Thursday, January 29, 2015

Blue Monday Accidents Happen

Did you know that this past monday was Officially Blue Monday? Yes, the day that is purported to be the most depressing day of the year. All based on some scientific rationale and or mathematical equation. Regardless the reason, I believe I am suffering the lingering effects of Blue Monday. Either it is that or the underlying feeling that this is Winter and I am fighting off the SADs (seasonal affective disorder).

In the past, I had the girls in my creative department to cheer me up with their tails… I meant their tales. Lunchtime chatter often led to the subject of sharing stories of unintentional embarrassment. As much as the girls were visibly embarrassed by these non-coerced confessions they always enjoyed sharing. I never really figured out if part of that enjoyment was simply telling the stories or telling the stories in my presence, as the only male representative, and if it was all simply part of them playing coy.

There is nothing like an instant mood lifter than hearing of wind blown skirts, or the accidental backside ripping of tight dresses or being caught semi-nude by roommates; all especially mood elevating if you know the girls first hand in such stories.

I have been meaning to share some of those stories, but today I am looking for tales of embarrassment from you, my dear readers. Ladies, who's willing to share? 

Not convinced? 
OK, I will go first. Since I had a part in it, I will start you off with this simple story 


  Tammy was on her way out to a night dancing with friends. Having rushed home from work, she was quickly showered, dressed in club clothes fresh out of the wash, new shoes and hair done up just right; she was ready to turn heads! Her sexiness was radiating as she drove out for a memorable night of dancing. On her way out she decided to drop by the drive-through Starbucks for an extra perk for the long drive before the real drinks. 

After the momentary stop, she continued on her way to meet her friends on the outskirts of the city when she inevitably came across Friday night stop and go traffic. Taking a sip from her doubleshot non-fat latte, the car in front of her suddenly stopped and due to her bad tailgating habit she was forced to slam on her brakes. The latte splashed. Fortunately the hot beverage did not make it below or beneath her white blouse and her hot breasts were saved. Unfortunately her blouse was not. 

Realizing it was too late to turn back home and change she momentarily panicked as her mind fumbled for a solution. Driving further, salvation suddenly revealed itself in bright red letters as she pulled into the roadside Walgreens. Even though this was far enough away from home for anyone to recognize her, she still didn't want to take any chances of strangers starring at her stained outfit. She removed her blouse in the car at the parking lot, just before strutting into the pharmacy topped only in her barely legal tank-top. Better to be judged the slut then a slob she thought. 

She was on a mission headed in search of Tide Stain Remover. As she surveyed the aisles she felt countless eyes following her. She was focused on the task at hand and brushed off the stares attributing it all to her tight skirt and extra high heels. She crossed her arms as she walked; the store's constant freezing AC causing goosebumps on her bare skin. The spaghetti strap and plunging neckline of her tank top providing little protection against the harsh interior elements. 

Finally on a lower shelf of a far corner of the store, she bent over and reached for the miracle stain removal as a blast of cold air wrapped around her upper thighs. As soon as she stood upright she squirmed at an unexpected tugging. 

The sudden discomfort was wedged fabric caught between her bottom cheeks. More concerned about the discomfort and assuming the aisles were clear she only quickly glanced over her shoulder; reaching back and grasping for her skirt. Not feeling it where she expected it to be, she went on thinking it simply must have ridden up a bit. Her g-string had dug in and she had to sink her fingers deep and use some force to pluck it out from its trapped spot. As she attempted  to release the black elastic-like scrap of cloth, she flexed her cheeks and awkwardly tip-toed for a moment in order to readjust herself when she heard a familiar voice

"Tammy? Tammy! What are you doing out here?"

She turned to see her former boss staring wide eyed at her.

"Hi! What are YOU doing here?" she asked walking towards me and reaching in for a hug.

My eyes growing wider as I focused in on her nipples - standing at full attention poking through her barely-there tank-top. I hugged her tight; tighter than usual and she must have noticed as I felt her hard nipples rubbing against my stiff dress shirt.

"I just stopped by on my way home. I live out here now. What are you doing?" I asked not releasing the hug.

"Oh me? I was just getting… getting some last minute laundry supplies" she gently moved away and held up the stain removal between us.

"Why are you shopping way out here? Anyways, it is great to see you. You are looking... perky...perky as ever. Extra perky." I complimented fixated on her chest.

Realizing my focal point on her nearly sheer, attention-getting top and lack of bra she crossed her arms abruptly and looked away.

After my insistence of stalling small talk and some eventual uncomfortable (uncomfortable for her) silence she excused herself.

"OK Nice seeing you...all of you." I grudgingly bid farewell as she turned away and my eyes followed.

"Oh, you may want to get some of these too" I offered up a small box of dryer fabric sheets.

