sinewy hand against the curve of my hip is a promise, a seductive prelude to the feast of pain and pleasure that awaits.

And then, with a resounding SMACK on my left cheek, I'm hurled into a world of sensory overload. The sting lingers, like a brand seared into my flesh, while an inferno of warmth blooms. My breath catches, the initial pain melding with pleasure in a crescendo of ecstasy.

Each successive impact is a reminder of my submission, the paddle biting into my reddening flesh as the man fulfills his role with unyielding energy. A moan escapes my lips, primal and uncontrolled, as I wriggle with abandon, my mind lost in the sweet chaos of pain and bliss.

The desperate need to be spanked harder, to feel every ounce of his dominance, courses through me like a drug. I crave the merciless assault of the paddle, my body groaning for the punishing blow that sends me spiraling into a hazy realm where oblivion meets ecstasy.

Each smack, be it soft or ferocious, is a brushstroke on the canvas of my soul, a masochistic masterpiece that leaves me clamoring for more. Addicted, I am, to this symphony of pain, my submission an exquisite sacrifice to this man who holds my desires in the palm of his hand.

With each swat, I'm bound to him, a willing sacrifice to the altar of punishment. It's in moments like these, where my soul finds solace in the cruel embrace of pain, that I finally feel whole, a testament to my unwavering desire to be nothing more than a naughty girl afflicted with a lust for discipline.

Mean Neighbor Ruth - a story by deviants x12348765, artwork by iddqdidkfa666

Here is a story from my friend x12348765, another deviant at deviantart. The artwork is by iddqdidkfa666. Do visit them both at deviantart and say hello from me. Thank you, my friends, for letting me publish your work. :)

Mean Neighbor Ruth
by x12348765

Ruth Alto stumbled drunk from her car and onto the ground of her driveway,shredding her skirt on the door on the way down.  Her expensive, designer briefcase fell as well, the contents spilling out onto the driveway, much like Ruth.  One large, flat, brown envelope goes spinning and cartwheeling away, down the side of the driveway and into the neighbor's yard...

Ruth picks herself up and manages to stumbles inside.  She falls asleep on the floor of her bedroom, still dressed in her business jacket and blouse along with her ripped skirt, stockings, high heels and (thanks to the rip) a very visible set of pink panties with a big purple heart on the seat.

Cut to:
She awakes with a groan and weary look on her face.

Cut to:
We see her in a bathrobe, drinking coffee by a kitchen sink.  Through the window, we see it is morning.

She begins to open her briefcase and sort through the mess.  After a while of sorting, she begins to grow frantic.  In her mind's eye, we see the large, flat, brown envelope spinning in air.  She tears through her house, madly searching for the envelope but in only vain.

Cut to:
Back in the kitchen, she's standing, an angry, puzzled look on her face and she contemplates the whereabouts of the envelope.

A tall, well dressed man walks into the room and glowers at her. "I see you decided to come home last night."

She looks down, and murmurs, "I had to work late."

"Work late?"

"Yes.  I had to take care of several clients for my boss."

"Interesting."

She looks up and forces a smile.  "Why is that so interesting?"

"Because of all the plasters." he says calmly.

She frowns deeply.  "Plasters?  Band-aids? What are talking about?"

"All the plasters on the bathroom mirror, the one behind the door."

She stares blankly at him, then her eyes widen.  She gingerly reaches down to her bottom and suddenly winces.  She puts on another smile and looks right at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."  She tries to sound smug.

"Whatever.  Did you bring home the envelope that Diana gave you?"

"Yes," she snapped, then paused, remembering that was what she had just been looking for.

He bought it.

"Good.  Go and put it in the safe.  If anything where to happen to that envelope..." He trails off, pausing, then shivering.  He comes back to his senses and he glowers at her "And I hold you personally responsible for that envelope now!  Don't screw it up!"

And with that, he grabs his own expensive, designer briefcase, jacket and umbrella, and he leaves.

