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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Three things

Over the course of this week I have seen several issues or trends that have turned into more fuel for "Tribal Warfare" when they should be things anyone with a brain could agree on regardless of their party afiliation:

1: Acceptance of the political answer to the question that wasn't asked.
Remember the old joke about the teacher who asks a student, "if you have 5 apples and you eat 2, how many do you have left?" only to have the kid say, "I don't like apples so I wouldn't eat any." ? If you've been watching any press conferences, you probably have wondered if Sarah Huckabee Sanders was that kid.

Young Sarah

And while that would be an understandable reaction, the truth is you can see this evasion every day on every channel coming out of the mouths of people from every side who don't want to admit something unpleasant or answer something difficult.  And it isn't new. This tactic has been going on for decades or longer. 

And as citizens we accept this as a norm. Why? I would love to see interviewers who get an answer like this stop the interview and say, "until you answer the question I asked, we aren't going any further." and if the guest tries to fill the silent air time with anything other than an answer, they should be muted. AND it shouldn't matter WHO does it. And if it happens during a press conference, reporters should stick to a tactic of continuing to ask the same question, even if the press secretary moves to another person, until it is answered.

2: Allowing the President to accrue more autonomous executive power.
This too is NOT solely a "Trump Issue"! This started slowly under various presidents from both parties for decades, with the worst offenders being Clinton, Bush2, Obama, & now Trump. These folks, from BOTH parties slowly let the genie out of the bottle and now it's getting harder to stuff him back in.

Our Founding Fathers were careful to establish a government where, while the executive branch had the ability to make things happen, mainly in times of crisis when a quick decision needed to be made, most things required Congressional approval. After King George III, no one wanted another monarch. But we are heading that way.

One of the reasons this came about was the growing polarity in politics that made compromise and cooperation obsolete and replaced it with stubborn bi-partisan stonewalling. In order to get ANYTHING done, presidents began to use executive orders more frequently.........but it's a bad way to go. Which brings us to:

3: Civility
You have heard a LOT about this one lately, and I recently saw someone who agrees with my take on this.......but maybe for different reasons:

While I like a lot of what Noah says, I would like to take it a step further and say that public 'incivility' should encompass both sides. Folks with extreme views on the left should be just as apt to be publicly shamed as those on the right. It should get to a point where NO politician is cozy and safe unless they are actively working for compromise solutions to get things done. Let it become unbearable to be anything but a moderate voice with disparities in ideology being actively worked out rather than stubbornly stuck to in some ridiculous, 'pure' form.

And if such a thing came about, THEN Congress could get back to productive work regardless of who held a majority of seats, AND no one would need to resort to the very risky policy of just handing over more unchecked authority to a president......ANY president.

The funny thing is the way things are now, my arguments are already agreed halves! If I said, "Obama went too far with executive orders" folks on the right would cheer, but if I said the same thing about Bush or Trump they'd be less agreeable. If I said "yeah, go harass that administration official!" I'd likely get agreement from whatever party was NOT the focus of the harassment.  The thing is maybe this polarized view coming from US is the real problem? Maybe being a public with extreme positions and a reluctance to compromise is why we have representatives who, because they want our votes, are less likely to compromise? And maybe we accept evasive answers as a norm, and are willing to throw truth on the scrap heap because we know deep down, we can't even be honest about ourselves?

Tuesday, June 26, 2018


About a week ago or so, around Father's Day, Ana was teasing me that she was pondering a slip for me......but sort of playful in tone. Then some 'life' got in the way and before the slip was ever written out, I managed to drive my Little Monster crazy in almost the exact way I did Rosa: impatient pestering for attention. (And both hate when I do it!)

Not long after the pestering, the subject of the slip came up, and Ana was still interested in writing one out but was having a hard time with the 'reason'. So, we talked about stuff and after talking about how much my bouts of insecurity-driven pestering bother her for two reasons: 1. they are objectively annoying and interfere with whatever she is doing when these moods strike me, and 2. they suggest a lack of trust that I am "still loved" when it is patently obvious that I am. As a result, the "play slip" ended up turning into THIS ONE:

I did a little creative editing and obscuring of real names, but otherwise this is the slip Ana left for her Mom to deal with. 

I further promised Ana that at the moment this was to happen, I would voluntarily ask Rosa to make this a punishment I'd remember.  It was this past Saturday morning when Rosa suggested  we "take care of this" and I stuck to my promise. I told Rosa that I had had a long talk with Ana about the issue being addressed......and that it was not unlike the one Rosa and I just dealt with......and that I was prepared for this to be a serious punishment.  As is always the case with slips, Rosa put herself in the mindset of the person who issued the slip, and handled it accordingly. (She even added a few 'extra' to get the point across.)

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Kinky Jackass

This post is going to be very different from anything my readers have seen before on Collected Submissions and it is quite probable it is not going to be of interest to everyone …..or even most who visit here. But given the nature of this blog, I would be surprised to learn that NO ONE out there would find this intriguing. And I am looking for something fresh and exciting to revitalize my kinky nature.

