Happy Halloween

Tim had become  friendly with the nurse who had cared for his  Mother in her last years. They had frequently sat together in the large house, which had been his family home during childhood  and from which  his Mother had refused to move.

When he had gone to visit his frail parent, the 34 year old Sarah had often cooked him a meal  whilst he sat  going through papers and bills. He had paid Sarah from the generous legacy left over from his Father's business.

Once the death was all over and Tim had taken over what was left of the family monetary assets he had gone to clear the house out before selling it, Sarah had offered to help. He had given her many items of value that he had not wanted. 

She said that she had taken away a few things that his Mother had given her during her time working  at the house and she wanted Tim to know that they had not been stolen. He told her that was fine and he had no real interest in anything from the house and whatever she had taken she was welcome to.

It was a few years later that they came across each other in a shopping mall. They chatted and went for a coffee. Tim asked Sarah if she would like to go out ? You mean go out on a date? Yes, Tim said. Would tonight be OK?

You do know what night it is, Sarah asked.? I'm going to a party but you're welcome along. It's kind of a special group of friends. 

Later that night when Tim had taken her home he found out a lot more about Sarah's particular interests. 

Your Mother told me all about how she brought you up, Sarah confided over a nightcap, and how you nearly went off the rails when you got into the wrong crowd. 

She must have been psychic, because she said I should have that cane that was kept in the cupboard at your house and that it would come in useful one day. Shall I go get it?

Tim nodded. He could feel his Mother's presence in the room and he shivered as he took down his trousers and waited.

Love our Lurkers - Hermiones reminder - 18 November

It will be Love our Lurkers day on 18 November 2016, so if you are usually one of the silent readers then please add a  comment if you pass this way on the day.

Autumn already and short on time

Not had a lot of time for blogging so apologies all round. I will get out my pen very soon.

Hermione recently had a Sunday Brunch spot,  Hermiones Spanko Brunch about Tumblr where she asked which of us had set up a Tumblr spanking blog?

I have tried my hand at Tumblr over the last few months but it wasn't as much fun as blogging, since there isn't much feeling that you are talking to anybody. 

Here is one of my efforts, which is slightly off topic for me, since it involves peachy female bottoms. Le Cul d'Or

 I started a couple of FM sites on tumblr which are not that interesting at the moment, but if I develop them I will let you know.

New story added in top left hand corner widget.

Bye for now.

Quiet weekend

Not a lot to comment on about this weekend. I was working away on a project and arrived back late Saturday. Sunday was just a chores day and now it's back to the grind.

However, there was a mention from my Mistress and Wife that I should be around on Thursday, because she has a presentation to give out of the office and will be home early that afternoon. My spirits are lifted. 

Some afternoon delight on a wet October afternoon would be nice.

Secrets are everywhere behind closed doors

 Olga secret hug panties are also great for men it seems.

Some comment :

In spite of the name being somewhat reminiscent of a heavyset Austrian milk maid, Olga panties have sent more than one man who wears lingerie into fits of fan boy passion. Why? Because Olga produces some of the filmiest, floatiest lingerie you will ever see, that’s why. Olga panties feel like a satin cloud wrapped around your bottom and bits.





It is a long time since it became apparent in our marriage that I enjoyed wearing panties and my wife has had no problems with this fancy of mine.. 

Some twenty odd years ago, my wife had wrapped the fabric of her thong pants around my balls one night and pulled the material tight. I told her that I loved that feeling of submission. It wasn't long after that she experimented with making me actually wear a pair of  pair of thong panties, with my erection stood up in front of her, whilst she slapped my behind with a hairbrush.

We were already into her spanking and disciplining me by this time and she didn't bat an eyelid when I later on asked if I could wear knickers to work or when we were out socially.



I am supposed to wear my knickers only when I am authorised to do so by my wife. I have some daytime panties and a couple of pairs of red punishment panties and I keep them at the back of my underwear drawer, in a box.

Browsing the internet reassures me that I am not the only male with a desire to keep myself shaved, slip on some sexy women's under wear and get a spanking as a result. 

I don't do the bra bit but I do have a range of knickers and a tummy control girdle that she makes me wear when she wants me to look good at a function.





Buying panties for men on the web has become easier and it was fun to come across this video the other day. This boutique   Homme mystere   offers more than just a sexy thong that so many men's panty stores offer , but  silky full bottom pants and knickers. He and his partner certainly seem relaxed about their little secret and enjoy it.

I bought some new panties and suspenders the other day when my wife was away and fooled around spanking myself . The set remains hidden but maybe it's time to move them to my drawer and get found out.

I have recently added a Video gadget on the left hand column of this blog, to replace the Slideshow that was removed. So for the first video to be listed in this gadget, you can watch a chap indulging in more than just his panty wearing desires. 

Whatever your indulgence  I hope you have fun and if you end up getting caught, well that's something different to talk about over the dinner table.




And if you like girdle wearing girls take a romp now.

House duties

We  were both home early on Friday afternoon. We planned to eat at the pub, so that meant I could get on with yard clearing stuff before it got dark, which is a lot earlier than it used to be.

