I think spanking will always be one of my core interests, so when someone hopes for me to make that the focus of our time together, I am always more than happy to oblige.
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The other day, I had a pet come to my dungeon at an absolutely perfect time; having construction done on my home, I was feeling a bit on edge – I needed some release! A familiar face and an eager masochistic spankophile was the perfect cure to my frustration. I counted the hours before his arrival, almost like waiting for a long anticipated movie to start after a painfully drawn out string of previews, I found myself pacing around the dungeon, glancing far too frequently at the clock until his fateful knock on my door.
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His eyes were bright and joyful as he walked through my foyer, a bag full of goodies clutched tightly in his hand, he sat down, ready to offer me a nice long preamble to what was in the bag – a clever tactic I now realize was meant to slightly delay his over the knee treatment.
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He knows my tastes well, specific as they are, he shared his excitement in coming across an item for the dungeon while he was out in an antique shop. I’ve always personally been fond of ‘real’ items – while I’d never have one in my studio, I’m fascinated by medieval torture devices, vintage medical instruments and other devices of archaic experimentation or punishment. He knowingly pulled out something that sent shivers down my spine – a perfectly appropriate tribute.
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A *real* fraternity paddle….dated 1946 (the year Rickman and Bowie were born)
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Naturally, we broke it in with style, mixing between some classic hand spanking, a strict caning, a dose of my personal hairbrush and another treat he brought with him for my pleasure – this board of correction!
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It’s probably very clear from the photos, but we had an absolutely amazing afternoon – locked gleefully inside my dark and delightful dungeon, sharing our favorite common kink while time seemed to stand still in a flow of photos, whispers, smacks and moans.
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There’s something intangibly gratifying about the sound of a well placed swat, the echo of the impact bouncing off the walls or the hopefully flinches of a restrained man eagerly attempting to anticipate and out maneuver the next forceful contact. What about it makes my heart flutter so wildly? I may never know…but as long as I continue to have such perfectly willing companions at my disposal – I will never have to overthink it.
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As an aside, I posted some NSFW video clips of this appointment via my vine feed.
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