Lately I have posted a lot of self-revelation, from personal reminiscences to revealing images. None were meant to sound self-aggrandizing, rather the opposite, they were all meant to be a little tongue-in-cheek, and even a little humbling. None were intended to be brazen, boastful flashes of me in any state of glorious pride. Most recently they were me spanked hard, me in a post-tease state of frustration, and splayed with a glass butt plug…..hardly fodder for braggadocio. 

People who know me have come to be amused by my propensity for imperiling myself for the amusement of others……(maybe I should sue “Jackass” for stealing my schtick, LOL) I have been like this since college…...always the first to do the craziest dares. The thing is though, after a while the line has to keep moving further and further for the dare aspect to work.

In my life I have know a handful of people who have successfully managed on a handful of occasions, to challenge me with something that, while doable, turned out to be much more embarrassing in the moment than when I boldly and confidently agreed to it.  I remember each of those times vividly and fondly.

So what I am going to do is offer a broad challenge of sorts. I am going to take suggestions from those who feel like they might have something to suggest that they’d find amusing to see that would be personally embarrassing for me. And to sort of give an idea of what my range might be I am going to put two pretty embarrassing ideas on the table that I WILL do if anyone leaves a comment, “yeah, KD, DO that! I’ll laugh my ass off.” And even though I’m suggesting them, these are things that I would not just do without some sort of public push. Regular commenting rules apply: you have to let us know who you are even if it's a pseudonym.

One offer is that I would be willing, though predictably mortified, to post a set of two selfies, one from the front and one from the rear, showing myself impaled by our largest plug (that we call the “Squid”) and the other publicly showing what I once wrote about in a story called “The Mushroom Effect” which is the utter shriveled defeat of my manhood that occurs when I am anally impaled by a large intruder.  If anyone wants to see this admittedly comical miniaturization of the modest amount I have to begin with, now’s your chance to say so.

The second is sort of along those same lines but focuses more on the rear. I will also offer to post a series of at least three “butt shots” as a blatant public display of anal defeat by showing a “before”, “during”, and “after” image of my most private of places when impaled by the Squid.  

So those are two of my own ideas. They are open to your approval to start things off, but they are mainly meant to serve as a guide for the type of things that are possible for your own ideas. And it is these outside ideas…..these “things” that I personally would not have come up with on my own…..that  I am most interested in. So surprise me. Shock me. Challenge me with you most devilish dares. And if it is not illegal, absurdly dangerous, have some stupid long term consequence (i.e. write on body with permanent marker) or physically impossible for me to do, I will give them all an honest try. The main idea is that they be somehow very humbling, and while there can certainly be an element of discomfort as well…….pain is not the primary goal. I can think of plenty of things that are frighteningly painful on my own. Also, please make your dare specific to me. While my Rosa is a good sport and might indulge some ideas, I cannot speak for her unequivocal cooperation. If you do have an idea that requires her involvement, you can ask, but as I said I cannot guarantee those will happen to the degree that I am willing to honor solo requests. I do reserve the right to refuse any dare that does not fulfill the parameters stated but to keep myself honest I will let Ana weigh in on any suggestion I don’t wish to do. If she feels I am dismissing a legitimate dare simply because it’s too embarrassing, she can comment to that effect and I agree to abide by her ruling. (you can’t get any more fair than that!)

Now this is not going to be a regular feature or new direction for this blog. The usual types of posts will continue to appear even as the occasional challenge is met and posted. This is more of a public experiment. We could just say that if March is the official month for readers to ask blog hosts “questions”, let’s let the upcoming month of July be for issuing and taking on dares and challenges. If this resonates with people and generates some cool ideas, maybe next time I’ll run a similar challenge with different parameters?

Friday, June 22, 2018

Portals for Mortals

Back in December of 2017 I did a post called “Moocho Glassy-ass” wherein I discussed butt plugs in general with a particular emphasis on my fond feelings regarding those made of glass. At the time I used models to tell my POV, like this one:

I can't see how anyone can NOT find this adorable.....especially with the flipped-up tag!

….and while she IS adorable, maybe with all of the soul-baring and personal exposures lately, I felt: ‘maybe it’s time to really put myself out there too?' 

