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Hi, I thought it may be an idea to share a little more about spankings I have been involved with both commercially and private play via this site and instead of just putting a few static paragraphs down I thought it would be more fluid to turn a blog live. The problem being I hate blogs, though I appreciate it can be an ever-evolving stream of information for those who would like to look deeper.  Times and dates are somewhat vague now but I hope it will offer some sort of guide about what has happened along the way so far…


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Heather

Whilst out for the night at a local pub I found an ex girlfriend confessed my suspicions she had been cheating on me. I did the usual thing and basically called her all the names under the sun and we were through. I was furious and she was crying, we made the peace and continued through a useless conversation for the rest of the night. In the end before we left the pub I think I made a comment it’s a shame I cant just spank you and put it all behind us and start again she replied something to the effect yes it is. We left the pub hoped in my car so drop her back at her parent’s house. It was about 10ish at night a few people wandering about and a few cars on the road. I took a small detour slammed my brakes on hopped out the car to her surprise then went around opened her door took her hand and just said “Come on” she followed I sat on a low wall just off the road then propelled her across my knee and spanked her over her skirt as she wailed, her skirt was yanked up but it was a style that had poppers down the side so the skirt just came off I continued to spank her not hard and fast but controlled hard single spanks over her petticoat, this with difficulty came up where I was greeted by stockings and suspenders and white panties and a wonderfully red bottom showing through at this point she was shouting “you bastard”. The spanking stopped and she was sobbing but not struggling, just lying across my lap. The situation dawned on me that people were in fact walking up and down the street and amazingly just carried on as if nothing was wrong. I helped Jayne to her feet, hugged her and she was sobbing but smiling swell. I pulled my car off the road laid Jayne on the back seat and well made up in reality imp sure I didn’t spank more than twenty times but it seemed to go on forever. From that moment spanking and role-play became part of our life where she yearned to be taken across Sir’s knee for a good spanking…. until we parted company