Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches...
I love intelligent, sexy girls who won't behave themselves. I like brats. Brats to be spanked and scolded, then kissed all better after.
My blog will reflect this, along with a penchant for girls in socks, girls with tattoos, girls wearing converse....
The list goes on.
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A man sits comfortably on a hardbacked wooden chair in his office.
On his desk, neatly folded, is a pleated hockey skirt, a polo top in the college’s colours, a sports bra and a pair of lycra shorts.
Lying across the man’s lap is a girl, her wrists pinned easily into the small of her back by a big, warm hand.
His other hand is busy, administering something she has had coming for a while now…
Her naked skin is in contrast to his charcoal suit. Her dark blue knee socks and trainers, her only vestige of clothing, kick frantically as his right hand delivers one thunderclap after another to her pert, shelf-like bottom.
The spanking has been going on for twenty minutes now, on and off. Occasionally he pauses, to deliver another little homily about her behaviour, giving him time to appreciate the glow in his palm and the bright red glow of the skin on her bottom.
Time as well to appreciate said bottom, his hand smoothing the heat through the skin, massaging.
Then back to it, hard, meaty smacks that cause her cheeks to bounce and splay, giving him peeks of her most private of areas, her pert cunt and her puckering arsehole.
She is aware only of the burn in her bottom and her face, until she becomes more acutely aware of the growing bulge under her belly, as his appreciation of her form grows with every slap.
The tears come now, running down her burning cheeks, as she lies, tamed, across his knee. No more kicking and wriggling, just acceptance of her position and fate. She knows she deserves it - and with the tears come relief and release.
His hand once more smoothing her bottom, his fingers a little more adventurous, teasing.
“Into the corner, hands on head, until I say otherwise”
She stands as ordered, nose against the wall, still sniffling, her glowing red bottom lighting up the corner of the room. With the humiliation of standing there in only her socks, her beaten bottom on display, comes other feelings. An undeniable throb ‘down there’ which needs to be addressed, and soon.
He sits in his chair admiring her, his cock straining at his pants. He muses about what should come next as he slowly fingers her cotton panties, still warm in his pocket.
be careful what you wish for.
At last, at long last, it was over. The hairbrush was finally still, and I lay limply across his knee, gasping for breath between my sobs. A pause. And then, softly; “Have I made my point, Emily?” I gasped out a “Y … yes … s… sir”. Another pause, and then “And am I going to have any more trouble with you?” I shook my head fervently.
“Good. Then you may get up. Leave your knickers where they are, stand up, and turn to face me.”
I did as I was told, thinking, as I did so, that it is impossible for a freshly-spanked, tearful girl, dressed only in her bra and socks and with her knickers around her ankles, to retain any semblance of dignity whilst scrambling off a man’s knee and getting to her feet. I stood before him, trying to bring my sobbing under control.
“Naughty girl, Emily”.
It wasn’t a question. I nodded in shame. “I … I’m really, really s… sorry s… sir. It won’t … it won’t happen again. I’ll be … a good girl now”. This, I knew from bitter experience, was what he wanted to hear. Apologies and promises to be a better girl.
He nodded grimly. ”Very well, Emily. Let’s hope so - for your sake. Now, into the corner, please. Hands on your head. Think about what you’ve done, and how you’ve been punished. I’ll let you know when you can go to bed.”
Anonymous Asks:
mercurycitymeltdown Said:
I know, I’m sorry.
Haven’t been feeling creative in a Tumblr way for a long time.
Still daydreaming about having a hapless girl under my stern hand; her knickers warm in my pocket as she kneels, red faced and red assed, trying to prove what a good girl she really can be. Hands behind her back, naked, as her eyes plead with me to allow the throbbing head of my oozing cock between her pretty, pouty lips….
Did I say naked? Perhaps I forgot the socks and converse…
Hmm. I miss Tumblr.
….ticking every box I have.
(via musingsandmischief)
girls in football socks.
I can’t even begin to describe how I feel about girls in football socks.
some men like stockings, heels, lipstick….. I understand completely.
but girls in football socks just….do it for me.
I guess that makes me a bit weird, but hey, fuck it, whatever :D
(via girlsinsocks)
I might have her remove her jeans or skirt
but I always take down her knickers myself.
Yanking them down is sometimes the best!
Not my usual kind of post, but a random sexy amateur (?) clip I enjoyed.
And fellow sock lovers might be surprised and delighted at the end of the vid too :)
(via malesubforpain)
watching the women’s football on the olympics the other night and fantasising that their kits should be ‘downsized’ somewhat.
this picture represents exactly what I was thinking…
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(via libbythelibertine)
It is amazing to me the effect of putting a girl in the corner after punishment.
Girls I have put in the corner or against the wall have, in my experience, calmed down very quickly following the hysterics of a humiliating and vigorous spanking.
I guess they have time to luxuriate in the glow of their bottom, the hard work finally over. Perhaps it is the guilt lifted from them, latent or otherwise.
I, on the other hand, just like to have a naked and well-beaten girl in the corner.
A girl that now knows to do exactly as she’s told.
And there are always plenty of instructions for her to follow when I finally let her back into the room.
Corner time can make you feel very, very small…
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