I explained in my December post how I felt that glass plugs were the ultimate in exposure…..a window into the most modestly hidden area of a person, where everything is on view. It is in that spirit of submissive exhibitionism…...exhibitionism that is less an act of aggression (like the proverbial ‘flasher’ in a raincoat) and intended more as a act of self-deprecation that I post little little memento…..or even ‘trophy’ if you will. And while I know there are readers who will be like “yuck, a butt", there might be some who will bemusedly snicker at my flagrant exposure…...and it is for those people that I blushingly post this ‘selfie’:

Maybe those who have come to know me might find it cool to remember that if I am ever an ‘asshole’ to them…...THEY know they can always scroll back to this post and smirk at  just what a gaping asshole I can be. It would be very hard for me to remain arrogant to anyone who felt the need to take me down a peg and remind me of just how much they know of me, without me having that same advantage over them. So enjoy (to those who do)....and my apologies to those who want to now bleach their eyes. For those folks, I hereby include a couple more glass-wearing cuties to make up for my ‘old man ass’. Hopefully these girls will restore your vision. LOL

What impressed me about this one is the apparent indication by scale that the lady on display is a petite little thing who must have had an interesting time getting this in.

And just look at this solidly built honey!  I can't say that when wearing a glass plug I have that look of smug pride that she's beaming. I feel much more humbled by the experience. (I just wish these models would ditch those dumbass shoes!)

Thursday, June 21, 2018

"Elaiiinnne!!!! Elaiinnnne!!!!"

While I was hunting for images for the piece on my mother, I came across the occasional  rendering of two mixed gender kids, presumably brother and sister, being punished together. While such a thing has never happened to me, the images unlocked an old memory that I thought I would share.

This Sassy Bottoms image is one that helped get me thinking.

When I was in 6th grade I had a heart-rending crush on a girl named Elaine. (no blog-altered name change, it was really ‘Elaine’). But even at that age, my thoughts of Elaine ran towards the ……...alternate. Sure, I imagined kissing her, but how specific that kiss was! At night in bed I would fantasize about having Elaine’s naked body beside me…...but not in some tangled embrace of passion. Oh no. Not me! My fantasy was VERY specific:

Elaine and I would be naked together, BUT we’d be naked side-by-side with only our hips and shoulders touching. Our arms would be straight up over our heads, wrists tied and secured to some rusty rings on a punishment table as prisoners of some nameless group bent on torturing us, not for information, but their own sadistic pleasure whaled away on our young and tender bottoms.

Elaine would be very scared and I would console her. I would tell her we would eventually escape and I’d take care of her, and that we just had to get through this for now. She’d look at me like I was her hero, as old, worn paddles struck us over and over. I’d imagine her face when it was her turn to be smacked and then imagine her looking at me when it was my turn. And then…...when we were sweaty and nearly exhausted, our bottoms worn raw and ablaze, she’d lean towards me with tears on her face and we’d kiss. And later, once we were released from being bound, I’d imagine gently rubbing her welted bottom to soothe it as she sniffled with waning tears.

The reason I remember this so vividly is because it was a fantasy I replayed endlessly. Sometimes I would even position myself as if it was happening with my pillows beside me in lieu of my beloved and semi-act along with my thoughts. I was a weird kid, what can I say?

What strikes me as interesting about this little scenario is how different it was from anything I began to desire later. Any fantasies of such a kinky nature involving a pretty girl were usually more FemDom in nature. There was no need to drag in some group of anonymous torturers, the girl would BE my torturer. And she would never suffer one bit. Even in this early fantasy, there’d be no reason why Elaine had to suffer alongside me. I could have just as easily imagined sacrificing myself for her and then having her show her appreciation once I was let go. But that’s not how I scripted it. A few times I imagined saying something to that effect to our captors, but  they would never agree to the offer and Elaine would end up spanked hard just like me.

Now, in looking at images and reading the occasional account of the “submissive couple” who is put through their paces by a dominant third party, I even find it difficult to relate…….most of the time. For example, I cannot imagine ever wanting to jointly submit WITH Rosa beside me, but if I think about other people I’ve known, I can….though rarely…...find someone from my past that I could envision being punished with. But it’s never as a couple, but rather as a friend sharing the same fate…..a fellow submissive/partner in crime. My sympathy would be with her, but my love would be for my captor. I am sure there is a reason for this and if  had to speculate it would probably be that now, only a dominant party would seem attractive to me to have as my love interest. Perhaps as a kid, I didn’t quite get that? Perhaps. Or maybe I just never saw Elaine as a Dominant? Either way, I suppose that’s why I do enjoy the images of two friends or a brother & sister getting roasted together. It even works with two culprits of the same gender when there’s humor involved.

Co-culprits at school.

At home taking turns OTK.

A mom's "Final Solution".

School troubles again!

Looking back to where it all happened.

A knee for each of them.

In French too!

Popular cartoon characters aren't immune.

Sassy seemed to really like this theme.

On a side note, one person from my past that I pondered jointly suffering with was the woman you’ve heard me refer to as “Wolverine”.  She would never switch and so our relationship was one where I was the full-time dominant. She could take so much without outcry and heal so quickly afterwards that I sometimes imagined the embarrassment of being punished together by a third party only to have her handle it more stoically than me. LOL

If that was 'crush' would be on the Top!

Unfortunately, or of the 'double-spanking' images out there feature two female victims. I love the look on the spanker's face.

Something very cute about this.

