tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44812780286310089352024-03-13T11:20:24.023-04:00Thomas's Spanking Exploits<br><br><br>
Welcome to my blog of spanking exploits! This is just a little place for me to share my day-to-day spanking adventures, as well as personal stories and anecdotes that I've experienced. I'll also be posting news stories, odd trivia, spanking games, and whatever nonsense that I come across in this wonderful kink of ours. I hope that everyone enjoys reading them.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.comBlogger1500125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-5433790027139249272022-04-04T20:57:00.002-04:002022-04-04T20:57:49.076-04:00Birchwood Academy, the Boardgame<p> Several years ago, I played the Spankopoly game made by Todd and Suzy. Recently, the game popped up in my memories as I was thinking of spanking games for the next Frolicon coming up in May. My main issue with the previous incarnation is that, while spanking-themed, didn't actually include a lot of spanking as part of the rules. The small amount that was included gave a distinct advantage to spankee players in the game, as the primary currency of the game was dollars. Since a spankee could opt to take swats instead of paying cash, thus giving them more money for a win condition. So, with the intention of reworking the traditional Monopoly rules into a proper spanking game, I present you with the Birchwood Academy Board Game.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlvJyxTCupR0VXB-_0D6I_ZANmm0RfxYEM4iaCo9PkZCyEkKzaOzwVRNUjs-zGznNOxHMb_eT6-BuUwp1smVbJJaYtpZQ5oeU95eBQLlEVTCWNbbmHwLUMavw1nySnvVU3GHaid6AJoBJMrfd9NtmDwCsaV1By92ayG9VxKibPkGL8GlZf1-RIg8woA/s1600/Gameboard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlvJyxTCupR0VXB-_0D6I_ZANmm0RfxYEM4iaCo9PkZCyEkKzaOzwVRNUjs-zGznNOxHMb_eT6-BuUwp1smVbJJaYtpZQ5oeU95eBQLlEVTCWNbbmHwLUMavw1nySnvVU3GHaid6AJoBJMrfd9NtmDwCsaV1By92ayG9VxKibPkGL8GlZf1-RIg8woA/s320/Gameboard.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The primary currency in this game is swats. When you land on a Class, you either take swats to gain 'influence' over that Class, or take a certain number of swats as discipline if you land on a Class influenced by another player. You also take swats for being in Detention and from the effects of certain cards.</p><p>However, another currency in the game is Demerits. Unless otherwise specified by a card or space, you add one Demerit to your record for every swat that you take. Thus, Demerits act as a negative monetary value, and you want to have as little as possible. Some effects will reduce the number of Demerits that you gain. Also, since Demerits are the value that you'll track for a win condition, a spanker can play simply by ignoring the swats and taking the Demerits. This means that spankers and spankees can play on an even footing, or the spankers can sit out and just lend their hands/implements when the spankees need to pay up. Spankers would only need to ignore two cards that would either have no effect or imbalance the game for a spanker to play.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mudh0nj8TjpaDGVM1wQwLz6fRpDwmd-aDItN4t6JB0DjGuQkgmCWQcQ7AtyBQK-mAC-xc45TToUR7E3nfHO_n0LMohK37k4nmMAd6X4VeNA6_X1UrfWKTsYMqgZ3_wKaf8McLrrhLp1bvA26s-MQZxG6mFSP9G2H72mFwD6XR9W0Y9GUZ-ZrlVfNlQ/s3508/Demerits%205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3508" data-original-width="2480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3mudh0nj8TjpaDGVM1wQwLz6fRpDwmd-aDItN4t6JB0DjGuQkgmCWQcQ7AtyBQK-mAC-xc45TToUR7E3nfHO_n0LMohK37k4nmMAd6X4VeNA6_X1UrfWKTsYMqgZ3_wKaf8McLrrhLp1bvA26s-MQZxG6mFSP9G2H72mFwD6XR9W0Y9GUZ-ZrlVfNlQ/s320/Demerits%205.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><p>As usually, there are versions of Chance and Community Chest cards (called Risk and Reward cards), and property deeds (Teacher's Pet cards). There are also Mischief cards, which are based on the mechanic introduced in the Cheater's Edition of Monopoly. I put a lot of thought into all of these, though the artwork leaves a lot to be desired. I utilized any clipart I found that was available free for personal use.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYM64rL_Y8hUofWl9ppldIDuKgewMmsEae0kxXbWlyRQq7a9jmC2pmBK9h3mlVwMX2rnaGylDQZ7CpOuYjQC4FQILRBDRwjghhl4eeUhvSzkaARGuZmCq7EFsYD8CIrEgm-p6fjb7aV-IbuhDMZGguclf-mdGmjsnUGr5now6QEUiW3QlGoTqdTwxjDw/s3508/Risk%20cards%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3508" data-original-width="2580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYM64rL_Y8hUofWl9ppldIDuKgewMmsEae0kxXbWlyRQq7a9jmC2pmBK9h3mlVwMX2rnaGylDQZ7CpOuYjQC4FQILRBDRwjghhl4eeUhvSzkaARGuZmCq7EFsYD8CIrEgm-p6fjb7aV-IbuhDMZGguclf-mdGmjsnUGr5now6QEUiW3QlGoTqdTwxjDw/s320/Risk%20cards%202.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><p>I hope to have a playtesting meet in a couple of weeks to work out any kinks (or maybe add in a few kinks, if you know what I mean) in the game before running a few hours of it at Frolicon.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-81363654835271496472022-01-16T22:29:00.002-05:002022-01-16T22:29:18.265-05:00Spanking Updates<p> While I don't have the viewership that I used to when I was posting regularly eight years ago, some may have noticed that I haven't posted about the spanking-themed graduation party that I mentioned in my last craft post. That's because I really didn't do much of anything, because I felt out of place as soon as I got there.</p><p>For those who know me, they will realize that I'm a spanko, through and through. Thus, I differentiate between a spanking and impact play. This also means that I differentiate between a spanking party, and a spanking theme at a dungeon party. This event fit squarely into the second column, which isn't how I play. I like spanking, which can be found at a spanking party. At a dungeon party, you will find impact play, not spanking.