She pauses, then shivers.

She starts looking around the room for the millionth time when her gaze crosses the kitchen window which looks out across the neighbor's yard. She see little Billy Jessup, her next door neighbor's youngest son, standing in his own yard, looking at a large, flat, brown envelope.  Her eyes widen and she flies, ZOOM, up to her room where she changes into a nice blouse and skirt, all dark, giving her a look of authority.  Then, ZOOM, she's down stairs, outside and by the fence, closest to little Billy.

"Young man!" She snaps.  "Young man!  That envelope belongs to me! Bring that right here, this instant!  Do you hear me, young man?"

Little Billy Jessup wasn't impressed.

"You want this envelope, Misses Alto?"

"Yes, bring it here, right now!"

"Sure thing, but first how about you give me back all my planes and balls that I lost over your fence?"  and he smiled.

If steam could have come out of her ears, it would have.  "Rrrrrrr!! Now you listen here, you little snot nosed ankle biter, if you don't give me that envelope, I will go straight next door to you mother!  And what do you think she's going to say?"

"I recall her saying something along the lines of, 'next time she catches you on our property, she going to pepper your big rear end with her shotgun'" And he smiles again.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!" but she remembers now and he's right.

He walks away from the fence, deeper into his own property and away from her. "I'll be waiting for all my planes and balls," he calls out cheerfully as he wanders off.  "And don't worry," he calls waving the envelope above his head, at which she cringes at his careless handling of it.  "I'll keep it safe!"

She wrings her hands, scowling and twisting with impotent rage, watching as he recedes into his garden, hesitant to follow for fear of being shot in the ass by his mother, whom she knew to be perfectly capable of carrying out her threat of painful seat peppering.

But if that envelope isn't in the safe when her husband opens it...in her minds eye she see her husband screaming and waving his hands by the open safe. Then we see her, bare bottoms up, while he spanks her with a wicked looking long thin wooden paddle.

She can't decide....then she thinks about all the planes and balls that have come over the fence and she remembers laughing as she stuffed them all into bags and took them to the landfill herself (boy, she really IS mean!).

As she stands there, frozen in indecision, little Billy reappears, skipping by, holding the envelope by his side, dutifully.

"Billy!  Come here!"

He stops and wonders closer...but not too close!

"Please...give me the envelope...it's the right thing to do, and you know it", she says this, trying to sound, firm and serious, but calm and cool.

"So would returning my planes and balls..."

"Why you little!" she erupts, waving her clenching and unclench fists erratically in the air.  "If you mother wasn't home I'd come over this fence and throttle you, you little shit!  If I ever catch you alone I'm going to..." and as if by some miracle, Ruth hears,

"Billy!  I'm going to the store.  I'll be back in a little while.  You mind yourself, okay?"

"Yes Ma!" Billy says, smiling, without a care in the world.

Ruth's eyes flash, and a large wicked grins steals across her face. "Ha ha!  That's it!  Now you're done for!  Give me the envelope, right now! I'm giving you one last chance!"

"Then I'm giving YOU one last chance to give me back my planes and balls" and he smiled.

Making claws of her hands she shrieked at Billy, "You're toast you little shit!  I'm going to eat you for breakfast!" and with that, she hops clumsily over the fence and stands before Billy.

Keeping her legs straight, she bends at the hips until she is almost his height, just above, and pokes her finger at the tip of his nose accusingly, "Your moms not here to protect you little Billy," she says and another evil grin washes over her face.  "Now who's going to stop me?"

"Um...that would be my dog, Rex?"

"What?  Your dog Re..." CHOMP!! "YYEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!" RRRRIIiiiiiippppppppppppppppppppp

Ruth straightens up reflexively as the searing pain of Rex's pointy teeth puncturing her jutting rear-end blossoms into her bottom cheeks.  With her standing suddenly, the seat of her skirt, shreds away in Rex's jaws, leaving her big, round, pantied bottom (yellow with purple polka-dots) 'hanging out' of the back of her tattered skirt.