I wonder if these are the same two kids who kept getting in trouble together at school?

I would LOVE to know the story behind this......if it's not a posed studio shot that is.

I think the spanker made better works of art with these butts than the painter of that painting!

(Just in case anyone is curious, nothing ever came of my crush with Elaine. I tried…..awkwardly…..but without success and eventually gave up as Elaine found someone else she preferred. Odds are it was for the best. What are the chances she’d want to reach romantic nirvana by having her butt roasted while tied to a splintery table?! LOL)

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

'Sole' of a Monster

Last Wednesday I gave you all a sneak peak to a recent photo session primarily geared towards a holiday 'foot theme' featuring our resident Monster, Ana. In it I mentioned that we did take some other non-themed shots, one involving some handcuffs and a handcuff key chain, and a few featuring the often neglected sole. 

Since I've already posted the handcuff ones, today I am sharing a look at Ana's cute feet......from the underside. I only took three shots, and they all came out great, but because they were all very similar, what I did was play with some photo settings and filters to take the images in slightly different directions. 

Here's what I came up with:

Image 1, first version......a fairly straightforward handling of what i find to be a nice composition.

Here's a second version of that same shot using a cameo filter.

Image 2 is a tighter positioning with less visible leg.

Here is that same image softened and rendered without color.

Image 3 is sort of a blend of the first two poses. Even with minimal tweaking, this is a nice shot.

And here it is with a cameo filter and another filter effect giving a kind of  grittier feel.

So there you have it. Fans of Ana's feet need only wait a bit longer for a rather fun and colorful feature with a definite patriotic flavor.

Many thanks again to my lovely model. Without her these shots would never have been possible......or look nearly as pretty!

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Odd Maternal Musings

A few years ago I wrote a story about an adult son who, after going through a bit of  a rough patch, asks his mother to spank him. It was called: “Still a Mom” (click for link to story) and ended up being one of my more popular pieces. There was even a sequel I did that followed the son’s transition after his mother’s passing called “A New Old Mom”. But that was about a separate issue than what was being dealt with in the first story. To be totally honest, the first story was a kind of artistic way for me to explore some thoughts I had about my own mother, and while the whole thing was fictional, the personalities and some of the issues were taken directly from our relationship.

I also wrote a non-fiction account of my actual experience with coming out as a disciplined spouse to my mother. That piece was called: “Unexpected Support”.(click for link to story) Regulars here are probably familiar with all three pieces since I have referenced them before.

Now I am not sure what brought this on, but I think it could have something to do with some recent (positive) developments in my own relationship with Rosa…..which I will get into another time. But whatever the impetus, I have recently become a bit wistful at not having my mother around anymore and even giving considerable speculation as to how her relationship with me might have evolved had she lived longer after learning of my lifestyle with Rosa.

There’s a part of me that has seriously considered the possibility of some set of circumstances that could have led to her spanking me similarly to the theme of the “Still a Mom” story. I can say without hesitation that Rosa would have had no objection to such a thing happening if my mother had agreed. Rosa herself had punished me more than a few times based on how she saw me behave with my mother. I feel pretty confident that if my Mom  was still alive and healthy, and after knowing how we live, there was some exchange where my tone was inappropriate, I could see a cooperative effort by the two to straighten me out.But whatever the reason, moot point though it now is, I have found myself trying to figure out if such a thing could have become a reality under other circumstances and have tried to picture how it might have played out..

When it comes to the theme of a Mom spanking her kid, no one captures it better than H-Bum.

For me to even be thinking about this suggests some deeper issue than mere curiosity. I think it could be a personal feeling of unfinished business or unresolved guilt. I do know that when I imagine it,  there are a few key elements that seem crucial to me. One is that the situation be as mutually important and desired by my mother as for me and not be some indulgence of a whim of mine. In other words, I feel like it should be something that having become aware of how I live and with Rosa’s consent and even encouragement …(which she would get)….it be something my mother feels I fully deserve. So there probably would have to be some issue where I did something to bring this on.

This piece gets it so right in my opinion: there's no wild anger in the Mom or desperate terror in the boy. To me this seems like a measured comeuppance for something both parties feel is appropriate and deserved.

The other thing that I find myself sort of needing is the knowledge that once Rosa gave her approval that she would leave the rest to my mother…..meaning that the actual spanking would be just between my mother and me in private. This is not to say that I would be spared a more public cornertime afterwards. My mother used that a lot and it would seem almost odd to escape it as an adult. I could see my mother finishing with me and then sending me to some spot in the house to stand nose to the wall while she discussed things with Rosa. I can’t help smirking thinking about the likelihood of this given how my Mother thought.

I love that the boy in this Sassy Bottoms illustration is dressed like the boy in the previous H-Bum pieces.

