A few nice pictures and a video

Just a few nice images today and I have placed a new video in the list in the box on the left - it's the one about 48 strokes.

For me the video works on two levels - I like the schoolgirl scene but also, in my head, I can picture myself wearing those panties and taking the strokes of  that prefect's cane.


 PS - I hardly ever get beyond stroke 14 before coming.

Meritoriously whipped - waiting

 My wife had gone downstairs for a drink and I was listening out for her footsteps trying to gauge if I could stand up and stretch without getting caught. I was sore in the bottom and throbbing in my genitals and the backs of my legs were aching. 










I decided not to risk moving. I tried relaxation to pass the time. First I thought of my toes, wiggled them and relaxed them, Then my ankles, wiggle and relax, then my calf muscles. You get the picture. I hardly noticed the time passing. When I had reached my shoulders and started to relax my neck muscles my wife returned and slapped me across the bottom with her hand.

When I was downstairs I was thinking of letting you off any more punishment. What do you think?

I think you decided not to do that Ma’am

That’s the right answer. I am going to cane you thirty times but I am going to do that tomorrow. Right now I want you to make me come. That glass of wine has made me  nice and mellow. Stay where you are until I call you over.

By twisting my head slightly I could see her taking off her clothes. I could see her legs and ankles as she sat on the bed and I heard the bedside drawer open. A few seconds later she had swung her legs onto the bed and I heard the buzz of the vibrator.

Come here bad boy.

I stood up and stretched my muscles. My erection waved in front as I made my way to the bed.

Stand there and wank. 

I pumped my still sore prick into action and she put her hand out to squeeze my balls tightly.

Who is in charge here?

You are Ma'am.

And you had better not forget it.

No Ma'am, thank you for punishing me Ma'am. 

Before I got to come she pulled me down into her thighs and I began to  lick her cunt vigorously whilst she held my head between her hands my head telling me not to stop, for god's sake don't stop.

Meritoriously whipped - pain, pleasure, pain

I was being punished for talking politics at a Christmas party and for expounding my right wing views. 

Right then I was wishing that I had talked about the weather or shopping or something. My penis had been caned by the rod end  of the riding crop and I was  staring down at six short red lines across the tight skin on my prick. My wife smirked as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other trying to maintain my balance with my hips as high as I could get them  and my perineum pressed to the chairback.

Lift your prick out the way. I want to reach your balls.

I said that I could not hold my balance if I took my hands off the chair back as I was already on my tip toes. My wife laughed and came to stand close by my side. I felt her thigh brush mine and my penis stiffened a bit more as her left hand reached under my cock to squeeze my balls hard. She lifted them free as I pushed upwards to release them.

Step back from the chair and then spread your legs wide and bend over, like a naughty schoolboy.

I stepped away from the chair. I thought I knew what was about to happen as I parted my thighs and rested my palms on my knees, staring down at my sore prick.

Slowly with exquisite patience my wife traced the tab of the crop up and around my inner thighs,my bumhole and the backs of my thighs. I wiggled my whole body in keen excitement trying to encourage her to keep on doing what she was doing. I could have stayed like that all night as the crop tickled and caressed me.

After a minute or two of pleasuring me she ran the tab between my legs and under my balls and with a quick flick of the wrist she slapped the tab hard into the testicles. I caught my breath and absorbed the pain. She slapped again harder this time and then in rapid strokes be must have spanked my balls ten times. The pain was intense she hadn’t done this so hard ever. On previous occasions she had spanked once and paused and then spanked again and paused. Now it seemed for the first time she really wanted to punish me.

 I focused my mind on the erotic side of what was happening, trying to capture subspace in my head whilst concentrating on my submission.

She slapped my testicles another ten times and I dragged an image into my head of my wife wearing leather trousers or maybe a latex bodysuit and me as a much younger man being thrashed by this dominatrix. It worked for a while and I managed to absorb the pain. 

Then she really smacked me with a sharp upwards stroke. I cried out "no ma’am ", "stop ma’am". 

This wasn’t our safe word but it was a plea from my heart. She ignored me. I was breaking out in a sweat holding my position, head down watching the tab smack against the tender skin. Enough, enough, I kept thinking as she continued the punishment. I figured she was trying to break me and she was close to doing so. I yelped and moaned and finally, surprisingly, she stopped. No more slaps against my painful swollen balls.

 I am sorry Mistress. Truly sorry. I won’t let you down again Mistress.

She whipped the crop hard with three strokes across my shoulders. She had never flogged me there before.

Stay like you are. I am going to get a drink. I don’t think I have ever got so much satisfaction out of whipping you and I want to enjoy this some more.

I brought my legs together to make it easier to lock my knees and stay bent over. I waited and waited. 

Meritoriously whipped - the punishment starts

My wife tried out a few test strokes with the crop, zipping it through the air behind me to worry me and then laying the crop across both cheeks to show me where she was going to strike first. With quick movements she gave me the first five strokes all landing in the same place and I howled with surprise and pain.

Do be quiet or I will start again.