Her lips form into the classic 'O shape and she reflexively moves her hands behind her to attempt to cover her exposed, pantied, bottom.

"Ha ha!" Billy laughs, seeing Ruth so embarrassingly exposed.  "Nice panties, Misses Alto"

"Why you little..." forgetting her "well vented" situation, she turns on little Billy with a look of murder in her eyes.

"Get her Rex!  Bite her tushy hard!" Billy screams, seeing her advance on him.

With renewed enthusiasm, Rex lunges after Ruth who runs screaming towards the nearest tree.

CHOMP! "AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppppppppp

"Well, so much for your nice panties," calls Billy.

Ruth's big bare rump bounced and wiggled as she climbed the branches of the nearest tree.  But not before Rex got in a few more snaps at her bum cheeks.

SNAP "Owwwwwww!"  "Get her boy!"
SNAP "Ooooooooo!" "Good doggie, bite the mean lady!"
SNAP "Noooooooo!" "hahahahahahahaha!


Finally she evaded Rex's reach and collapsed, exhausted in the crux of the main trunk.  She quickly realized her mistake, as now she was stuck, and bent over, with big bare bottom, sticking up in the air.  She looks over her shoulder, past her plump backside and down to the yard, but little Billy is gone.  She breaths a sigh of relief, knowing how vulnerable she is at the moment.

Just then....
Little Billy comes marching back wearing a soldier's helmet and carrying a pellet rifle.

He faces towards the tree she's in and salutes.  Then he gets down on one knee and sites down his rifle.  We see he is aiming at her big upturned bare rump.

PING! -- 'Yeow!'
PONG! -- 'Oh!'
PANG! -- 'NO!'

He pauses a moment, to her false sense of relief, and notices a hornet's nest, buzzing above her.  He shoots it three times and it cracks open, the hornets pouring out, buzzing with anger over the damage to their home.  Then they spy her upturned  cheeks.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

Kicking and squirming, trying to free herself from the painful onslaught of hornet stings, she reveals more and more places to be stung by the hornets. Finally she kicks herself free and tumbles down the tree, catching her clothes along the way until she is stripped naked, except for her stocking and high heels.  The back of the garter-girdle catches the last branch nub, suspending her several feet above the ground from a stretching piece of fabric.

Billy pulls a cactus plant of his mother's under her.

"You damn little bastard!  Do you have any idea how sore and swollen my wasp stung ass is?"

"I'm doing it for the all the missing planes and balls out there" he saysand smiles.

"Ahhhh!!!! Will you stop with that!" she screams and kicks her legs. "I've had enough of planes and ba..."  Her garter-girdle splits and she drops, swollen ass first, down on the cactus below.

Her ass cheeks meet the cactus and are greeted by hundreds of barbed and poisoned spines.

YYYYEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She shoots to a standing position and does a kind of frenetic dance, holding the sides of her ass-cheeks, and howling, "Oh my bottom!  It's on fire!  Owwwww!....."

Billy is on the ground, rolling around and laughing at the site of his crabby neighbor, holding her bottom and dancing and crying about how much it stings.

After about five minutes she is able to focus and stand still.

She has a look of pure hatred on her face.  "That's it, " she says with a low growl, her eye twitching (and her ass twitching even more!) "I'm going to skin you alive for this," and she begins to advance slowly towards him, her hands outstretched, as if to choke him.

"What in tarnation is going on?"

Ruth looks up from her 'target' on the ground to see Billy's mother standing a few feet away, holding a shotgun.

"Uh...um....uh," Ruth stammers nervously "Your little...son...has something of mine."  She forces a smile.

Billy's mom looks her up and down (she's naked except for her drooping stockings and her high-heels).  "And you were going to seduce him to get it back?"