But perhaps the most intense piece of my imagined scenario is the deep hope on my part that  the spanking end up being …...well…..bad. Like really bad. The thing is I sort of feel that if it did happen, that THAT probably would not be something I’d have to worry about. Though my mom was never abusive, she was not one to get herself all the way to the point where she felt I had a spanking coming and then just dole out some half-hearted series of pats. No, the one aspect I could probably count on would be her spanking me good and hard. And that would be just fine with me.

Like I said, there’s no way for this to happen now but I truly believe, given my current thoughts, that were she alive, I would try to give her the opportunity. Whether she would do it is anybody’s guess, but I do know that from my perspective, I would not only do my best to persuade her but would agree to any of her conditions to convince her to try. Most definitely I would assure her that I wasn’t playing some game at her expense, but rather felt she was definitely as entitled to have this one last chance to roast my bottom like she used to…...  as I was deserving of her most enthusiastic attention. Like I said, if she did get to the point where she agreed, I probably wouldn’t have to encourage her to take the situation seriously…….but I know I still would. If nothing else I’d just love to see her face when I was standing beside her, just prior to going over her lap and while handing her our sturdiest paddle, and sincerely saying, “Ma, I probably don’t need to give you any encouragement to spank me good and hard since I never had to before…….but believe me when I tell you, we both know this is for my own good and that there’s no way I don’t deserve it…. so just because I’m an adult now, please don’t hold anything back. I can’t think of any better or more appropriate outcome than for you to blister my bottom but good .” Then I’d give her a nice bare target and wait for the paddle to fall.

My feeling is I’d soon be regretting my words…...and I would take that as her way of proving to me that she understood completely……..and didn’t disagree.

A little more struggle here.......but the boy is older and looks like he'd be a wriggler. The Mom again is admirably calm.......yet determined. She seems to know just what her son needs to learn a lesson.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Who we are

In past posts and comments on other blogs, I have recently admitted that my willingness to be punished for misdeeds had waned dramatically. I also confessed that my overall libido had sort of taken a vacation as well. Because I don't post as often as I used to, I didn't update you all on the welcome return of sexy thinking (and doing) a short while back. (probably about a week ago). Hurray! It's nice to know that oneself is not completely dead inside. LOL

Once I sort of returned to the land of the 'feeling', I also became more conscious of how.....despite my stubborn resistance to being punished for real.......that if I am honest with myself, I can't escape the inexorable need for discipline. My resistance also affected Rosa, since she is very determined and serious about living her life as the benevolent authority figure to an obedient partner.  Put simply: we are a DD couple, and while circumstances, influences, and moods can cut into that, nothing can change it for very long.

In the middle of last week Rosa and I had an unfortunate exchange that left us both pretty upset. In all honesty blame can be laid on circumstances that short-circuited our patience with each other. However, I was the one who sort of went on a tirade as a result, though at the time I felt completely justified. This past Friday, with the help of a few drinks, I sort of let my inhibitions and resistance down enough to realize that despite the circumstances, by definition of our roles and my pledge to always talk to Rosa respectfully, I had definitely crossed a line. And so, now feeling less defensive, I confessed this to Rosa.......who immediately agreed and seemed happy to see me own up to my actions.

On Saturday we talked for a very long time and I asked my Honey for one concession: for me to feel right about things I just needed for her to admit to her own, albeit lesser, contribution to things going sour. And Rosa did, explaining at length the hitherto unknown circumstances that were affecting her at the time. I had no idea that she had just gone through a pretty upsetting experience prior to my outburst. It put everything in a much clearer perspective.

What followed was a discussion about our roles and promises, followed by what you'd expect from a DD couple: I ended up over her lap with a bar of soap in my mouth as she taught me a lesson about the unacceptability of cruel outbursts with our hardest punishment paddle. The spanking was not terribly long but very forceful. It was very obvious that Rosa wasn't playing around and that she was determined to roast my butt honestly.

While over her lap, I couldn't even yelp due the bar of soap, but ended up whimpering a bit. Still, at one point a strange feeling (that I later described to her) came over me making me feel like I was finally 'where I belonged'. Instead of the resistance to physical punishment I had felt previously, now I felt that some missing and crucial puzzle piece had been found and put back into place to complete the total picture properly.

After the spanking, I rinsed out my mouth and returned to nuzzle at my Honey's feet as we talked some more. I told her about my feelings and desire to genuinely BE an obedient husband and partner. She seemed pleased. I also asked her if we were back to a clean slate and she admitted that we were not quite there yet. I wasn't completely surprised to hear this and so I felt no internal resistance to returning to her lap after a few more minutes of discussion.

The second spanking went longer and was just as hard as the first. This time she lectured me about my tendency to become very hyper and almost "OCD" about little unimportant details and how this made her crazy. It was not a new topic. In fact this issue is laid out in the first few of our printed and signed copy of House Rules dating back to the beginning of our DD arrangement. I couldn't honestly refute her assessment. It IS a personal fault I have struggled with all of my life. And it's probably something I will never be able to permanently fix......but a good spanking can help me keep it in check and also give Rosa an outlet for her emotions when it does happen.

