Welcome to my blog of spanking exploits! This is just a little place for me to share my day-to-day spanking adventures, as well as personal stories and anecdotes that I've experienced. I'll also be posting news stories, odd trivia, spanking games, and whatever nonsense that I come across in this wonderful kink of ours. I hope that everyone enjoys reading them.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Double Dose of Discipline

Over the past few weeks, ever since a brief hiccup in my relationship with Cookie, several instances of smoking have arisen. This openly breaks one of my very first rules for her, as well as my longest standing and most severe. Not only has she smoked a considerable amount during that time, but there’re mountains of evidence that she did so in full view of the kids, and then lied to me about it when I caught her in the act. This added up to a lot of offenses. She added to her smoking infractions, though, by having an attitude of being able to do whatever she wants without repercussions.

Last night, I made my first attempt to prove her completely wrong. After the kids went to bed, I made her get in the car and we drove to an isolated road nearby. Other than the occasional john looking for someplace private to take a prostitute, the road is unused, making it an ideal location to discipline an errant girlfriend without alerting the children or neighbors.

Armed with the “wedding gift” paddle, I toasted her bottom well, leaving bruises and marks that will likely last a few days. She knows that smoking will always bring about the worst spankings that I have to give, and this was no different. I paddled her ass and thighs with a vengeance, intending to let her know exactly how I felt about smoking in my household.

Despite this thorough punishment, though, her attitude persisted, leading me to believe that her treatment was far from complete. So, we had another session tonight, though noticeably lighter than last night’s. This time, she was spanked with one of my rattan canes, as it is one of the quietest implements that I have. We didn’t leave the house, this time, so I didn’t want to be too loud. She was resistant, but she wisely chose to accept the caning instead of risk that I would substitute a capsaicin rubdown if she continued to fight it.

Still, even after this second punishment, her attitude still persists. By my understanding, though, the third time’s the charm, as she’ll be finding out tomorrow night when we drive back out to our empty backroad. When she’s bent over the trunk of the car with her bottom bared for a heavy dose of the nylon cane, I think that she may finally come to regret her behavior from the past few days.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Caught Smoking, Again

I had originally intended to post today about the spanking party that Katia and I attended this past weekend, but I’ve had to change those plans. First of all, I haven’t yet contacted Todd and Suzy to see if I can get the pictures that they took of the event or found how who’s okay with their pictures being posted, or what everyone wants to be called by.

The second issue, though, is that I’m currently frustrated with how I’m going to deal with Cookie. During our brief “break” (of two whole days), she had again returned to her old habit of smoking. This is something that she’s normally done throughout her lifetime whenever she’s been stressed, so she considers this behavior normal. However, regardless of what she thinks about it, it’s against my rules. So, ever since then, she’s been due for a serious punishment for that transgression.

On top of this, though, I also found out just the other day that she’s still smoking, and was hiding cigarettes in the kitchen. I found this out through one of the kids, so she’s also now in trouble for smoking in front of them, as well as continuing to smoke them in secret. One even hinted that she has been giving him cigarettes, but I take that bit of information with a grain of salt, as he was in trouble at the time, and likely trying to cover his own ass.

Even today, though, I stepped outside where she was sitting out on the front steps and noticed a smoking cigarette butt just a few feet from her. I asked her if she’d been smoking, but she said no, even though no one was anywhere near her at the time. She apparently hadn’t realized that I’d noticed the butt, and was blatantly trying to lie. Once I called her attention to that small fact, though, she changed her story. I’m not sure which is worse, though. Not only did she try to lie and cover up her continued habit, but she was smoking in plain sight of our kids, which she was watching play outside.

Tonight is not a good night for being her. I’m a bad baker, and burnt Cookie is on the menu.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Spanking Image Sunday

Each week, I’ll post the seven images from my photo blog, Thomas’s Picks, for the past week. Readers are invited to choose their favorite and discuss what they like about it.

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Each picture is linked to the site from which it originated. If you like a picture, please visit its home site and give it a look around.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Heading to a Party

Today, I’ll be in Ocala with Katia attending a spanking party that is being thrown by Todd and Suzy of the American Spanking Society. Cookie is, unfortunately, unable to attend because of personal matters, but we’ll hopefully be able to get her out to another party in the near future. At least I won’t be going stag, though.

