I was always a 50/50 switch. It made no difference to us who went first. It was going to be fun. It evolved that it worked best for her if she was spanked first as I was not completely rev beyond red line by being paddled first and I could take my time with her and paddle her as she liked it. Mistress Ice and She-Male Mistress Tanya have a fully equipped mirrored dungeon to train slaves together or separately. He was nervous, but concealed it well. “So, why are you here?” she queried. “I believe you know why” he said, trying to seem stern. “Of course I do, but I enjoy hearing you tell me.” She stood close to his chair, and looked down at him, smirking. “It’s my birthday.” “And…” she prompted.

Last Fall, my interest in being paddled fell to zero overnight. Leukemia? Who knows. But it’s the reason I now post so few pictures of men being spanked. asking for a spanking Bedroom Submission Callipygous Commentary Dressed For Spanking erotic spanking F/M paddling Flashing foolishness Highly Spankable lingerie Love Our Lurkers Day Memories Men in Panties Paddles paddling panties Political Commentary Potpourri Schoolgirl paddlings school paddlings spanked in panties spanking spanking bench Spanking Parties Stories switching Uncategorized White Panties wtf Archives I have shared before that Leukemia has caused a lot of changes in my life. Little things like I had a glass of apple juice every morning when I got up for decades. Suddenly, the taste of apple juice was most unappealing. Several other foods were out. wave of a thousand colors swept over him as he bowed his head and resumed his punishment position. “Yes, Mistress. Paddle me. Discipline me. Use me for your pleasure. I submit to you.” On an equally down thought. I have noted two long-time commenters have been missing for months. I know one of them has had health issues. In the cyber world people pass and we never know. Reminds me of a few lines of an Emmylou song “Red Dirt Girl”.Adm note: I am going to start taking a drug for my Leukemia today. It’s toxic. It may or may not put me “in the ditch” for a time. So if OBB goes silent for a time that’s why. She stepped near him again and stroked his cheek. Then she gave him a deep long kiss, reminding him why he would thrill to submit to her. Now I want you to put your hands on my desk and bend over. Spread those feet apart.” Pants around his ankles he obeyed her. She reached between his legs and handled his balls and pressed his asshole. “You’re mine, to do with as I please. Do you understand that?” “Yes Mistress” he answered hoarsely. I tripped over this story last month and thought to post on my birthday. It’s another by Divine Miss E. This one is different from the others. It shows that a bottom can imagine how she would top. It never happened. Submission was never my cup of tea, First published 1998. A reader sent me this one of my GF. She knows exactly the effect she is having on me by flashing her thigh. She plans to have me in a high state of arousal before her strap is employed.

Yes, that’s right. And you know what? I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. Can you even begin to imagine how much pleasure it will give me to see you brace yourself for the next blow? To see your ass turn red as fire??” Kaelah wrote a most informative article on the reasons Why Are Some Women Reluctant To Spank Men? I found a link to it and decided to bring it to life again as it was at the core of why I started OBB.Eight, count em, eight pictures of men being paddled by women. You may have seen them all before. They all still work for me. Judging by the number of comments on Wednesday’s F/M post, more are desired. OK, here is another round. She handed him the paddle and then excused herself. He could hear her at the desk out front, making calls, arranging the rest of her week. The paddle felt heavy in his hands. He feared it. How different this was. Before, he was the one feeling masterful, in control, powerful. Today he felt unsure, giddy, excited. What would happen? How severe would she be? He knew she would show no mercy. He knew she would take him far down a dark path. Would he be able to let go and fall into the abyss of submission? Of complete pleasure and safety? It’s been a long time since I have published any F/M images. That was not the way until the last two years. Leukemia changed me in large and small ways. For instance, I started every day from early marriage until 2021 with a large slug Martinelli’s apple juice. Suddenly, the taste of apple juice was repugnant. The new morning beverage was OJ.