My wife was in the office area working on her pc. After we had a coffee break together and I was about to go outside again she told me to carry one of the dining room chairs upstairs to our bedroom, because she wanted to check something out. I had a feeling this might have repercussions for me.

When I got  the chair up her to the room and put it  down, she told me to move the blanket chest to one side away from the end of the bed. I pushed it up against the window.


Now put the chair down with the back facing the bed about two feet from the end.


I positioned the chair as she wanted.

OK you can go now. I have some thing I want to work on.

As I left the room I saw her opening her wardrobe. I had a pretty good idea what she was retrieving, but I knew better than to hang about.







At bedtime I went upstairs to find our long bolster folded over the back of the chair. (I think it's called a body pillow in the US).  There was no sign of anything else, but it was pretty clear what or who  that bolster was supposed to represent.

She lifted the pillow off the chair and gave me a smile. 

You can take the chair  downstairs now. I don't need it for the moment.

When I got back to the room she was lying face down on the bed with nothing on.



She parted  her legs and the invitation was clear. 

Time to show your submissive side, she said. You can kiss my ass and then show me a good time with your tongue, back and front.

It was a nice end to the week I thought as I knelt behind her. We slept well.

When the girls did not expose everything

Sometimes it just nice to reminisce about the bygone days of spanking mags.

Weekend finishes on a low.

I picked up my wife from the station late on Sunday afternoon. She had had a good time with her recently divorced friend.

At home she went off to shower and I followed, carrying her small case. As she took her clothes off she handed me the underwear she was wearing and told me to hand-wash those and the other tights, panties and bra which were in her case and to put her pj's and blouse in the laundry. 

I got on with these simple tasks. I savoured the feel of the silk garments she had worn.



After thirty minutes or so she was downstairs sipping a glass of wine and inspecting the jobs list and checking it off against what she could see.

I tried to distract her by asking how the weekend had gone and she said she would tell me later.

I went back upstairs and laid out the hand washed lingerie on a towel, to dry in the guest room. I noticed the riding crop lying on the top of the blanket chest on the landing. I was sure that I had put it away after using it on myself the day before. I stiffened in my trousers at the sight of it and wondered what might my wife had in mind.

Whilst I served dinner my wife commented on the fact that her bathroom had not been cleaned, despite the fact that it was on the list. I said that I hoped she found all the other jobs were well done but that I had not had time to do everything. She was surprised with my response and told me I was being cheeky. She reminded me that I was still due to caned severely as a punishment and she would give me extra strokes now for my disobedient attitude. 

After dinner she told me to put the riding crop away. Her intention had been to give me good boy whipping that night, but she said I had spoilt things by being uppity about the chores she had set.

I regretted my attitude but there was nothing to be done. I had spoken out and had to suffer the consequences. 

I tried to make up to her in bed but she rebutted my approaches. I got out of bed and went round to her side. Getting down on my knees I apologised profusely and asked her to kiss and make up. She told me to stand up and with her left hand she grabbed my balls through my pants and squeezed hard. 

Remember who you're talking to in future, young man. Now kiss my feet and get back into bed. I will use the new cane to get my message through to you.

I lifted the end of the bed cover and knelt again to kiss and smother her toes and feet with submissive love.

Back on my side of the bed I leaned over to kiss her goodnight. It is not good to go to sleep on a disagreement. 
Sorry my love I whispered. You will be. Now go to sleep and keep your hands off your dick.

Chores and badness

My wife went away for two days over the weekend to visit a  girl friend who has recently separated from her husband. Goodness only knows what they will talk about. 

I quite fancy the friend myself, not that I would ever willingly part from my wife and mistress. My wife left straight from work on Friday and is due home today.





 I was left with a long list of chores which not only included housework but some house repairs. On Saturday  I got up early and after a shower  I dressed in a pair of knickers and added a size 16 suspender belt and large stockings in their white bridal range, all of which I had bought from a superstore that I passed on the road after some work away. I didn't want to get spotted in the local store.  I was given a look at the checkout but I had added some gift wrap and a box of chocolates so as to pass it off as a present.



The tightness of the underwear was delicious and after I had looked at myself in the mirror I went to the toy chest and pulled out the paddle with the wide round head and gave myself a dozen stingers on each cheek. That got me sharpened up and then it was into my jeans and a T shirt and on with the chores. During the day I went back to the bedroom three or four times, lowered my trousers and spanked myself hard in front of the mirror.





In the evening I showered again and put on fresh silk panties and some tights and went out for a beer at the local pub. It was enjoyable knowing what the people at the bar did not know and probably would never have guessed. 

Back home I got the long red whip out of the cupboard and stood by the side of the bed watching a Spanking tube video with my cock in my hand. I included orgasm control in my activity and replayed the video  three or for times. I knew better than to come in case my wife checked on me when I got home.

 So now it is early Sunday and I need to start the chores. All the lingerie has been put in the wash and will have to be hidden well for another outing.

I wouldn't mind a proper spanking today for all my naughty behaviour so I might just engineer some unfinished job,