</p><p>I realized this about the party when one of the organizers took me on a tour of the facilities and started telling me about how people played there. He was talking about how people would watch from a distance, but never get involved. Of course, from his point of view, he was giving me a selling point. In actuality, he was already turning me off of the entire experience. I enjoy spankings in a social environment, unless I'm in private.</p><p>This tour culminated in the guide giving me a look at the 'spanking' implements in his toybag, which included various whips and a paddle shaped like a meat cleaver. When he described its use, it clearly fell into the realm of impact play, as it would have little to no use for an actual spanking session. Thus, I would have little to no use for such an implement in my bag, as it wouldn't be anything more than a conversation piece. I appreciate that he was proud of it, but he was presenting it to the wrong audience if he was trying to impress anyone.</p><p>So, I retreated into the social area and didn't get any play that night. It just wasn't my crowd.</p><p>However, all is not lost, as there is still another Frolicon coming up in May, and I'm getting my ideas together for what events I'd like to run. I'll be doing another disciplinary hearing, and some open spanking play. I'll likely do some of the games that were popular, though I may move them to their own schedule in the gaming room so we can hear each other during play. I've considered doing some kind of panel or lesson on spanking, and have even considered a comparison of spanking play to impact play to truly set them apart.</p><p>So, I'm in another dry spell, but at least I'm not dead yet. Though, I am getting older. By Frolicon, I'll be fifty. It's hard to believe that I didn't get active in spanking until I was in my thirties. I sometimes wish that I'd gotten into the scene when I was younger.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-15516737242033198042021-12-12T21:12:00.002-05:002021-12-12T21:12:31.605-05:00Christmas Spider<p> Here's another craft that I put together today. It continues to be slow for me on the kinky side of things, so I have to pass the time, somehow. On the bright side, I'll be attending a kinkster's graduation party next weekend. The party is spanking-themed, and honors the same lady who suggested that I put together the spanking night at Frolicon. I didn't have a chance to put her across my knees over that weekend, so this will be a good chance to make up for that.</p><p>Until then, I have this Christmas Spider ornament that I made earlier today. People tend to associate spiders with Halloween more than Christmas, but there's actually a Ukrainian holiday story about a spider that explains the tradition of putting tinsel on Christmas trees. I'm not going to try to retell the story here, as it's easy enough to Google it. It's been told in several versions, anyway, so I'd probably hack it apart. Instead, I'll just share this picture that I took after I finished it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheIToVAgl1sMN8U0nRM9-3mSCI0DlgaSHjXybIg9m2cL1wzws87PiEiBGczRVWfkKeCrm1MsYVf29Abm7t2J8FHyXzqoFK4ld5HUgSZ-NvQoLdrzt1vEfU_1lNkcMZTMOdKmDPiDaoHcs_QM0T28pMrC2XCWEj5yTrlVolCtV6k0uUrBgCorsRZU2Tpg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1765" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheIToVAgl1sMN8U0nRM9-3mSCI0DlgaSHjXybIg9m2cL1wzws87PiEiBGczRVWfkKeCrm1MsYVf29Abm7t2J8FHyXzqoFK4ld5HUgSZ-NvQoLdrzt1vEfU_1lNkcMZTMOdKmDPiDaoHcs_QM0T28pMrC2XCWEj5yTrlVolCtV6k0uUrBgCorsRZU2Tpg=s320" width="276" /></a></div><p>I actually liked how the shadow fell on the wall behind it. I'll be taking this little guy to work tomorrow to start decorating my cubicle for the holidays. Yes, I'm a little behind on that, but it's still about two weeks away. There's plenty of time. Besides this ornament, I'm also working on a small Christmas tree (similar to the two previous trees that I posted, but white) and a wreath. I also took apart a motion-sensing ornament that sings "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" when someone gets close. If I can get my hands on a cheap soldering iron, I may use the components to rig up something special.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-12574602114738998632021-11-20T19:44:00.002-05:002021-11-20T19:44:55.387-05:00More Crafts<p> As the current situation still makes spanking play something that will only happen occasionally, I've been trying to keep myself entertained by writing, crafting and roleplaying. Since I don't think that my readers (the two or three of you that remain), would be interested in hearing much about my non-spanking writing or geeky roleplays, I figured that I'd share some more crafting that I've done recently.</p><p>With the change of holidays, shops like the Dollar Tree have now started stocking up on Christmas decorations and supplies. I took two shopping trips to a local store and went crazy, gathering up a small collection of items that I intend to use for homemade decorations.</p><p>The first thing that I made was a tiny Christmas tree for Cookie's granddaughter that she has custody of. The girl actually came in and watched me while I was making some of it, so she had some chance to pick what she might like on it. I started by binding two of their mini trees together, just like I did with the Halloween ones, to make it look fuller. The rest of the process is fairly obvious, though I did use a glue gun to adhere the ornaments instead of hooks or string.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMue4Eg0UkZ8QeWbp7rI1YdzEERLEdXERRQh2jx-_5N37vsiIuCPbrFO76UIXzP-bkL84GYRQHzQ0W3VoKU7NSdX4K3ZnLOsPjAKH9kPL7P_TjeABDFCZi-8CHa7Kg2FUgvCeIwZ2ntYn/s2048/IMG_20211120_181127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1413" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMue4Eg0UkZ8QeWbp7rI1YdzEERLEdXERRQh2jx-_5N37vsiIuCPbrFO76UIXzP-bkL84GYRQHzQ0W3VoKU7NSdX4K3ZnLOsPjAKH9kPL7P_TjeABDFCZi-8CHa7Kg2FUgvCeIwZ2ntYn/s320/IMG_20211120_181127.jpg" width="221" /></a></div><p>Instead of a string of lights that plugged in, I opted for LED strings that ran on AA batteries. This gave me more options for where it could be set up in her room, as I didn't have to worry about having an outlet nearby. Although it's not obvious from the picture, one string of lights had Santa faces on them, while the second had elves.