Negative, not in this life with this wife! She is a Taurus, nick named herself Bad Ass! Natural born leader, and kinks. Neither had played with spanking or serious before meetings. When she started to spank during love making, it all just seemed to follow a pre determined path to where we are now. Complete Bliss!
Sure we switch, but not nearly as often as I'd like. I could DEFINITELY be the dominant in a relationship... but, too bad for me that I am in a HAPPY marriage with an alpha male who loves to wield the spanking toys and the power!
Tried it a couple of times at her request. She did not like the experience at all. I'm happily back on the bottom, but could - like Tiggs - see being the top in the right situation.
My bf is a switch. I have no problem with his bottoming... as long as I don't have to have anything to do with it. Don't wanna see it, don't wanna hear it. Just can't deal with it; I have my own image of him, and that particular image doesn't compute. -- Erica
I don't enjoy seeing women spanking men; I wonder why that is?
OT rant: Well, when I saw a clip on YouTube of an old Walter Huston movie (1938) titled 'Taken to the woodshed' I was pretty happy. What a rip-off, all build-up and no pay-off. First, the old coot sends the son to Fetch The Strap . . . oooh. It's a big thing, too, one of those old movie razor strops. As they head out the kitchen door he gives it a menacing test snap. Momma watches them cross the yard anxiously, hands clasped to her bosom. Outside the barn (not a woodshed; our first clue that this is a dud) the little reprobate is given one last chance to recant, or else . . .! No? Okay then.
The sternly resigned father enters the barn door behind the kid (no chance to bolt and avoid the fearsome ordeal ahead!) The door is shut. A sturdy barrell dragged front and center. He sits on it, the kid goes over his lap, he draws back the wicked strap and then . . . . .tosses it aside in favour of a hand spanking. Oh, well, it's better than nothing. I guess. He bring his hand down but a nanosecond before it connects with the miscreant's little still-britchered rump, the camera pans right to a horse in a stall. The horse is neighing and stomping in profound agitation. The camera stays on the horse, who I'll admit is acting his hooves off. Sure, we hear six sedate little swats. But that camera stays on the freaking horse throughout. Pans back just after the last swat. Grr. I hated scenes like that as a kid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze60zrL3vgI
But how would other movie buffs feel if, in a WW2 drama about D-Day for example, we saw days of tense preparation and strategic planning, then thousands of allied troops rowed or parachuted onto the beach at Normandy. And then they all sat down and played cards with the Japanese forces. ("Fire up the hibachi and let's see which beef is really the tastiest, Kobe or Angus." "Oh, you brought sake, too. Aww, you're the best, Hishoku!")
Or a gangster movie where a sneering Cagney whips out a machine gun, points it at George Raft, and then says,"Oh, is that picture on the wall behind you your new grandson? What a cutie! You know, I bet we have a lot of things in common. What say we grab a bagel and chat?"
Sound ridiculous? It's no different than that Huston scene.
• Yes, it’s true… • My husband SPANKS me! 🔥 • Bare bottom spankings hurt a lot • But I know I deserve every stinging swat • We make our spanking fantasies reality • I am a bad girl who earns harsh discipline • I receive frequent attitude adjustments • We 🤍 formal corporal punishment rituals • I fully consent and willingly participate • His thick hardwood paddle reads "BONNIE" • It hangs on our wall as a constant reminder • When I am naughty, he swings that paddle • I lift my hem to expose my ample cheeks • I assume my position facedown over his lap • He loves when I'm still pink from last time • He whacks my butt until it is red and sore • The impact of wood against skin shocks me • This is not play. My spankings are very real • When he is done, I am humble and contrite • I display my blazing backside in the corner • I blush with embarrassment at both ends • Photos and videos document my discomfort • Even when it is painful to sit, I still smile • Punishment spankings are my #1 turn-on • I feel grateful as I rub my throbbing behind
6 comments :
Bonnie,
No way. Ron and I are happy in the roles we have chosen. He doesn't want to be spanked and I have no desire to do so.
Hugs,
Hermione
Negative, not in this life with this wife! She is a Taurus, nick named herself Bad Ass! Natural born leader, and kinks. Neither had played with spanking or serious before meetings. When she started to spank during love making, it all just seemed to follow a pre determined path to where we are now. Complete Bliss!
Sure we switch, but not nearly as often as I'd like. I could DEFINITELY be the dominant in a relationship... but, too bad for me that I am in a HAPPY marriage with an alpha male who loves to wield the spanking toys and the power!
Tried it a couple of times at her request. She did not like the experience at all. I'm happily back on the bottom, but could - like Tiggs - see being the top in the right situation.
My bf is a switch. I have no problem with his bottoming... as long as I don't have to have anything to do with it. Don't wanna see it, don't wanna hear it. Just can't deal with it; I have my own image of him, and that particular image doesn't compute. -- Erica
I don't enjoy seeing women spanking men; I wonder why that is?
OT rant:
Well, when I saw a clip on YouTube of an old Walter Huston movie (1938) titled 'Taken to the woodshed' I was pretty happy. What a rip-off, all build-up and no pay-off. First, the old coot sends the son to Fetch The Strap . . . oooh. It's a big thing, too, one of those old movie razor strops. As they head out the kitchen door he gives it a menacing test snap. Momma watches them cross the yard anxiously, hands clasped to her bosom. Outside the barn (not a woodshed; our first clue that this is a dud) the little reprobate is given one last chance to recant, or else . . .! No? Okay then.
The sternly resigned father enters the barn door behind the kid (no chance to bolt and avoid the fearsome ordeal ahead!) The door is shut. A sturdy barrell dragged front and center. He sits on it, the kid goes over his lap, he draws back the wicked strap and then . . . . .tosses it aside in favour of a hand spanking. Oh, well, it's better than nothing. I guess. He bring his hand down but a nanosecond before it connects with the miscreant's little still-britchered rump, the camera pans right to a horse in a stall. The horse is neighing and stomping in profound agitation. The camera stays on the horse, who I'll admit is acting his hooves off. Sure, we hear six sedate little swats. But that camera stays on the freaking horse throughout. Pans back just after the last swat. Grr. I hated scenes like that as a kid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze60zrL3vgI
But how would other movie buffs feel if, in a WW2 drama about D-Day for example, we saw days of tense preparation and strategic planning, then thousands of allied troops rowed or parachuted onto the beach at Normandy.
And then they all sat down and played cards with the Japanese forces. ("Fire up the hibachi and let's see which beef is really the tastiest, Kobe or Angus."
"Oh, you brought sake, too. Aww, you're the best, Hishoku!")
Or a gangster movie where a sneering Cagney whips out a machine gun, points it at George Raft, and then says,"Oh, is that picture on the wall behind you your new grandson? What a cutie! You know, I bet we have a lot of things in common. What say we grab a bagel and chat?"
Sound ridiculous? It's no different than that Huston scene.
~MissyH
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