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15 Sep
From the twisted mind of Command.

It had been a lengthy session over my knee and I knew she needed a moment’s pause, so I stopped the spanking to admire the redness of her cheeks. She gave the slightest twitch as my hot hand made contact with her cool middle thigh and rested there. A moment later came a familiar wave as a shudder washed over her naked body.

She exhaled and adjusted herself across my lap, releasing a telltale scent of arousal in the process. I knew she was wet; her gyrations having turned from mock escape to a deliberate rubbing against my pants after the spanking gained intensity. A look of pleasure filled her face, making her appear all the more beautiful to me.

I let her rest a moment, my left hand tracing up and down her spine from her neck to the crest of her rump. Sliding my hand down her arm, I reached over and cupped her breast. Taking her nipple between thumb and forefinger, I gave a pinch with a twist, her notice that the break was over. A smile crossed her lips as she half-slid, half-pushed off of my lap to the floor.

Beneath the chair was my crop next to a bowl containing colored, plastic balls. I scooped up the balls in my left hand, retrieving the crop with my right. She sat at my feet observing my movements, her smile replaced with a knowing look of recognition: it was time to play a game.

“Four balls this time,” I said when her eyes met mine. “You must return the red one by itself,” I continued. She nodded her understanding and watched as I tossed the balls across the floor, mapping their locations as they came to rest. “Ready…GO!” I commanded.

Quickly she turned away from me and headed on all fours toward the red ball, having decided to retrieve that one first. I enjoyed the view from my vantage point in the chair, watching her red moon sway back and forth with each move forward. Reaching the red ball, she leaned forward to pluck it up with her lips, crushing her breasts into the yielding carpet and exposing her slickness to my dancing eyes.

She spun around and moved just as quickly back to my side, depositing the red ball back into the bowl and in one continuous motion turned back to fetch more. “Fifteen seconds,” I announced. She knew she had to pick the pace up a bit, but was content to be a brat for this first round and continued at the same speed.

Now it was my turn to smile. She knew exactly what she was doing, having determined her outcome before the tossed balls came to rest. And now I knew, too. Taking 2 of the balls at once, she deposited them in the bowl as time expired on the round. She shot me a sheepish grin and then took her time getting the final ball.

As she dropped it in with the rest, she turned into position with her bottom raised high and her head to the floor, face turned towards me with a smirk. “Penalty for taking too much time?” she asked with expectation in her eyes.

I heard her inhale as I raised the crop up over my head and thought about our game going into overtime.

My Pink Kink.

6 Sep

Command here, filling in for Pink who is, well, tied up at the moment…

There are things I truly appreciate about Pink; from her curly blond hair to the sensitivity of her natural ‘endowments’, she’s a delightful playmate.

She has an inner strength which needs to be exercised, like a thoroughbred that needs special handling as often as she needs to be ridden — and I enjoy riding her. Hard. Especially after giving her an intense spanking.

Our magic is blending vanilla events like weddings and anniversaries with clandestine forays into our kink. Some moments are inserted with care, like a walk at an outdoor wedding to test the sting of a freshly cut birch switch. Other moments are more spur of the moment, like borrowing the parking paddle at the races for an impromptu spanking.

An element that is important in any Spanko relationship is integrity. To be spanked, Pink needs to submit herself to me and that requires her inner strength and a lot of trust. I cherish that trust. If you’ve reached this level with a Spanko partner yourself then you understand my point when I say that I treat it like a gift, not an entitlement. Pink says this makes her respect my ‘macho’ more than fear it. Spoken like a thoroughbred.

At the heart of it all is a bond that is renewed every time she goes over my knee with her panties pulled down. (BTW, using the bath brush or the belt on her bottom produces exquisite lap dances, if you know what I mean.)

Pink shares a lot of what we do together in her blog. Reading through her older posts is a trip down memory lane for me. If you recently discovered Pink’s blog, I hope you’ll take a walk there too.


(Pictures by the incomparable Waldo.)

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