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7P5yuZb8ADOOSfpT7_mr6rDkFrnuECYXLnXgcvyTM1gLvJdwG4ULvjTAoZnGmjzSnTkMMCfvM6lZgw538M79DAhQFsL0A1WjM0NXrX2ZW-UiH3tM4VodGbDrmp7tH9cHwRqn25YjgQaSC/s2048/IMG_20211120_181147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1421" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7P5yuZb8ADOOSfpT7_mr6rDkFrnuECYXLnXgcvyTM1gLvJdwG4ULvjTAoZnGmjzSnTkMMCfvM6lZgw538M79DAhQFsL0A1WjM0NXrX2ZW-UiH3tM4VodGbDrmp7tH9cHwRqn25YjgQaSC/s320/IMG_20211120_181147.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><p>I plan on using a similar design to make myself a tree to put on my desk at work. I'm also going to make a wreath, though I'm not certain of how I'll theme that one. I'm thinking of trying something of a 'Nightmare Before Christmas' theme, so the decorations can pull double duty, and just stay up from Halloween through Christmas. Personally, I think that would be an awesome family tradition.</p><p>As for spanking, there isn't any immediate plans, though there is a spanking-themed party that's coming up in early December that I've been invited to. It's a graduation party for one of the Frolicon organizers who's finishing nursing school, if I recall correctly. This is the same lady who had suggested that I run the Spanking Night at Frolicon, and who I had intended to play with but never had a great chance. This will be a chance to remedy that.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-75963587073168305822021-11-01T21:40:00.001-04:002021-11-01T21:40:11.827-04:00NaNoWriMo<p> One thing that I've done in the past few years is to let NaNoWriMo serve as a yearly kick in the ass to sit down and get some writing finished. I never get through the full month at a full thousand words a day pace, though I try to at least get some things finished or edited to bring me closer to having a piece of published work. Technically, I already have published work, but I'm not sure if self-publishing really counts. I want something a bit more official than that.</p><p>I think I first got into gear during NaNoWriMo in 2017, while I was still in Oregon with Katia. I had been wanting to write some books, and it seemed like the opportune time. While returning readers are already familiar with my kinky writing, the book (or books, really, as I intend to eventually get around to writing a series out of them) is a vanilla storyline. The first book is about a teen superheroine, so I guess that it may eventually qualify as 'young adult' reading, but we'll see how that goes.</p><p>The character is Megan Marie Jones, a recurring character that I've played in many roleplays, both freeform and tabletop. I've briefly mentioned her twice before, in <a href="https://thomassspankingexploits2.blogspot.com/2012/02/gaming-once-more.html" target="_blank">this post</a> and <a href="https://thomassspankingexploits2.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-roleplay-characters.html?zx=4fbb14017dbfe9be" target="_blank">this one</a>. Though, I never went into a great amount of detail, so I'll do that now.</p><p>Megan was 'born' in 1998 or so, when I briefly sidelined my Vince character in a friend's Marvel Superheroes game. In that version of her, she had been born with a degenerative nerve disorder, which was then cured in her youth by the secretive actions of SHIELD (Saviors of Humanity by the Intervention in the Evolution of Lifeform Deviants, aka not the good guys). As her powers developed, she was also infected with the Legacy Virus as an asymptomatic carrier, and then enrolled into Emma Frost's academy alongside the students who would be known as Generation X. (If much of this means nothing to you, then you probably haven't read many Marvel comics.)</p><p>Megan was a teen techie, gifted with phenomenal inventive intellect as well as superhuman agility and reflexes. Her creation was heavily influenced by anime girls, particularly certain mecha genre and magical girls. That first incarnation even had a talking robotic cat that she built herself. I also drew some inspiration from my favorite American comics of the time, such as Legionnaires (DC) and Cyberforce (Image/TopCow). Cyberforce, in particular, added a lot to Megan, as I loved the dynamic between Velocity (teen speedster) and Chip (teen inventive genius) in that comic. It was a much better 'ship' than Velocity/Ripclaw ever was. Megan worked out to be a combination of these two character in many ways, though it was several years before I decided to use her 'enhanced neural reaction' to justify superspeed.</p><p>In the years after that first game ended, I came back to the Megan design multiple times, reworking her into other genres besides just superheroes. This first resulted in Ilena Whitethorn, which I also mentioned in one of those previous posts as a fantasy version of the Megan idea. Later, I actually introduced Megan into fantasy directly as Princess Megan, first in a freeform RP and then in a FATE Core game. Over the years, Megan has also been a Force-wielder, a technomage, a zombie apocalypse survivor, and even Sailor Mars. She became my favorite character, to the point that I play her almost exclusively now.</p><p>So, now we can cut forward to twenty years after Megan's conception. I was playing Megan religiously, and really took the games that I played her in seriously. Whenever a game or roleplay died out, I felt a little depressed. Somehow, this started something similar to a midlife crisis. You see, I kind of identify as Megan's father, even if she's only a fictional character of my own creation. During this time, I got it into my head that if anything happened to me, I was worried about what would happen to her. I was so concerned about Megan ceasing to exist that I literally asked an online friend to be her godfather, requesting that he use her as an NPC in games if I ever suddenly stopped coming into chat.