Ruth frowns and the looks at herself.  She comes to the embarrassing realization of her state of dress and acts accordingly.  Her knees bend and come together as one arm is draped across her exposed breasts and the other attempts to cover her will trimmed bush.  "No!  No!  Not at all!" She tries forcing a smile.  "I slipped and ripped my clothes.  Now please give me what's mine!"

Billy's mom takes the envelope from Billy and looks at it.

"State your name."

"What?  Oh.  Ruth.  Ruth Alto."

"The envelope says, Roger Alto."

"Yes, that's my husband.  But you can give it to m..."

"No, I think I'll give it to him instead.  I think that would be better."

"Now you listen here, you tarted up house Frau!" Ruth spits, losing her composure.

Billy's mom raises up the shotgun.  "I seem to recall offering to pepper that big behind of yours with buckshot the next time your trespassed."

"Now, now...let's not be hasty," she starts to nervously back away.

Billy's mom takes a few steps towards her and Ruth spins around, forsaking all modesty, and runs for the fence.

BLAM!  YYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! Ruth leaps up, clutching at her freshly peppered backside.

BLAM!  OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Again, she leaps and clutches.

She scrambles over the fence (but not without snagging her stocking and stripping them completely off), and runs naked, her beet-red, hornet stung, needle punctured, buckshot peppered, swollen bottom bouncing as she dashes into her own house.

Cut to:
Roger Alto standing at Billy's front door while he and his mother hand him the envelope.

"We took good care of it, Mr. Alto.  That's why we wanted to give it to you personally and not your wife....who was acting kind of strangely".

"Yes, thank you, " he says sincerely as he accepts the envelope.  "I'm very grateful for your kindness. If there's anything I can do...."

"Well, " says Billy.  "Misses Alto WAS pretty mean to me...." Billy was hoping Mr. Alto would force her to apologize to him.

"Hmmmm, I see, " Mr Alto replies.  "Well, " he smiles, "I think I CAN do something that will make you feel better about that."

Cut to:
Roger Alto, sitting in his back garden on a straight back chair.  His wife (now dressed) standing besides him.  He lifts her skirt revealing her white panties with red hearts and pulls her over his lap, positioning her so that her big bottom is the highest point, and is facing towords the neighbors.

"Roger!  Do we have to do this here and now?  My ass is still so sore! And the neighbors can see!"

Roger applies a nasty wooden paddle across her pantied bottom.

SPLAT!  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

"That's really the point, my dear...."  He looks up and sees Billy standing at the fence, enjoying the site.  Billy gives Roger a thumbs-up.  Roger smiles and returns the gesture.  Then he hooks he hand into the waistband of Ruth's panties.

"NO! Not my bare bottom!  Not like this, not out here!"

ZZZZZUUUUFFFFF, down they come, exposing her big lobster red bottom.
Ruth's face flushes the same shade of red.

SPLAT! "OOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
SPLAT! "NOOOOooooooooooooooooo!"
SPLAT! "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

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The End

The misfortunes of Belinda Kruger

You make many nice friends on deviantart. I got to know a German girl who is very much into spanking. She is known as Gesperax on deviantart. Here are some pics created for her by a favourite artist of mine, JedLeech. Let's meet Gesperax's alter ego, Belinda Kruger.

Obviously, Belinda is very fond of apples. And forbidden fruit always tastes best...¨

The owner, Miss Harker, certainly don't want to share her precious apples with anybody.

Belinda got a taste of something completely different from apples...

Rock salt and bird shot pellets hurt quite a bit when embedded deep into her buttocks. Belinda had a long, painful walk back home.

It took a long time for her friend Sonja to pick all the pellets out of her bottom. Belinda couldn't sit for a week after the pellets had been removed.