It’s just a single afternoon and evening party, but I’m sure that I’ll still have plenty of stories to tell by Monday when I post about our short trip. Hopefully, everyone else will be having a spankful weekend, too.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fantasy Friday

The young maid squirms in anticipation as she waits to learn of her fate, tears threatening to fall at any moment. The young woman was guilty of nothing more than sheer clumsiness, but that was enough to put her in the situation that she now had to endure. She had broken a precious vase, more expensive than she could ever replace and a favorite of the Lady of the manor. The possibility of being discharged from service hangs forebodingly over her head as she sits outside of her Lord’s study.

I am that Lord, pondering for several hours now how to best deal with the infraction. While I understand that it was merely an accident, it was also a direct result of the maid’s carelessness. I now much decide how to satisfy my wife’s ire and my own desire to show mercy. When I feel that I’ve come to a solution, I open the door and ask the young girl to enter.

I return to my plush chair as she enters the room behind me. She stands silently in front of my desk as I get comfortable and begin to explain the situation. In order to fulfill all of my obligations as her employer, as well as my personal feelings on the matter, I give her two options. She may either opt for tendering her resignation and accepting severance pay, or she may take a very thorough and painful thrashing with the birch upon her naked flesh, with the knowledge that further indiscretions will be dealt with in a similar fashion once that punishment has been chosen.

The choice is difficult for the young lady, but the options aren’t truly as balanced as they may appear. Upon leaving my service, finding new employment would be difficult. Even if the reasons behind her resignation aren’t discussed, few houses would hire a maid who left another good manor on such questionable grounds. Choosing to leave would effectively put her out on the street. As much as it would pain her to do so, she chooses to stay, and take the thrashing.

I nod in understanding, moving to brush away the tears that have begun to roll down the young girl’s beautiful face. I instruct her to prepare herself, and to bend over the front of my desk. I then walk back around my desk to retrieve a bundle of birch switches kept in a silver urn for just such occasions. I swish the item through the air to test its readiness for another use.

The chambermaid takes a few moments to calm down, and then starts the slow process of getting ready for her punishment. Her dress is too cumbersome to be easily raised, so she instead removes it entirely, undressing under her Lord’s watchful eye. Setting the dress aside, she then unties the string on her drawers, pulling them down as well. Lewdly exposed to her employer, she bends over my desk and grabs the far side with both hands.

Holding the birch menacingly as I step back to where she rests across my desk, I stand just to her side, within easy reach of her naked bottom. I ask if she’s ready, and then wait for her to reply before continuing. The birch brushes across her skin momentarily to allow her to feel the prickly branches. I hold it there for just a moment, long enough for her to anticipate the coming stroke. When I raise the birch, air dances around her untouched cheeks before it’s replaced with the full sensation of each stem lashing out across her unprotected flesh.

She gasps as the birch bites into her naked flesh, but she keeps herself in place without crying out or losing position. She receives just a moment of respite before the birch again makes its presence known with painful precision. A third stroke follows soon afterwards, increasing the burn that permeates her bottom. The prickly tendrils of the branches dance across her striped flesh, not only solidly impacting her ample buttocks, but nipping evilly on her thighs and lower back.

She screams as each stroke enflames her bottom like a swarm of angry bees, but the end is not yet in sight. Of the ten strokes that I’d decided to inflict upon her, only three have been felt. Seven more would yet stripe her backside before her punishment would be complete. Two more of these whip across her unprotected derriere in quick succession, burning lines of fire across her increasingly tender flesh.

By now, the entire manor can surely hear her cries of anguish, and will know that she’s being firmly dealt with. This will hopefully be enough to convince my wife that the matter is being dealt with sufficiently, and further recourse won’t be necessary. This will be important if the young maid is to continue in our employ. To further ensure that this impression is given to anyone who may overhear the maid’s ordeal, the final five strokes land in a frenzy, snapping loudly so that any listeners will be convinced of the fury of the servant’s thrashing.

With the maid now sobbing bitterly across my desk, I place the birch on the desk in front of her and return to my seat. I lean forward just enough to stroke the girl’s head as she cries. I inform her that her punishment is complete, speaking softly to console her. She is reminded, though, that further transgressions will earn further punishments, and she will come to know this study well, in time.

Once she calms down, I allow her to dress, but ask her to stay and rest before returning to her duties. She pulls her drawers back up, and then retrieves her dress. Unable to sit down comfortably, she stands with her hands folded in front of her, trying to regain her full composure. I stand and walk over to her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Not accustomed to being treated so gently by her betters, she isn’t sure how to interpret my kindness, but leans slightly towards me in enjoyment of my touch.