</p><p>If this seems bad, then it's probably because it is. I wanted Megan to live on, regardless of if I was here to tell the tale. It was after Katia's suggestion of doing NaNoWriMo that I actually came to the conclusion that I wanted to write some stories of my Megans that I could then share. Popular characters live on past their creators, even if only in fanfiction. This could give Megan more life than she could have with me.</p><p>So, this brings us to when I started writing. My initial plan was to write fifteen books, split into three series of five apiece. The first series, which is the one that I've already started, would be for superheroine Megan. The second, which I've done a great deal of brainstorming for, but haven't officially written anything, would be for Princess Megan, and would pull heavily from that first FATE Core game that I played her in. In fact, much of the game's content will be reworked into the fourth book in that world, with the first three books telling the stories of how they get to there. I'm still undecided on the third series, though I'm still heavily leaning towards a version of the zombie apocalypse genre. The books, as a whole, will be known as the Meganverse, which is about as derivative as I could get.</p><p>Now, I have eleven chapters written and edited to a version that I'm very satisfied with, though I'll no doubt make a few edits here and there to update certain elements. As November is upon us, I hope to get a bit more finished. I already have one scene that I want to add something to, and I then want to get started on the twelfth chapter. However, while I would love to jump right in on a thousand words before I go to bed, I know that's not going to happen with my current schedule.</p><p>So, I intend to start off slowly, first by getting that scene edited to include some foreshadowing. Then, I want to reread all eleven chapters to get myself back into the flow of the story, so I remember where I want to go at the start of chapter twelve. So, tonight, I'll find that one scene and make my changes, and then reread everything over the next day or two until I'm up to speed. At the end of the month, I'll hopefully be able to share my progress.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-3682137820872980822021-10-31T21:50:00.000-04:002021-10-31T21:50:02.864-04:00Happy Halloween!<p>There hasn't been much to report on the spanking front, and I've been too busy with the holiday to really put much effort into cleaning up the blog very much. However, I have had some time to put together some Halloween decorations. After some visits to the local dollar store, I let my creepy creative juices flow with some simple projects that came out pretty well.</p><p>The first project was a Halloween tree. It started with some Halloween trees that they were selling at Dollar Tree. By themselves, each of these orange and black trees are pretty sparse, but I found a video on YouTube that suggested tying two of them together to make the overall effect seem bushier. I then took my new hot glue gun and started attaching as much decoration as I could find, all from the same store. I primarily went with orange and purple, which I figured Cookie would enjoy. Purple is her favorite color.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgIR-t2I7Dx6tPMl4UKbs4LDGXx_mEf6WYAJa5VyVZg5I23e5nU2bXGRF8IluD_EO3VKntCoqZ-l5NAd_9yL31tQGNi4WWVTDqrt4gGtfX39_V5-ULtTboGE2anCfwwhlFhA4puXnfa6D/s2048/Halloween+crafts+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrgIR-t2I7Dx6tPMl4UKbs4LDGXx_mEf6WYAJa5VyVZg5I23e5nU2bXGRF8IluD_EO3VKntCoqZ-l5NAd_9yL31tQGNi4WWVTDqrt4gGtfX39_V5-ULtTboGE2anCfwwhlFhA4puXnfa6D/s320/Halloween+crafts+1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>I wrapped the base in purple 'webbing,' and the lights give it some flavor even in the dark. I should maybe have used more lights, though.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXs4MRG0HN9rCdDPXbo0Tbju3VnnxJJUcd1FraX1hrLC1YVjSCEJfQnAjBw_UQQjQpckBpkiuOuH9rnTG0-F-tW0yUZnVT_3Gvr6QoNB7Kiil_nhm501yj7AINYziixG4kCThfj-qT43a/s2048/Halloween+crafts+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1753" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXs4MRG0HN9rCdDPXbo0Tbju3VnnxJJUcd1FraX1hrLC1YVjSCEJfQnAjBw_UQQjQpckBpkiuOuH9rnTG0-F-tW0yUZnVT_3Gvr6QoNB7Kiil_nhm501yj7AINYziixG4kCThfj-qT43a/s320/Halloween+crafts+2.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><p>The next project that I wanted to work on was a Halloween wreath. Dollar Tree sold plastic flowers in black and purple, many with eyeballs in the center. I took one of the green foam wreath bases and used one of the flowers to press indentations into it. I then hot glued the flowers into the foam, starting with the eyeball flowers and then using the plain flowers to fill in any weak spots, along with some branches that came with them. I used some of the 'creepy cloth' that they also sell to make something like webbing behind it all.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvydJJ3HNddzDdo8nQRJEkSSJvfW470HBHPdw_ndVKTBGhzhM2mAvA1b8NyItreuMGyswokcBYpBW2XsHXwirRd4ok8jwCWSkdO0C9pTL3WWz0AaYYibRVG6L2yCfSyjqlc4ZJl0EkANif/s2048/Halloween+crafts+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1944" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvydJJ3HNddzDdo8nQRJEkSSJvfW470HBHPdw_ndVKTBGhzhM2mAvA1b8NyItreuMGyswokcBYpBW2XsHXwirRd4ok8jwCWSkdO0C9pTL3WWz0AaYYibRVG6L2yCfSyjqlc4ZJl0EkANif/s320/Halloween+crafts+3.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><p>The skull was added after I was finished, as Cookie had it in her own stuff and wanted me to include it. It lights up, so I made sure to keep the switch accessible in the back.</p><p>I still have a lot of leftover decorations that I haven't done anything with, but I'll probably save those and put them to use when the next Halloween rolls around. The glue gun was a valuable purchase, as I've already gotten a lot of use out of it.