Shortly after all the pellets had been removed and well before her wounds had healed, Belinda was in for it again. A seemingly endless and thorough spanking which had her lying face down for several nights. But that's another story. Some girls just seem to attract perils of various kinds... ;)

Blonde slave girl getting punished

Sorry for my abscence. I am very glad that Master is now back for some time and he is doing his best to correct me and make me get things done. Like blogging. Let's start the new year by enjoying a nice video clip with a Mistress and her slave girl. It really fired me... hope you will enjoy it, too. Be with you again soon... kisses from tina xxxxxxxxxxx

Do you want to chat with me?

Given my irregular blog postings it may seem like a futile attempt to add a chat room to my blog. But I have done it anyway. Just look to the right and you will find a link entitled "Enter my Chat Room". This is it! I really want to talk to you and maybe this will be a way of increasing my blog activity. So many things have happened recently and I know I have been absent too much. But I feel really excited about starting up again and with spring approaching my lust of life is really coming back with full force and I feel the energy building within me day by day. This is going to be a wonderful year with many positive experiences. Let's share them with each other - and do log in to my chat room when you feel like it. I look forward to seeing you there ;-) kisses... tina

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.

A good otk spanking is always a great start

Hello there,

I hope 2009 has taken off in a great way for you all. Why do I keep on ignoring this blog when I actually enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts? One of the best things about it is the intreraction with you. It's so inspiring and many times exciting. That is the beauty of a blog, I think. It is not just a diary but a continous exchange of thoughts. This is always something enrichening.

I just got a comment from 'Anonymous' out there in blogosphere and I thought I may as well use it for a new blogpost. 'Anonymous' asked me a few things:

As a real hardcore BDSM woman, what are your favorite equipment and where do you buy it? What would you recommend?

Well, I really don't see myself as a hardcore BDSM woman. The hardcore bit is not essential for me as it varies so much with the circumstances and the mood I'm in. Actually, a good otk firm hand spanking works wonders for me in most cases. But sometimes my excitement gets so intense that I just need to go further and my lust is triggered by more pain. I don't really want to recommend anything as everybody's situation, preferences and limitations will be different. The important thing, I feel, is playing safe and be very aware of each others reactions. Plus having a profound respect for each other. I feel that dreams and fantasies are a very good starting point and when you and your partner can talk freely about your fantasies you will be off for a good start.

Also, have your preferences evolved through time and what was that like? Did you e.g. start out with handcuffs and ended up with caning? Was it more like spanking -> spanking with a belt -> caning & flogging?

Yes, my preferences are evolving all the time. I am always curious and eager to try new things although I have very definite limits. Actually, I was doing self punishments long before I started playing with somebody else and I think most of my advancements into harhser punishments were made by my own hand. A definitive turning point was when I discovered the beauty of a thorough birching and I soon realized that I simply could not carry it out efficiently enough by my own hand. Using birches and switches (or rather letting Master use them on me) is one of the things I love best. This has to do with something else which perhaps is the closest I'll come to having a fetish. Although I love dressing up, doing make-up and so on for various role plays I don't really have any fetishes as such for clothes, accessories etc. But something which I love is having vivid marks on my body after a session. This excites me so much... feeling the hard, sore welts which make me very reluctant to sit down, admiring the scars and whipmarks on my body in front of the mirror... it adds a dimension which I hardly can explain. But I find it very exciting and I frequently masturbate in front of the mirror several days after a session, getting extremely aroused by the sight of the marks on my body. I see these as marks of love and one of the joys of being whipped and trashed very hard is knowing the session will bring such wonderful marks... mmmmmmmmm

What is the most hardcore you have ever done?

Well, I really don't know what to answer to that. I find it hard to pick out one special session. I have been flogged, caned and punished in various ways countless times in addition to the punishments I have inflicted upon myself. But then I don't look upon it as hardcore or not - it's just a matter of what works for me and for us at any given time. Then surely the sessions may become very hard.

Thank you, Anonymous, for yor kind comments on my blog and do keep coming back. I would be very interested to know about your own experiences as well as others visiting my blog. What is it that turns you on? We may well give each other new ideas and like I said, I am always eager to try new things.