I was thinking about how such an outcome might look unfair to some.....given that there was some degree of culpability resting with each party, and I asked Ana what she thought about that...........especially since she and I share a similar disparity (only in her case involving Discipline Slips instead of her directly punishing me). She replied that it really comes down to what each party agrees to.  Because we freely made such an agreement it follows that the actual consequences might change drastically for each person. But she added that just because the consequences are 'different' or not equal, there is still a line of not taking advantage of abusing the disparity. The end result may look uneven but it isn't because each concession for amends are consistent with whatever factors were agreed to. So for Ana, as well Rosa, and I'm sure every responsible 'authority figure'  in every DD couple (unless they're on the Spencer Plan), there doesn't seem to be a lot of angst over believing a sincere apology to be sufficient for themselves while expecting that for their subordinate partners the conflict resolution is going to require not just an apology but the additional aspect of a good, air-clearing spanking to go along with it.

Anyway, after the second spanking, I donned my pouch panties and chaps and wore them for most of the day. I did sort of get off a bit easy though, because by the time we were done, we were the only ones home. Usually the idea of the chaps is a sort of 'added punishment' akin to 'corner time'........but without the corner. LOL. The idea being that whoever's around can easily see that I am in a state of 'disgrace'. Saturday, I was really only on display for Rosa, but even that has an effect since the chaps ....along with the residual sting......are a constant reminder of what transpired earlier.

After my spanking Rosa asked me to fetch her another cup of coffee and I hastily snapped this little "selfie" in the kitchen in anticipation of using some photo back-up for today's post. Admittedly not of the best quality, but once again, you can see how the post-spanking swelling produces extremely pronounced folds to my gluteal creases between cheek and thigh. You can also see the central 'white patches' that indicate the severity of the punishment. This was a butt that stung for a good long time.

There was one more thing that I am still processing and pondering. While we are pretty out to most in our circle, we are still not 'out' to everyone or anyone indiscriminately, though Rosa is far less concerned about some things than I am. On Saturday, I was so engrossed in our discussion and naturally my punishment afterwards that I did not think about something that I noticed only hours later when I went to our bedroom to stretch out my back for a bit on our bed. As I was laying there I looked over and saw that the right bedroom window was open. Our house is a ground level ranch and our bedroom is in the front of the property. In all honesty, anyone walking by that morning would have had no problem hearing that heavy lucite paddle in action.....though it would be quite possible that they would not have known what the sound actually was. I don't think anyone was out there, but the thought has made me blush a bit.

Friday, June 15, 2018

Full frontal

And NOT with Samantha Bee!

Suffice it to say there is much more to this post than I will EVER reveal, especially since the photo is revealing enough on its own…….. but regardless of any of that, let me just say:

(And thank goodness for some of that graininess you get with dimly lit selfies.)

Unwelcome Imposition

In cruising about some Tumblrs I came across this European artist who does kinky watercolor illustration sequences. What I like about them is how they all convey a narrative without resorting to incorporated words or dialog…...although the artist does tell the intended story in their posts after each sequence. I like when art forms retain a kind of purity; music without lyrics, books without illustrations, illustrations without words, etc.

But out of all the sequences presented, this one was my favorite:

As both an artist AND a kinky ‘switch’ this little tale resonates with me pretty strongly mainly because I have, in the past, altered vanilla images AND used live models for my paintings.......but never both at the same time!

When I was still in Grammar school, my interest in spanking had already manifested itself deeply. I hungrily searched out any references to spanking in literature, imagined all sorts of spanking scenarios, and physically self-spanked whenever I had sufficient privacy. And, being a budding artist/cartoonist, I also drew some spanking illustrations. Due to the time and my youthful fervor, they always ended up being more severe than anything I would do now.

But, on a couple of occasions, I also did what is now rampant with Photoshop…...I added marks and coloration to magazine images of otherwise pristine  backsides. However, soon after doing so, I would become very embarrassed and even disgusted that I resorted to this, and would angrily destroy what I did with more than a little self-loathing. I truly think this is why I harbor such hatred for Photoshopped images today. I just associate the practice with desperate, immature, and unhealthy obsession. 

When I got old enough to incorporate spanking in my real life relationships, these memories of deeds past took on a more forgivable tone, as I just chalked it all up to the frustration of having been too young and inexperienced to have done much else. I mean, what were my chances of being like 12 or 13 and having a spanking relationship?!

After living a few kinky, spank-filled  years in college, I went on to graduate school for fine art (Pratt) and once there began to enlist volunteers from among my circle as nude models. Now while I had not seen artist/model etiquette laid out in any manual, one soon picks up on things from watching how models are treated in life drawing/painting classes. And, naturally, one also draws heavily on common sense and common decency. When a person agrees to pose nude for you, you have an obligation to treat them with respect. It is customary to provide robes for modesty during breaks, and I personally always found it important to describe to the model exactly WHAT I was going for and how they would be depicted. Even with obscured identities, I think it’s important that a person be comfortable with how they will ultimately be portrayed.