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-68632345429108377482021-10-24T20:38:00.001-04:002021-10-24T20:38:17.608-04:00Where To Go From Here<p>With eight years of downtime from blogging, it will no doubt be a challenge to get things back into full swing. I probably still won't have as much playtime as I'd like, at least until Covid starts to settle itself down, so I'll have to find other things to write about. There will also need to be other changes to the blog, based on necessity.</p><p>First of all, the file-hosting site where I kept most of my naughty pictures has long since cut off adult content. As a result, almost all of my pictures are now missing from my posts. I've already sent back and removed all of the 'Spanking Image Sunday' posts, as they really aren't doing anything. I will likely remove most of the affiliate links, too, since I don't even know how many of those spanking sites are still active. Plus, I don't really keep track of my affiliate cash, anyway.</p><p>I will likely go back and remove a lot of other posts that rely on images, or at least edit them so the lack of pictures isn't detracting from the content. I have very few of those images still available to me, at least not in a way that I can readily get to. Plus, it would be a nightmare to try to remember which pictures went on which posts. In the future, I'll just use the limited memory space that Blogger provides (which may be more than I remember, since Google acquired the service since I last blogged). If file memory becomes a problem, then I'll start deleting the older images in order to make room for newer ones.</p><p>Several of the links at the top of the page will be removed, as I no longer actively film spanking videos. It's something that I'd love to do again in the future, but I'm not in a good position to start that back up just yet. The same goes for my efforts as a professional disciplinarian, though my heart was never really into that, anyway. It just never felt right for a female to pay me for the spanking that I was all too happy to give for free.</p><p>Some of the old feature posts will make a return. I almost posted a Fantasy Friday, but decided to give myself a week to get things settled. While I enjoyed the Wednesday posts of spanking-related questions on Yahoo! Answers, that site has been taken down. I don't believe that any similar sites really fill that niche, though maybe there's spanking questions on Quora or others.</p><p>Of course, I'm open to suggestions for regular features that I can write for the enjoyment of my readers. Currently, readership is understandably low, as I've been off the grid for so long. I hope to build up my numbers over time to regain my previous visibility. Frolicon proved to me that I'm not dead, yet. I'm ready to come back with a bang.</p><p>I won't be doing any mass deletions of my old posts just yet, though I will start whittling them down in the near future. If something is still worth reading, then I'll leave it be (with the exception of any edits made because of missing pictures). I'll also peruse those old posts for any ideas on where to go forward.</p><p>Before I close this post, I did promise yesterday that I would explain about Cookie's back pain. On Friday, she went into the hospital and learned that she had an infection. She is still in the hospital undergoing treatment for that, but will hopefully be home tomorrow or the day after. I'm not sure if I should consider this a bad omen, as she really hasn't had any major issues over the past few years since I moved back in with her. Wish her well if you have any contact with her on social media.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-29153774271523483852021-10-23T22:38:00.001-04:002021-10-23T22:38:13.556-04:00Frolicon Part 3<p> Sunday was relatively quiet at Frolicon, as all of the classes and parties had wrapped up by then. There was only a vendor fair, artist's room and gaming area, to my knowledge, so a good number of people had already left for the weekend to get back to their homes. Some people remained, though, with my group being one of them.</p><p>I was meeting a young lady named Jules that morning. She wasn't attending the convention, though. She actually first met me many years ago, before I even blogged or had met Cookie. She was attending the University of Florida, and saw me for a short time for disciplinary purposes. We fell out of contact, and she graduated and moved on with her life. She spent many spankless years before she noticed one of my posts on Fetlife in the weeks prior to Frolicon. Since she wasn't that far from Atlanta, she wanted to meet up to get to know each other again, as well as to dip her toes back into the spanking water.</p><p>She had spent the night in a nearby hotel, and came over to mine after she checked out. She came up to my room and we spent a couple of hours catching up with what each of us had been doing. While we were talking, Tera texted me that she was about to leave the con, so I had her come up to visit for a few minutes and say goodbye. She had been to the vendor fair, picking up several items. She had picked up a violet wand the previous night, so she apparently enjoyed that brief session with me. She had also bragged about how well the bruises had colored since her session, which she was quick to show off for the camera.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiHcSBR1gQJj4q0YtFPsVxmPxOWileHFb-I7NcjmHNDqk03Z88D1Wf3JWPci7jrh7lrxSPlyxrj88nwKMzNwaWJ085vVNQ78dAzZ2waY6HXe31yoadYuSaU-aOo9djHaeNNCIH8IYv038/s1139/Tera+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1139" data-original-width="568" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuiHcSBR1gQJj4q0YtFPsVxmPxOWileHFb-I7NcjmHNDqk03Z88D1Wf3JWPci7jrh7lrxSPlyxrj88nwKMzNwaWJ085vVNQ78dAzZ2waY6HXe31yoadYuSaU-aOo9djHaeNNCIH8IYv038/s320/Tera+2.