One thing which always works for me is a good otk spanking and it is always a good start of a harder session. A girl who gets spanked quite a lot is Niki Flynn - a famous spanking model. Do check out this gallery to see her being spanked acting as a cheerleader.

Another girl who regularly gets her bottom tanned is Amelia Jane Rutherford. Check out her great blog and click the pic to view one of her new galleries.

There are several films of these two girls getting spanked and punished in various ways. Do check them out at SoundPunishment.

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

Spanked At Home

It is amazing how time flies away. Almost two months since I wrote something in my blog. Why is that? Honestly, I see no point in trying to explain why and finding excuses for my absence, although the dull weather could be one excuse. I tend to get a bit depressed at this time of the year and would rather go to sleep until springtime is here again. No, I think I will just start writing again and make sure to keep it going this time. Rest assured that my interests and passions for certain special things have not changed. But I have been very much alone – and I am sorry to say that there has been very little, if any, self-punishments made. My fantasies and dreams are with me all the time but somehow it seems that I am lacking the real enthusiasm at the moment. How wonderful to lay otk right now…

Still, I am glad that you keep on coming here although I have been absent for so long. I feel guilty for letting you down and I can only promise you that I will become a good girl again and start posting regularly. By the way, I wonder how many girls are getting spanked at home right now? Maybe here in my neighbourhood. Somehow I think that this is more common than you would expect. Once you have experienced the wonderful heat after each smack I think you will get the message. I always find a good spanking really arousing and a perfect starter for a session.I think that the site Spanked At Home captures this excitement quite well. Actually, their films and images is as close as you will get to looking into private bedrooms, seeing naughty girls getting punished. Do check it out. And please forgive me for keeping you waiting so long. I shall be back soon.

How about discipline without sex?

I must confess that many times I prefer being disciplined rather than more sexual treatment. Long ago, as I was trying to find my identity, I was seeking contacts with men who would like to spank me and discipline me. I answered some contact ads and eventually I met a few men. Although it did not lead to any lasting relationship, there was a much older man whom I visited in order to let him punish me. There was never any question about having sex: he just wanted to spank me and treat me as his naughty girl. Believe me, when he finally sent me home, I was a very good girl... The excitement I experienced when he was punishing me was very intense but I had no desire whatsoever to have sex with him. But as I went home with a sore, burning bottom and my blood boiling with lust, I felt so relieved. So content. Yes, I would masturbate when I got back home and especially when admiring my swollen red bottom in the mirror. But it never ever crossed my mind that I would have sex with this man. Neither one of us had any need for that.

The punishment sessions got harder and harder and it was this man who really taught me how wonderful a good birching can be. He ordered me to pick fresh birch switches to bring with me as I came to his home. Unfortunately our meetings came to an abrupt end and for a very long time I had to rely on self-discipline although I was very positive about what it was that I was longing for. I am forever grateful to this man for making me a birching addict :-)

I can still feel the same way. Often I fantasize about what it would be like to be punished by an unknown man, maybe somebody I have met in the street. Just punished, strictly and severely, but without having sex. I simply have no need for having sex with anybody else than my Master. But I could well do it if it was part of a session involving him and others. Although I and Master spend long periods away from each other I never have any need for having sex with another man (or woman, for that matter). Neither would I ever let anybody else punish me without my Master's approval. But the thought is actually very exciting... visiting a very strict man and after a very intense and painful session going home with a very sore and velted bottom... mmmmm

What do you think, my friends? Anyone who gets a kick out of bdsm and punishment sessions without having sex in the end? Is it the orgasms and the penetration that is the ultimate goal or is the heat and excitement enough? Please tell me your thoughts on this.

How to punish a masochist slut?

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Strange preferences?

Luckily, we are all different and we have our individual tastes. In a relationship we may have to adjust ourselves to the other part to make it work. This can be especially challenging in a bdsm relationship. I realize that I am very lucky to have found a Master who is into the same sort of things that I am. Often we don’t have to speak at all – it just works like it should when we are playing, just because we know each other so well. The big difference is perhaps that he is a bit more sensible than I am… I do have a tendency to want to go too far sometimes.