One of the most interesting and consistent things that happened to me 100% of the time, was seeing the same pattern unfold each time someone posed for me. Since I was using friends…..and one time even a friend-of-a-friend I hardly knew…….there was always the initial meeting where the person and I would discuss what we were going to do, and what I was looking for. Then I’d send them off to privately disrobe and put on a robe, or when I was working outdoors…...turn away as they removed their clothes. But then, inevitably, came the “moment of truth” when the robe would come off, or they would come into view and despite their willingness and daring, there would always be that awkward dual moment of “I’m naked and you’re not/I’m clothed and you’re not”. But what always surprised me, given our modesty-laden socialization, was how short that moment lasted. Soon the tone mutually shifted to all business as I tried to get what I needed for my work and my model strove to deliver that pose. I vividly recall walking right up to a particular female friend I had known for years, yet never had a relationship with, nor seen any more exposed than in a bikini at poolside, and physically positioning her totally naked body for the pose I needed without either of us thinking of anything more than getting the desired visual result. It was pretty cool when I thought about that afterwards.

Anyway, when I see this cute sequence of illustrations I see a situation where the ‘artist’ has the same compulsion I once felt, but crudely allows it to overtake the essential artist/model bond of trust. It is quite clear that the model was never informed that she would be depicted as the ‘victim’ of a spanking and is shocked and offended at having her image represented this way. What follows is ironic retribution…….which, in this case, seems more believable than most “unexpected spankings” because the victim is obviously a spanko to begin with and predisposed to the legitimacy of such an outcome. I therefore find it much easier to accept that the model could turn the tables on such an ‘artist’ (it would certainly have worked on me!) and teach her the quintessential lesson of ‘truth in art’: “paint what you see”.......along with a deeper respect for the feelings of her models. I love that the piece being done by the model will ultimately be more ‘honest’ than the previous rendering since the artist-turned-model is genuinely sporting the reddened backside she had fictitiously and surrepticiously imposed earlier. I also can't help smirking at the fact that the model will leave this studio with a perfectly unscathed bottom....despite how she might have been imagined or depicted, whereas the blonde artist will be feeling the reminder of this session for quite a while.  My only quibble is that if I had done this series, I would have had the model fully dressed as she worked to complete the feeling of full turnabout, and I probably would have made sure to have the artist/model in the exact pose as her predecessor. 

In conclusion I can honestly admit to one more BIG reason that I can relate to this sequence: over the course of my graduate school training, I had the privilege of using four different women as my models, and out of those four, two spanked me on several occasions, with one more coming very close. I also got spanked (just once) by a female student who was an adventurous friend as well as being the Technical Advisor in my Printmaking classes. The only thing was none of these spankings had anything to do with any artist/model faux pas.

Thursday, June 14, 2018


I noticed something today while researching something and I'd really like someone to explain it to me.....particularly someone who considers himself/herself to be a conservative. But first, the experiment:

1: Go to "Google Search" and type in 'anti-liberal memes'. Hit enter.

2: Go to "images".

3: Browse the results.


4: Go back to the search line and type in: 'anti-conservative memes'. Hit enter.

5: Go to "images".

6: Browse the results.

Now, please explain this to me.

As you'd expect the anti-liberal memes abound. And I must say that while some are clever, a lot are just vicious:

OK, not totally unexpected, but check out the VERY FIRST meme for "Anti-conservative memes":

I'm not even sure of what the point is. I'm an atheist and I sort of expect people to accept Islam along with every other religion and non-religion. Am I missing something here.......besides logic of course? Or is this a test question? If so, I guess I'm a liberal. And so then what is the conservative stance on this question? 'I believe in a god, but if you are Muslim you have the wrong one.' ?

Still, it's not the specific point or non-point of this specific meme that has me confused, but rather WHY it's on a search for "anti-conservative memes"? And if you browse through the rest, you'll see more anti-liberal memes mixed in.....quite a few actually.

So what gives? Could it be that conservatives control the media? LOL Or are there just SO many more anti-liberal memes that they come up everywhere? It seems conservatives like to portray themselves as victims of liberal bias and that the nastiness they spew is in retaliation for how they've been treated.......but it seems to me it's the other way around. A lot of the anti-conservative memes poke at hypocrisies and double-standards whereas while some anti-liberal memes do the same thing, a lot are just accusations of being stupid and un-American. And sure, there's some derisive anti-conservative stuff out there, but you have to admit a lot of it is more clever put-down than just plain nasty name-calling. 

In conclusion, I also want to ask a few very simple questions: when a conservative says "liberal", just what the hell do they mean? Fiscal liberal? Social liberal? Both? If I am fiscally conservative and socially liberal, am I a liberal in a conservative's eyes, or a fellow conservative?