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was impressed with the color. As bratty as she was being, she almost received bruises on top of bruises, but she really needed to get going. After she headed out, it was time for Jules to experience spanking again, since she needed to be on the road soon, too. I took her to the bedroom, where she selected a handful of implements from my bag.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRA-iZmGkMj-9-DzViCMVGRk2r27gNIypVBhmWuijI7HgKUFxkc80mrGLrSubo4CCXy8nx2ZXK_zpLMP0R9mdZR0YIFxOH9Dj5R68LHAodvJTrle-NKD8nMMb7deUNCFfDYs0EeRFDaMbC/s2048/IMG_20211017_215331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1793" data-original-width="2048" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRA-iZmGkMj-9-DzViCMVGRk2r27gNIypVBhmWuijI7HgKUFxkc80mrGLrSubo4CCXy8nx2ZXK_zpLMP0R9mdZR0YIFxOH9Dj5R68LHAodvJTrle-NKD8nMMb7deUNCFfDYs0EeRFDaMbC/s320/IMG_20211017_215331.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She apparently didn't like her selection, as she was surprised by how painful some of the items were. I think I spent a half hour after the first spanking was finished to show her how things like weight and length could affect the intensity of an implement. She assured me that I should run a class on spanking at the next Frolicon. Since I want things to keep me busy when I attend in May, that's something that I may consider.</p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jules survived her return to the spanking world, though with a newfound respect (hatred?) for some implements. She went home after that, as she had a two-hour ride ahead of her. She says that the bruises formed up in the next day or two, though I haven't seen them. However, I did get a text from Tera later that afternoon with a better image of those marks that I put on her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpMUUnaQR8fNZGiqU4YmmVja3yNTwG8Rzk1xX2frfQ1NfR_aK4wmBE2DWuoX9b0oT3rvEfdofWILdAIbm1kyw97_9mPEo2svS4oXDuidOAidOI4SHg4145cJwIg1rWJW1uUl-oMmrGwFM/s2048/Tera+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpMUUnaQR8fNZGiqU4YmmVja3yNTwG8Rzk1xX2frfQ1NfR_aK4wmBE2DWuoX9b0oT3rvEfdofWILdAIbm1kyw97_9mPEo2svS4oXDuidOAidOI4SHg4145cJwIg1rWJW1uUl-oMmrGwFM/s320/Tera+3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The final young lady on my dance card was Cookie, since we never get to play at home. She came up to my room and dressed down for a thorough session with the violet wand. I have been primarily focusing on using the device for sensation play, which Cookie has expressed I've been doing well at. After a satisfying session with electricity, we moved on to spanking, though we didn't play for very long. Cookie's back started bothering her, as it had been doing over the weekend, and she couldn't stay across my lap or bent over for too long. We found out later that this was a sign of something bigger, but I'll cover that in another post.</p><p style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday morning, the three of us packed up and then headed home. I wasn't ready to normal just yet, so it was fortunate that I didn't actually have to go in to work until Wednesday. It still seemed too soon, though.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-51869747494010458962021-10-20T21:59:00.000-04:002021-10-20T21:59:56.837-04:00Frolicon Part 2<p> I had a few more things on Saturday to do, though my initial intentions didn't include spanking. There were two classes for the violet wand in the morning, a 101 and 201 class. Cookie had been insisting that I take up the violet wand, so I had purchased an inexpensive unit and been practicing on her. I attended the first class and was able to pick up a few ideas, though much of it was about very specific attachments that I didn't have. I moved in and out of the room for a bit until the 201 class, which was when Cookie was going to demo bottom for the presenter. It was still interesting to watch, but I quickly realized that he was covering the exact same information as the 101 class, so I bailed.</p><p>There was a discussion scheduled in the gaming room for character design and world-building, but the schedule had the wrong time on the sheet. Still, the event wasn't rigidly arranged, as it was really just an open conversation about games that we'd been in or ran ourselves. So, I sat down with the organizer and one other person and just chatted for a bit about our gaming interests.</p><p>The rest of the day went by quickly, as I didn't have much to do. I went back and forth between the con floor and my hotel suite, hoping for one of my potential playmates to contact me back. This is how I proceeded until about five in the afternoon, when Cookie had asked me to come back their room to watch things for a bit while they were busy elsewhere. The theme of this year's Frolicon was Halloween, so there was going to be trick-or-treating. Cookie and her partner were giving out candy and something called 'chocolate cake shots,' which I had no interest in. I was supposed to pass out candy until they were free after a half hour.</p><p>However, they were late to that event, so they were able to handle the candy by themselves. I was going to mill about, but ended up sticking around their room to hang out. It was during this time that I was texting Tera, one of those potential playmates, who had said that she was trick-or-treating on another floor. I told her where Cookie's room was, since she could come up to get some candy or alcohol and meet me in the process.</p><p>She did come by and try one of the shots, and then sat on the bed for a bit. It only took a few minutes of her sitting there for it to bore into my head that it was a subtle nod that she was interested in playtime. She apparently wasn't interested in trick-or-treating. She also said that she 'needed to get some food,' which is a call to action for any spanker. We disappeared from Cookie's room and headed out to get some food around the corner before taking her back to my suite to eat and play.