I went back on to tip toes to arch my bottom and the next five strokes were delivered just as speedily under the curve of my cheeks at the top of my legs. I kicked one leg up and she whacked the back of my calf to make me put it down again.

She carefully rolled the end of the crop up and down my bottom and I felt the pleasure of my predicament one more time. Then five more strokes and I jumped again with the pain. More gentle taps on the insides of my legs and whack, whack, whack, whack, whack. I moaned as I began to absorb the pain and crave more. I was shooting into sub space.

After twenty five strokes she stopped and I rested over the back of the chair, breathing deeply to slow my heartbeat.

Stand and rest your cock over the back of the chair.

I levered myself up, with the muscles in bottom aching from the beating and kicked off my pants that had fallen to my ankles. This was a new position she had come up with. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant. I was worried about what was coming next but wanted to show her I was totally submissive and sorry for my behaviour at that party the other night.

I raised my hips behind the chair and she pulled my balls and penis up and over the top of the chairback, which sloped slightly towards the seat. 

To maintain my balance on my toes I needed to push down with palms on the top pf the chairback. My calf and thigh muscles were straining and taught but I felt that I could hold the position comfortably if I kept my weight off my perineum which was pressed down against the chair top. 

I looked down at my shaved prick and balls which I had to admit looked very exposed. My penis was horizontal and at about half stiffness. The blood flow was restricted so try as I might I could not get it to go vertically erect. 

My wife was obviously enjoying inflicting the punishment. . She stood to my side and ran the tip of the crop over my thighs and along my prick. Then with a quick flick of her wrist she lashed the tab against my prick. As the pain shot through to my brain I lurched forward in surprise. Then again and again she cropped me on the cock and I watched as each short weal appeared on my tender skin. 

Meritoriously whipped - the preparation

My wife came into the bedroom where I stood, in just my pants, waiting for her.

Turn to face me!

I swivelled round and she plunged one hand into the front of my pants and gripped my balls tightly.

Look at me!

Slowly she squeezed her grip and her long fingernails penetrated  the soft skin of my scrotum. I screwed up my face in pain as I stared into her steely eyes.

Have you washed ?

This morning Ma,am.

Well that’s not good enough. I have to look at your bare bum so go wash your ass now.

She released her grip and I went to the bathroom

When I returned she was sat on the bed twirling the crop in her hands.

Assume the position.

I bent over the chair and spread my legs. My stiff cock was tortured by the wood frame of the chair back.

I think you know why you’re here and your going to get fifty strokes. I have told you time and again that people don’t want to hear your views on politics.

No Ma’am. I mean yes Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am.

I don’t want you to make any noise. Count the strokes in your head if you can and tell me when you have had fifty.  If I think your bottom is sore enough I will stop.

She reached down with one hand to unhook pants over my stiff penis. She squeezed my balls again and then pulled the pants down my thighs in a see-saw motion. I lifted myself on tip-toe and presented my bottom for a well deserved punishment. 

The tip of the crop ran up and down the insides of my legs as she teased me with the pleasure of the feel of the leather. Looking at her in the mirror I saw the crop being raised to shoulder level.

Meritoriously cropped - setting the scene

I was whipped on the bottom, balls and cock yesterday as punishment for my behaviour at a Christmas party on Sunday. I had overstepped the mark by expressing my right wing views and my wife had overheard me. She gave me the look  from where she was standing, the cease and desist look, so I lowered my tone a bit but I did not stop my discourse entirely.for another five minutes or so.

She was mad at me on the way home and the dark mood continued until the next morning.








At about 11 am she sent me upstairs telling me to strip to my pants and get the riding whip out the chest. This is no ordinary riding crop but rather a fully fledged leather punishment whip with a long split tab. It can be used for play but it  is designed to inflict pain when used with vigour.

I removed my clothes, placed the chair in front of the mirror, knowing that I would be stretched over the back of it hands on the seat in a short while, and then I stood with my hands on my head waiting for the footsteps on the landing. 

Christmas Greetings

Merry Christmas one and all and I hope you get the spankings you wish for, whichever way you play.

A Christmas cracker

My wonderful wife gave me a cracking spanking and a maintenance caning on Saturday. She said it was to set me up for Christmas since, with people in the house starting Monday, she would not be able to deal with any naughty behaviour until after Boxing Day.(12/26)

It began when I took her tea into the bedroom. She was sat up and the bathbrush was lying on the sheet by her side. My tummy churned with anticipation as I stared at the instrument whilst I placed the teacup on her nightstand.

She pulled my pj bottoms down and told me to kneel on the floor with my bottom in the air. I dropped into position in front of her as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She explained why I was being punished and told me to count the strokes. The spanking was ferocious but the glow she induced in my bare bottom was amazing.
When she got to twenty evenly spaced whacks the spanking stopped.

Get up and get dressed and start your chores, she commanded.
Bring the brush to me every two hours and you will get the same thing all over again.

You can wear your punishment panties  and tonight you will get the butt plug before we go out and a caning afterwards.




