Sensing her need for closeness, I put an arm around her and pull her towards me to rest her body against mine. She allows herself to be held, realizing that she truly wants to please her Lord, not just because of the punishment that would come with displeasure, but simply because she wants to serve me well. Wrapping my arms gently around her, I give her a couple of playful pats to her sore bottom. She squeals in response, leaning against me more. She then puts her arms around my neck and puts on a pretty pout.

I then give her bottom a gentle squeeze through the many layers of fabric, commenting that her bottom was likely as marked as it was sore. Having not seen her own bottom, she is unsure. I soon coax her back out of her dress and drawers, urging her towards a mirror to see the effects. As our seduction becomes bolder, she is soon completely naked before me. It is then that I take her and begin her lessons on how to truly please her Lord.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

A Light Session

Yesterday was yet another session for the new girl, who was formerly known as Willow but has been recently revealed to be Katia, a fellow spanking blogger that I met several weeks ago and have been working with ever since. She’s actually been grounded for half a week, and was going to stay that way until she had her session time. She was about to have to postpone her weekly spanking, but was lucky enough to arrange it at the last minute. She certainly didn’t want to be grounded for another week.

Except one issue regarding a party that she went to, which was also the reason for her grounding, she’d actually been behaving pretty well, so only the hand was due to make contact with her backside. However, she still behaved poorly enough that more than a simple maintenance spanking was called for. She begged for her thighs to be spared from the assault, but it simply wasn’t to be.

I’ve learned, though, that the one thing that seems to get her spanked the worst is actually being across my lap being spanked. Even if she’s only due for a minor spanking, it quickly becomes a major spanking because of attitude or cursing while across my knee. This is the one reason that I’m unsure if she’ll ever reach maintenance level, as even a light spanking will become serious after one or two hard swats that she reacts poorly to.

As long as she keeps her nose clean, though, we might be able to see how she responds to a good girl spanking in the near future. On Saturday, I’ll be taking Katia to her first spanking party. Unfortunately, Cookie isn’t currently able to attend with us, but if the opportunity to find someone to watch the kids pops up, it will be the three of us heading to the party. It should be fun, though, and I’ll share some more details on Saturday morning before we head out, and the full party details when I post on Monday.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Spanking on Yahoo! Answers

The following are real questions posed on Yahoo! Answers, all of which are currently active at the time of this blog entry. Please forgive the punctuation and grammar, as I copied the questions directly as they appeared on Yahoo!

Is there such a thing as a "spanking therapist"? If so how do I find one? (Look carefully.)

Anyone ever hired or used a disciplinarian? (Someone has, I’m sure.)

For an erotic spanking, what would you use on your spouse or significant other to make their cheeks red? (I would suggest hand or leather.)

I’m going to have to fuss at Cookie for not regularly checking my answers and voting for them. I should have had all four of last week’s answers in the bag.

Prior to answering today’s questions, I was at 82% for “best answers” on questions that I’d answered in the previous weeks. (That’s 62 “best answers” out of 75 questions, as a few questions had been deleted.) I added three questions to the mix, bringing my percentage down to 79% until this week’s questions start to resolve, either by a best answer being chosen or by the question being deleted. I will post my ongoing stats each week.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Time for Sleep

While attending Fetishcon, I had the good fortune to work with a known spanking model, Samantha Grace, who’s worked with several of the west coast companies. The main video that I shot with her during the convention, “Time for Sleep,” is now available in the Birchwood Academy Clips Store. This was a big chance for me to work with someone that’s known for having red bottoms on screen. For other places where Samantha Grace may be found, visit Samantha Grace’s Grand Adventures.

Samantha is told to get straight into bed because she needs her sleep if she’s going to be awake for the theme parks the next day. Unfortunately, she’s all wound up, and finds one thing after another to occupy her attention and prevent herself from getting to sleep. After several warnings, she is put over a lap and given a hard hand spanking to convince her to turn out the lights and get to sleep. The spanking starts over her pajamas, but those are soon dropped in favor of spanking across her panties, and finally on her bare bottom. Still not certain that his point has been made, her disciplinarian leaves the room for a moment, returning with a strap to send the lesson home on her unprotected backside. Once he’s satisfied that she intends to get straight into bed and to sleep, he tucks her back in and shuts off the lights.

Part one of this video is currently available in the clips store, and will soon be followed by a “just the action” version of that same segment. Next week, there will be normal and “just the action” versions of part two going up in the store, and of the full version in two weeks. That’s a lot of options for Samantha Grace fans to choose from.

Personal Video of the Week