</p><p>I introduced her to my current toybag (which I will no doubt need to cover in a post in the near future), and had her pick out a few implements that she thought she'd like to try out. She was also curious about the violet wand, as she'd never experienced one. So, we started with that, though I prefaced the experience by stating that was almost a complete newbie with the device. Despite that, she seemed quite pleased with how the violet wand felt.</p><p>Since my real experience is with spanking, though, we soon moved on to having her across my lap, with the curtains open since she's also a bit of an exhibitionist. She is definitely a wiggler, and a brat (as if that wasn't obvious by her subtle way of inviting me to playtime in Cookie's room). She can also take one heck of a spanking, even if she was giggling through most of it. While we had set out a few implements that I would have needed her bent over for, we never made it that far, as her endorphins were flying high, and her bottom was already clearly marked.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprRl9U5JV0YGL6pkPFmw8B5TWbfurZfy77KwwCmiIDDNN8DhLq6z3X1gi_bzjMXmoJCC3CQZafu5XoVwBwQkfk4GI2HR4qIeOEZKQ2fHyx2rgfLYjpdPqweCYEmfx-DTCox-88jZ_NRq6/s2048/Tera+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1854" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhprRl9U5JV0YGL6pkPFmw8B5TWbfurZfy77KwwCmiIDDNN8DhLq6z3X1gi_bzjMXmoJCC3CQZafu5XoVwBwQkfk4GI2HR4qIeOEZKQ2fHyx2rgfLYjpdPqweCYEmfx-DTCox-88jZ_NRq6/s320/Tera+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, that was a good point to have her rest. I snuggled with her for a bit, arguing with her about her intention of sleeping in her car. Since I had plenty of empty space on my bed, I informed her that she would be sleeping there if she didn't have someplace safe to go, or if I decided that she was too high on endorphins to drive. To get her blood flowing, we went back downstairs to where the 'Most Spankable Ass' contest was being held. Once in the con area, she went topless, which I didn't complain about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She eventually wanted to check out the voyeurism/exhibitionism party, which was going on at the same time as the contest. Since that's not my thing, and she was coherent enough to be on her own, I allowed her to wander off. I also went in and out as the contest was playing out, though came back in time to see one of the members of Friday's brat pack take the top prize. I can't say that I'm surprised.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tera was also back by then, since there wasn't much going on at the party. We hung out for a bit more, but she wanted to head over to her boyfriend's place. Again, she was coherent by then, so I agreed to walk her to her car to make sure that she was safe before saying goodbye for the night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I hope that I'm not missing any details, but I'm sure that there's something that has slipped my mind. I may not get to the last day of Frolicon before this weekend, but I'll try to make a few posts about other random bits of my current life to fill that gap.</div></div>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-36190043093743995742021-10-19T23:07:00.000-04:002021-10-19T23:07:05.960-04:00Frolicon: Part 1<p> As I said yesterday, I was finally able to get myself back to a kinky event. Frolicon is a healthy combination of the fetish lifestyles with geeky pursuits. The last Frolicon was back in 2019, having skipped 2020 because of Covid. The convention is also usually earlier in the year, though it was held in October this time, again because of scheduling problems caused by Covid concerns. Next year, it should be back in May, when it normally occurs.</p><p>This was actually my first Frolicon, so I wasn't completely sure of what to expect. I have a tendency to not trust 'mainstream' fetish events, as I'm doubtful of being able to find spankos to put across my lap. Plus, I've been out of the scene for over eight years, and I'm also a lot older. I considered my chances of finding play to be uncertain, at best. Still, it was a chance to get back into things, and one of the organizers had approached me to run a spanking event at the con. If there were spankos around, then running a spanking-specific event would surely lead me to them.</p><p>The group that I was traveling with, including Cookie, headed out Thursday morning for the trip, arriving early and getting checked in. I reserved a suite, though I've decided that I probably didn't need to do that. It was too much room for what I was using it for, and I didn't have any mass gatherings up there. Next time, I'll probably go with a smaller room. I'll still get a room by myself, as I did find the privacy to be convenient.</p><p>Thursday had several classes and panels, though I didn't really see anything that caught my attention. I did visit the gaming room a few times, but I was primarily looking for roleplaying games (Dungeons & Dragons, et al), which I didn't see being played. I thought about running something myself, but wasn't sure if anyone would have been interested. It's something that I'll consider for next time, though. The primary focus in the room was board and card games, particularly things like Flux, Munchkin, Cards Against Humanity and others. So, most of the day/night was spent observing the various kinks in action, though not participating.</p><p>The next morning, I woke up and had breakfast, meeting a young lady who goes by Ann in the scene after I'd eaten. We had talked on Fetlife about the spanking event, as well as other interests. For instance, I've been playing Pokemon Go for a few years (I couldn't fit all of my new endeavors in yesterday's post), and she enjoys the game, as well. She apparently doesn't have the luck that I have for finding 'shiny' pokemon, so I traded her a shiny Rufflet for her spare shiny Rayquaza. The trade went lucky, which doesn't mean anything to most of you, I'm guessing, but other Pokemon Go players will recognize that as a good thing.