What is so wonderful is that we also share the same limits, without even discussing it, without safewords. No, sometimes I wish I could use a no-safeword to make the action continue J It may seem strange but it has been there as long as we have known each other. Not that we are exactly reading each other’s minds but we just work in the same way.

So what are my actual limits? Well, first and foremost absolutely NO KIDSEX and NO ANIMALSEX. No scat, either. But on the other hand I enjoy golden showers very much and I love taking the yellow stream in my mouth, swallowing as much as I can. So what’s the difference, one may wonder. Well, I just work this way.

I get simply high on hard floggings and birchings but I also enjoy relatively mild otk spankings. Having my face slapped, hair pulled, ears pinched – yes, it all turns me on. But for some reason a fist in my face would not be as exciting as a slap with open hand. I see nothing exciting with losing a tooth or having my eyes swelled shut because of a blow. But I don’t mind bloody streaks and scars on my body, as long as they are the results of a severe whipping. When the cane bites deep into my flesh, splitting my skin so that blood oozes out from the welts, this and the pain shocks drives me over the top with lust. But just cutting my skin with razor blades or knives would never give me the same satisfaction.

Breaking bones, amputations, mutilation – no, that’s nothing for me. I see nothing sexy about ending up in a wheelchair after a session. Everything connected with hospitals I even find extremely unsexy. Maybe it’s because I have been working a lot in these environments. But a public flogging in the market square in front of thousands of spectators – or grim tortures in a medieval dungeon, YESSSS… both IRL and in my fantasies.

As for the medieval dungeon, being stretched on the rack is OK but not having my limbs dislocated. More or less permanent marks are not only OK but can be very arousing. Yes, I would let myself be put in an Iron Maiden, provided the spikes were rather short and didn’t cause any internal damages. But having your tongue cut off or your eyes stuck out would be definitely wrong, although it did happen in “those good old days”.

I realize I might not be too easy to understand. One problem was actually finding someone who was interested in playing but my biggest problem has always been that those punishing me have been to mild (or meek) and left me frustrated. That is, until I met my Master. Still, there is the security that I know he will never go too far with me, although he will definitely take me over the top.

I realize that I have earned quite a punishment for neglecting my blog and I will get back to that subject very soon. Take care,

Your slaveslut tina

Beat me harder, please…

I admit it… I’m not here in blogosphere as often as I should be. There are no excuses for this but maybe some explanations. Sometimes there are more urgent and exciting things in life. Yes, it is very rude of me to neglect you, dear readers. If it is of any consolation to you I am being severely punished for my neglections all the time.

Behind the closed bedroom door you can hear the sound of hard whacks mixed with my gasps, sobs and screams. I am pleading for mercy, yet I wish that this wonderful spanking will never end. I am lying over the knee, with a firm grip around my waist and my bare bottom exposed. The heavy wooden paddle has soon made my poor globes turn bright red and very swollen but still the heavy smacks keep on raining on my bottom, making me squirm and scream. Oh, it’s so wonderful… please spank me harder… make me suffer, Master.

The continous spankings keeps me aroused and assures that I am wet and eager when you want to have me. Besides, I always have the riding crop ready beside my bed, and my closet is full of other tools you may want to use for punishing me. Oh, please do. If you punish me hard enough, then maybe I will be a good girl and start blogging again.

Please, Master, beat me harder. Much harder... mmmmmm

English Spanking

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For the love of my Master

I am indeed a very happy woman. When I fell into your arms on Friday after such a long time apart, I experienced profound happiness. As I rubbed myself against you, feeling your strong, masterful manliness, I realized how much I had been missing you. But now we have a long, wonderful summer ahead of us.