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Model sub

Today my 'Little Monster', Ana, once again put her post-pedicure feet on display for the blog-viewing public. While the photo shoot was geared primarily towards another "Holiday Theme" (you all can guess which one), we experimented with a few other poses.

One of the things we had discussed a few weeks ago when we were planning the session was using a handcuff key chain Ana had gotten me as a souvenir a while back. I asked if she thought they would fit her toes and if she would be willing to be thus shackled and she thought the idea was cute. Today I dug out a pair of regular handcuffs as well and we did a 'double-bound' foot pose. 

Now for those of you familiar with my Discipline slip-dispensing Monster, know she hasn't a sub bone in her body! But like any talented model, she knows how to pretend. So here for your viewing enjoyment.......and with apologies to the 'yuck! a foot!'-people.....are a few shots of some pretty cute and securely bound "Monster-tootsies':

It was a good thing Ana volunteered for these because once I had her cuffed, she wasn't going anywhere! LOL!

I love this shot! 

After taking the skull shot during the last Halloween session I found myself pleasantly pleased with how adorable Ana's feet look from underneath as well as from above, so today I really wanted to try to capture her podal charms from both perspectives.

And just to be a bit 'noir', I made a copy of the first pose in B&W. 

When we had finished this round, I naturally couldn't help making a brief joke about not remembering where I left the key.......but it was just a tease in passing. Despite the submissive appeal to these shots, I wouldn't keep my Monster bound longer than necessary. 

Now as I said, these were not the only shots we took this stay tuned for more. And now that Ana is home and popping onto the blog occasionally, if you have anything nice to say about her shapely all means please leave a comment! She'll definitely appreciate it.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Thor: Ragnarok

“Dance your cares away
Worry’s for another day
Let the music play
Down in Ragnarok” ------Fraggle Rock theme, with one minor change.

Despite being a Marvel fan for decades, given my repeated disappointments with Marvel movies, you’d think I’d just write them off. But like a train wreck, I find it hard to look away. I will confess that I no longer rush to theaters to see the latest venture like I used to when the movies first started coming out. Instead I wait for them to hit Netflix or some other free venue. Such was the case with Thor: Ragnarok.

A lot (though not all) of Thor storylines revolve at least loosely around actual Norse mythology. Such is the case….though very loosely….with “Ragnarok”. (see more on Ragnarok)

The one thing about this mythological event that is pretty consistent whether read in the poetry of the time or seen in Wagner’s ‘Gotterdammerung’ is that regardless of who manages to live through it, it’s no picnic. So what better way to tell the tale in movie form than as a comedy, right?

In “Ragnarok” everyone is a joker (to some degree) with Thor being played as a near-buffoon. I think the one character I could have probably forgiven and even relished being depicted as they were was Jeff Goldblum’s Grandmaster. But for his quirky, narcissist interpretation of a near-omnipotent “Elder of the Universe” to work, it needs to be played off a less comedic cast. As it stands, he’s just one more character mugging for a chuckle.

Now there’s nothing wrong with comedy, and certain Marvel characters should have strong comedic elements. Deadpool is a prime example. But just because Deadpool was successful, or because audiences like Tony Stark’s , a la Robert Downey Jr.’s killer one-liners, doesn’t mean that EVERY character has to be a clone. (Dr. Strange’s cameo in Ragnarok broke my heart.)

As for casting? Well as charming as Tessa Thompson may be as “Valkyrie” she is as believable as one of the famed flying warriors made famous by Richard Wagner’s thrilling opera as I would be wearing a horned helmet and tin cup brassiere. (though Thompson is far more attractive

Tessa Thompson in comparison with the comic book version. Hmmm. Now which seems more believable as a Norse warrior who fights for Odin and scoops up fallen heroes to fill the drinking halls of Valhalla? "Hojotoho!"

My other big disappointment with Ragnarok does deal with something that only a comic book fan would know of, and that is the reworking of the “Planet Hulk” story arc as some weak supporting adjunct to the Thor narrative. And my disappointment is not based in some misguided or nerdy comic book purism, but rather the disgust at seeing the degradation of one of the best Hulk story arcs ever written. (To see a pretty accurate version you can try to find Lionsgate’s 2010 animated movie of the same name.) That story could well have been done as the next “Hulk” feature film and been awesome, but now it has been relegated to a watered-down footnote.

Does this look like the face of someone who's just waiting for the right straight line to crack a joke?

Interestingly, while my opinions of Marvel movies usually are not shared by those around me, this time even Rosa expressed dismay at how overly comedic  the movie was. (If “Black Panther” resembles “The Lion King”, then “Ragnarok” feels like a reboot of the campy 1960’s “Batman” TV series with Thor as the main character.)

I have not seen “Infinity Wars” yet, but after this, I’m wondering if it is going to be like watching “Springtime for Hitler”?