Corner Time Blackjack

While I was out rooting around and playing in oil, I discovered this nifty set of rules for a game Poppy calls Corner Time Blackjack. Basically, what to do when you’re nose-in-corner and want some more emphatically negative attention:

As you know Black Jack is a game where one must get cards as close as possible to twenty one without going over, if you go over you go bust or in other words, you lose.

Your first job is to pick a number – I suggest go low. Let us imagine you pick “three.”

You must now try to get three warnings of admonishments without further sanction. Threats of sanctions do not count. Here is an insight into how the game may be played.

Innocent girl (henceforth to be known as IG) is in the corner, in position, hands behind her back, skirt tucked up, knickers at mid thigh, and nose in the corner.

Nefarious man (henceforth to be known as NM) is sitting elsewhere in the room, maybe at his computer or pinning butterflies to a board.

IG cannot see NM for obvious reasons. Sometimes NM may glance at her but she will not know when that is.

IG has picked a number, in this case, as discussed earlier she has picked three.

Slowly she allows her skirt to creep down her legs. She does this tiny bit at a time, no great drop, or obvious change. She must be aiming for not being caught because if she lacks subtlety in her ingenious game then her bottom is forfeit. I did not warn you that the stakes are high but indeed they are…

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That Can Be Arranged

Some requests are hard to satisfy, but this one is easy:

spank me written on her butt

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The Inner States Of A Spankee

What’s really going through her mind during a spanking? In most cases, it’s hard to know. But MynxGrrl has provided a handy translation guide. Its general applicability is uncertain, but with good data like this, progress in the field can be made:

What you see: Lots of squirming and maybe even my trying to worm away and off your lap.
What I’m thinking: Grab me tighter!

What you hear: Ow, ow, please stop!
What I’m thinking: Ow, mmm, ow, please don’t stop!!!

What you do: Hook a finger in the waistband of my knickers.
What I say: Noooooooooooooo! Please don’t!
What I mean: Fuck, I hope I didn’t soak through them. I hope there is no visible wetness. That’s even more embarrassing *cunt twitch*

How To Not Waste Your Gym Membership

Anybody who’s ever paid for a membership in a gym knows how they take your money. They sign you up for a nice long membership when your intentions are good, and then they bill you every month whether you ever show up at their facility, or not. And you, despite your best intentions, eventually (sooner or later, and too often it’s “sooner”) encounter complications … because what is life without a swarm of besetting complications? And before you know it, you’re paying a fat bill every month for … nothing. And most people keep paying out of guilt, because they “mean to” get back to it. They take personal responsibility for the economic loss, and don’t think to blame the folks who deliberately set up a business model that’s designed around preying on the complexities and setbacks of modern life.

No matter. I think @eltercerojo has hit upon a way to make this model work for her:

At my request (dear god!) so I stop wasting $49pm, @paulatnorthgare has promised me 49 cane strokes any week I don’t get to the gym 3X.

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There’s More Than One Way…

…to keep a girl quiet during her riding crop spanking! As Pandora Blake knows:

She took them very well, kneeling with bottom nicely presented while she gripped the headboard of my bed. I enjoy her reactions – not a lot of noise and fuss, but some lovely wriggling and grimacing as she processes the pain. As we were on about number four, D knocked on the bedroom door and ended up watching me give the final two.

Afterwards I had the pleasure of seeing her take her jeans down and reveal the results of my labours. The stripes were lovely – as was the confidence boost of knowing I’d judged the strength about right even through her jeans.

I invited D to take over, but he had other ideas… which kept Jacq’s mouth full and left her bottom available to me. I wasn’t complaining. I took the opportunity to distract her in several ways, one of which involved swapping to the heavier crop.

Spanky The Bear

If you’ve ever been on the wrong side of a rapidly-advancing wildfire, you’ll know that

  1. It’s no laughing matter; and
  2. The people who set wildfires don’t get punished nearly enough, even when they go to prison.

Old Smokey, though, he understands!

spankings for starting fires

Cropped from a cartoon by Wolfie.

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“Get In The Bedroom!”

Another recent Usenet find:

into the bedroom with her panties down

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