I pressed my chest against you and the tacks and pins dug into my swollen breasts. You smiled at me and kissed my lips gently. My entire mind and body was uproar with lust but I knew I had to be calm. I wanted to fall on my bare knees before you, begging you to hurt me. I wanted to beg you for a good taste of your whip. But I knew better than trying. You can read me like no other and I know how you work. Your strategy is to make me wait, having me on the torture rack as long as possible before you finally let me experience what I crave. You and I know that it just increases my lust to a degree which is almost unbearable and I know I could never achieve it on my own.

Yes, I do a lot of self-punishments and I am very active when it comes to, well, sort of… flicking the bean, twiddling the knob… oh well, masturbating… *blushes* I do it several times a day and very often if I only have only a couple of minutes to spare by myself. It makes it so much more exciting. But it can never be the same as being owned and used by you, Master. The joy of submitting to your masterful manliness is what keeps me going.

You ordered me to go into a chatroom to tell about what was happening and when you grabbed my breasts from behind so hard that it felt like all pins were driven into my flesh at the same time, I cried out from pain. Your whisper in my ear that you thought I needed a good spanking made me so aroused and I had to finish the chat contact very quickly. You led me to the bedroom with a hard grip in my left ear and very soon I was lying over your knee. Oh Master, this is so wonderful.

During the day you punished me in various ways, gradually building up the excitement and the harshness of my punishments. I was only too happy to submit and when you used your heavy belt on my sore bottom I screamed so much from pain and ecstacy that you had to gag me before proceeding. You know exactly how to make me reach the wonderful world of subspace and we both know that plain vanilla sex just will never be the same.

At nine o’clock in the evening you took off my tacked bra and the pain when the pins and tacks were pulled out of my flesh was the most intense I had felt in a long time. More pins than I realized had penetrated my skin and my poor breasts, red and sore, were full of marks. You surely used both teeth and fingers in the most effective way to cause me moe pain, to put loving marks on my body.

Master, I love you and I am so glad to be with you again. May this go on forever.
your slaveslut tina

A great tool for self-punishment

I have found a truly great tool for self-punishment! It’s a hard wooden paddle, length 47 cm. The paddle is heavy and very well balanced and it lies perfectly in my hand. Since I found it yesterday I have been using it very actively on my bare bottom and the burning pain it produces with every smack is something absolutely wonderful. The fire spreads from my bottom, orgasm to my sex and I’m not ashamed to confess that I am horny as a bitch in heat after a session with the paddle. Last night I was smacking my rump as hard as I could while masturbating and the ever consuming fire drew me to one marvellous orgasm after another.

This wonderful tool enables me to strike hard at exactly the spot I want to which can be hard when using whips, rods and switches. When I spank myself with the paddle I am overwhelmed by a strange fever, an obsession with continuing, to smack myself as hard as I possibly can to make the burning pain keep growing. Even if I smack myself very hard, the sound is muffled and discreet so the paddle is perfect when I am by myself for a short while and simply must have a good spanking right on the spot. Right now I have given myself a really hard trashing, smacking myself for a very long time and my poor globes are two glowing red balls of pure pain. I am sitting with my tortured swollen bottom on a wooden chair and the cold, hard surface feels so soothing and nice against my red hot rump.

When the fire eventually fades away, a deep, numb pain remains and the slightest touch is a very painful experience. At the slightest movement I am reminded of my thoroughly spanked bottom. I expect to be really black and blue the next days but it’s so good… mmmmmmm

I have been thinking about how to optimize the effect of this wonderful tool of correction. Maybe I should drill some holes through the paddle or carve some marks into the wood so that they are reproduced on my buttocks after each whack. Another possibility would be gluing some metal object to the paddle, with a structure sticking out. Then the metal would be embedded deep into my flesh as I whack myself and leave perfect impressions, just like a stamp. This would be the closest I could get to being branded with a red hot branding iron, something which I have yet to experience. But I am certainly dreaming about it and I am yearning for the day it shall become reality…