"Ahh...OK...Thanks...I guess...Bye…" she grabbed the box with a confused look and walked off uncomfortably and unknowingly.


She put down her half-empty latte on the check-out counter to dig through her large bucket purse in search of her small wallet. The cashier leisurely rang up the handful of items and suddenly stopped at the dryer sheets.

"Girl. Really. It's a little late for these. You are supposed to use them before you put on your clothes. These aren't going to get rid of the static cling now."

Tammy stared back at the cashier blankly then froze in realization. She looked down at her skirt and instantly her hands went to her backside where she felt partial exposed cheeks. 

"OhmaGawd!" she blurted out loud, loud enough for the half-dozen customers within earshot to turn around and stare at her. 

Her face quickly filled with pink upon realization that not only had she been showing off her nearly naked "perky" breasts, but thanks to static cling, she was showing off quite a bit of cheekiness. Further realization sank in of the view she must have given when she had bent over and when she had wedged out her panties giving her old boss an unforgettable view.


Hope you enjoyed that story and a reminder that I am looking for tales of embarrassment from my dear readers. Who's willing to share? Let's get rid of the winter blues together!
Come on who's with me?! 

If not, comments are always appreciated!

Friday, January 23, 2015

The Look of Discipline

Within our "spanking world", be it in the formalized nation of Domestic Discipline or the Wild Frontier of Untamed Spankings in general, we all have certain extra things that we prefer to add to the scene or hope to see in order to heighten the spanking experience; making it that much hotter.

To be clear, I am not referring to instruments. I am referring to those simple things, let us call them "accessories" or "spanking triggers", that we intentionally add or simply are more attracted to due to spanking correlations in our minds.

For example on the feminine submissive side, the range of spanking hot buttons is vast and varied. These can be anything from from the obvious short skirts or naughty costumes to the subtle - from special types or colors of panties, to particular high heels, all the way to extra-feminine outfits. All of these can steer the mind towards spankings, enhancing the mood and ultimately the culminating experience. Throw in some banter, teasing and flirtations and that is just added welcomed icing. For a lady seeking discipline, these sexy little things are all at her disposal. 

For example: So many random things about her look here; 
the frilly skirt, her strappy heels, the bare legs, the ringlets in her hair,
none overtly spanking related per se; 
yet all make me want to flip her over, hike up that skirt 
rip off her panties and give her a good spanking!

Still following? Good.

On the opposite side, the dominant gentleman in these relationships have their own "accessories" that they bring along, be it intentionally or unintentionally, to heighten the spanking experience. Again, I am not referring to instruments. Rather, these dominant hot buttons as I have been told, and have experienced, include extra-masculine outfits such as tailored suits, uniforms and even the occasional costume which all have the heightened heated effect on some ladies. Gentleman may also carry-on banter; dropping hints and threats ahead of time all in order to create a build-up the tension to the point of eruption.

Still with me? Good.

One enhancing "spanking accessory" or "spanking trigger" that does not readily come to mind, but I have been thinking about recently is grooming.

For example, a lady with her hair
pulled out into pigtails or even into a ponytail will get a rise out of me, and plenty of others it seems, due to the instant submissive correlative look. On the opposite end and perhaps not as common, is her hair done up to the extreme in big ringlets for a special occasion also gets to me even though this is not an obvious submissive look.

What do we gentleman have in a similar vain? 

What I was actually thinking about was facial hair.  

Myself as example; I have been sporting a goatee since the holidays. As most men who go on leave I slacked on the shaving routine while away and eventually decided to grow out the goatee. Never been one for a full beard as I think that really ages one, but have opted for the more defined and confined facial hair. 

I  had planned to share....

I actually contemplated uploading a real picture of myself highlighting the goatee, but ultimately decided against it. I am sure you understand my reluctance. Therefore, here are a few pics to give you a general idea of the goatee I am sporting.

At least my goatee does not make me look evil like the guy in the Hunger Games, 
pictured at left. I believe I am closer to what Depp is sporting in the middle image.
Probably a combination of that and the slightly raggedy look of Oldman's, on the right.


I digress.

Getting to my point -
So My Girl doesn't like my current "new look". 

She claims it makes me look mean, stern and threatening. 
I don't see the problem. 
Do you?

I don't think that is a bad thing and besides I do not consider myself a mean person. 
Stern - Yes. 
Serious - Often. 
Mean - No.

I explained to My Girl that at least my goatee does not make me look evil like the guy from the Hunger Games, pictured above.

Shaking her sullen head in disapproval she topped off with; "I really have no idea what look you are going for." **

Where My Girl does not see the appeal of the facial hair other female friends and acquaintances have stated that they love the "edgier" look.

Which all bring me, the long way around, to my point –
my questions for the ladies here is as follows:

Does facial hair add to the stern disciplinarian role? 
Is facial hair one of those hot button triggers for you?