I skipped off happily. She was as good as her word  and I had a hot bot all day.
I ended up sucking her cunt that night, sporting a very striped bottom.

Merry Christmas and I hope you have a good time.

My first time at rimming

Rimming my wife - the first time.

Over the years I have spent hours, maybe even a total of days and weeks, with my head locked between the thighs of the girlfriend who later became my wife. 

With my attention always focused closely on the soft lips of her cunt, I became experienced at bringing her to orgasm either quickly or slowly depending her guidance. She controlled the pace with light taps on my head for greater speed. By holding my head  in her hands and pulling inwards  for greater pressure and out for less she speeds up or slows down her reactions.. My head is there a bit like a joystick in her hands moving my licking tongue left bit, right a bit, in a bit, faster or slower





Cunnilingus was everything for most of our married life. Whenever I attempted to slip my tongue along her perineum back towards her anus  I was always pushed away.

I had suggested anal penetration of her a few times but that was also a no-no. She was however very gracious and giving on a few occasions and used a vibrator wrapped in a condom and fucked my ass. Looking back I guess this was when she was trying to conceive our second child and she was particularly cooperative with role play, spankings and fancy outfits, all designed to maximise my interest and endeavours in the fucking and procreation game.

Roll forward a few years and we had been married maybe 15 years. We had explored ust about every sexual activity and position. Cunnilingus is and was her favourite way of getting to orgasm and penetration with my penis in her vagina has slipped away in recent years. Now I am happy with a spanking and the opportunity to wank in front of her.. 

My mind goes back to bombshell day on or around the 15 year point of our marriage. . We had been at a Sunday lunch party and my wife had a little bit too much to drink. There were no children at home. I forget where they were but I recall they were staying away. Maybe they were at friends.  We got home and the afternoon was still warm so we went upstairs to get out of our smart clothes. My wife lay down on the bed in just her bar and pants. She was inviting some action so I grabbed a tube of body lotion from the bathroom and sat at the end of the bed to begin a foot massage. There were positive comments from her and she pushed herself off the bed. Wait while I wash, she said, and scampered into the bathroom.I stripped off to my pants and sat and waited. 
She mae back smelling sweetly and wearing nothing. Lying on her back  I worked away on each foot for five minutes or so. Then I started to massage farther up to her knees and she moaned with and rolled over onto her front. She pulled one leg up beside her and oped her thighs in so doing. I figured I was being invited for cunnilingus so I put the body lotion down and knelt on the bed behind her. I ran my tongue up the inside of one thigh and down the other. I kept doing this slowly getting higher in between her legs and closer to her cunt. After a few seconds she shifted her hips and raised her bottom slightly. I was puzzled but excited. Was this an invitation? I started  a run along the thigh kissing and licking with trepidation and ended with my tongue gently flicking the side of her bum hole. There was no preemptive movement, no closing of her thighs that I might have expected. I repeated the run along her thigh and this time I let my tongue linger over the pink hole. I kissed it gently and inserted the tip of my tongue and waited. Her bottom did not move.Neither did I.

 I was nearly frozen with excitement and anticipation. I pushed my chin further in to the gap and licked the forward edge of her perineum. She groaned and I moved my tongue to the outer slit of her vagina. More flicking of my tongue and I came back to her pink hole. I licked there and repeated the action of liking up to her cunt. She nudged her bottom slightly higher  and I almost cried out allelulia. I was there, I was near the holy grail, her tight little bum hole.. I shifted on to my knees and began my anal odessey.  . 



To get more comfortable I rolled over onto my side and she followed the movement, shifting her  bottom towards my face.. She pushed one knee higher up the bed and that left a delightful shelf of her other thigh on which to rest my head. I still needed to apply myself forcefully and to push my face well into the crack of her bottom, but now it was all a lot more relaxed  and I could take my time.

We were both silent. I didn't want to break the spell with murmurings or groaning and I just applied myself to the task.I forced my tongue deeper into her hole and licked for all I was worth. I was rewarded by little movements of her ass indicating that I was giving her pleasure, as I coiled and uncoiled my tongue from the opening. The skin was harder than the lips of her vagina and I found myself being a little bit rougher with my tongue that I am with her cunt and that seemed to suit her mood. I felt that  wanted to eat and nibble at her ring.

Little by little she encouraged  my tongue to go deeper. Whenever I tired or I ran short of breath I came out of position slightly into fresher airspace and licked the soft skin of her perineum all the way to her vaginal slit. I couldn't get any further with my tongue into her cunt and even if I could have I would not have been able to eventually reach her clit so I just enjoyed giving her a slight variation on the licking place and then went back to ass fucking with my tongue.

After half an hour or so with both of us lying there in peace, me in seventh heaven of submission and her in total dominance of my every movement allowing me access to her special place, she closed her thighs together slowly and the gate became locked.

The silky smooth butt licking adventure was over and I did not know if it would ever happen again. I was a happy man.

The holiday season is close

Hello everyone
I hope you are all preparing for the holiday season,
Sorry I have not written very much on the blog this year.

This image caught my eye for some  obscure reason.