Take a moment to vote and remember comments are always encouraged and appreciated.


**Oh and as far as My Girl's comments, I took it as a teaching moment; a perfect opportunity to correct her recent intolerable attitude. I demonstrated what  "stern" really looks and more importantly really feels like. 

Fact is, after seeing her bottom radiating heat only got me going more. Which reminded me that sometimes a girl needs more than just a spanking.

Sometimes an entitled girl needs a definitive firm reminder that attitudes will be dealt with accordingly. Made clear only until every inch of her naked pale bottom is completely throbbing and aching, from her plump cheeks to her tight asshole; until any memories of bitchiness are swallowed whole by the sounds of  ever louder pouting. Sometimes simply the best lesson for an entitled girl's intolerable attitude is a raw and thorough pounding. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Scoldings at Grandma's

As we creep slowly into January let us not forget the subtle joys and responsibilities of the Holidays; such as spending time with family –
extended family,
for long periods of time,
at their homes!


Here is a snippet of a weekend visiting with her Grandparents. Hopefully enough to keep you entertained. Not sure how much more detail I need to set up the scene. Aren't most grandparents and their ways all essentially the same? Sure, some traditions, customs and languages may be different, yet "that" generation all seems very similar in their ways.

Picture yourself as either half of this young couple spending time at her grandparents; something most assume would lack excitement. Not so the case here.

Three things to keep in mind are;
1) Grandparents are set in their ways and have no intention of changing
2) Some ladies fall back into their young, spoilt ways much to easily (to no ones's approval)
3) Your own house rules should always travel with you wherever you go.


There you are; I was wondering what was taking you so long.
Dear, please don't sit on Grandpa's chair.
Yes, yes I know it is comfortable, but it is HIS chair.
You should know better.

Pull up a dining room chair.
Yes, that ol' oak chair.

That stiff wood is good for your posture anyways. 
You really shouldn't slouch Dear. 
Besides it will help keep you awake long after dinner;
when Grandpa begins with his long war stories.
He's just been itching to tell you both about the time when he met that pilot
they just made that movie about. 

Ha ha ha; nonsense! 
We aren't going out to a fancy restaurant; what are you thinking?!
I made a nice broccoli casserole. 
We are staying here, at this dinner table, and you are going to 
keep that bottom plastered to that chair all night young lady; really.

No, you will not get a pass on the post dinner talks.
Really young lady, you are only here for the weekend... 
he so loves to spend time talking to you. 
It would break his heart if he heard you didn't 
want to spend time sitting here with him.

Sit up straight...and you really should be wearing hose Dear....
Did you rip your pair; do we need to go down to the pharmacy to get you another pair 
before morning services?....

My, my, whatever is the problem! 
You are squirming like a child.


"Come here.


Undo your jeans and drop them.

I'm waiting.

Do it now or I will do it for you.

I said, Now!

Too tight to roll down completely?
I can see, it is going to be a long weekend.
What are those?!
Roll those frumpy cotton things down.

Now come here...Closer.
 Give me a hug.

Yes a hug; I want you close. I want to whisper something to you.

Good Girl.
Mmmm, I love the smell of your wet hair in the morning. 

I'm trying not to lose patience with you Doll.  
It really shouldn't be that hard to understand.
If I need to tell you time and again to do something 
it either means I am not being clear 
OR you simply aren't listening. 

So which is it?

I think you just aren't listening.

But in case I'm not making myself clear lets repeat.

Unless, I tell you otherwise, you wear a dress or a skirt. 
Especially, if we are visiting your grandparents 
you definitely do not wear jeans out of respect to them.

Stay still. You aren't going anywhere.

Stay still!
The only thing jiggling should be your ass!


Let me see your face. Look up.


Shhh…I din't ask for a rationalization.
I simply said look up.

And what is with those frumpy panties? (SLAP)
Did I not buy you a whole new batch for Christmas?
Why aren't you wearing those?!


Do you need me to sort out your panties 
by days of the week, again?
Do you? 





OK, Shhh... Relax.

Now one last reminder. 
Turn around.

Bend over.

Oh so soft and tender.
And, just so tight.
Now, let's spread these blushing cheeks apart. 

Don't clench I want to enjoy the view for a second.





That was just a warning young lady.



Good Girl.

I will wait for you downstairs 
as I'm sure they are already wondering where we are.
Now get your ass out of those jeans and changed.

And be sure to put on some punishment panties; the sheer white pair.
Yes, really!
Don't pout. 

They will be a reminder to keep yourself in check...
and if you don't...
I will give you a real reason to pout tonight.


Well, was that enough to peak your interest for the rest of the story?
Hope you have a good week!
Don't forget to vote and remember comments are always appreciated.