</p><p>Anyway, we both had other things to do that morning, though save that name in your mind for later. Ann will be the star for the later parts of this post. I wandered around the con for a bit more that day, though the majority of my time was spent preparing for the spanking event, which was scheduled from 8pm-10pm. I had decided to split it into two parts, with the first part having spanking icebreakers and party games, while the second part was a roleplayed scene with a school theme. Willing attendees could come forward as students who were accused of misbehavior, and the disciplinary board (with myself as the principal, and some other Toppy types participating as deans and other faculty) would sit in judgment and decide the student's punishment.</p><p>I had two primary fears... The first was that attendance would be bleak, and I've had prepared all of that for nothing. The second was that attendance would be through the roof, and I wouldn't be prepared for it. The end result was sort of both, but I'll get to that in a moment.</p><p>I set up the room to be split into two sections, one for each part of the event. In the back of the room, I set up stations for the various games that I'd come up with. The front of the room was where the disciplinary hearing was going to be, with chairs turned to face the board members. At the moment, this seemed like the most logical setup. Hindsight is 20/20, though, and I'll definitely change some things for next time.</p><p>People started gathering a few minutes before the official starting time, and the crowd grew consistently once the party started. There was definitely a lot of spanking going on, but things were getting very chaotic. The separation of areas that I'd set up quickly became moot, as the spankings spilled over into the disciplinary hearing section. Everyone was enjoying themselves, though, so that much was good.</p><p>I'm not sure how much the games were used, as my initial focus was on running a round of a game that I named Troublemaker, which was based on another game called Werewolf. If you don't recognize that game, then another similar idea is Among Us. I'm not going to go into the details of the game, though I'll happily post a version of the rules in a future blog entry.</p><p>Ann was playing for that round, though she was singled out immediately by the Troublemaker players for elimination. It was decided that eliminated players would get five strokes as the penalty (assuming that they're a spankee), so she was sent off to her fate. Those who played this round seemed to enjoy it, though the noise of the room did interfere with communication between players. This was probably worsened by the masks that we had to wear, which muffled anything that was said. After the Troublemakers won the first round, I didn't continue on with a second one.</p><p>Another game that seemed to be popular was Fibber's Dice, though I didn't witness this personally. Given the chaos of that first part of the event, I may move those games to a different location next time, perhaps holding them as separate activities in the gaming room.</p><p>Eventually, we had to get the chaos under control to hold the disciplinary hearing. This was when the attendance went from packing the room to almost empty, but there was still plenty of people to participate and observe. Discipline forms had been available throughout the con and at the start of the event, so these were turned in so we could then call up the naughty students for discipline. Communication was again an issue, as I couldn't project my voice very well, especially while wearing a mask. I sometimes had someone else do the yelling for me, though.</p><p>A handful of girls, including Ann, became a brat pack who were interacting with the faculty and causing 'trouble' in the room. I believe that their official name is now the 'Dungeon Gremlins,' though I'll stick to brat pack.</p><p>I had two Tops who were set up as deans to handle most of the spankings, assuming that the spankees didn't have their own spankers to handle that. The other faculty also assisted with spankings when possible, though I remained in my seat until the very end as the MC for the event. The last student to approach the board was Ann, who had already been spanked once by me for a few swats while the event was transitioning from games to scene. She was adamant that the principal should be responsible for giving her swats, subtly suggesting that I should come from behind the table to take part in the festivities. Leaving another faculty member in charge while I dealt with her, I ended the event with a young lady across my lap. As of Friday evening, Ann was the only spanking play that I had formally had, so I was very appreciative of the extra effort to make sure that my spanking hand got some practice in. It wasn't the only play that I got that weekend, but it was certainly a good start.</p><p>As things were winding down, I invited the few remaining people back to my suite if they wanted to continue the spanking play, and then I went up there after cleaning up the room that we used. No one took me up on that offer, so I just relaxed in my room for the remainder of the night. This gave me plenty of opportunity to muse on what changes could be made to have things flow smoother for the next time.</p><p>First of all, I think I'll split the two parts into separate events, and may even switch the order so the scene comes first, before everything descends into the chaos of spanking games and open playtime. If there's a brief intermission between the two parts, that will probably be even better, and it wouldn't hurt to have microphones or some other way to properly project our voices to wrangle people to where they need to be or give instructions.</p><p>I want to switch out the spanking games, based on what I think worked and what didn't. I think a spanking scavenger hunt would be a good option to include, having each player go from person to person to find someone who has performed a certain activity, own a certain implement, etc... As I said before, Troublemaker and Fibber's Dice may deserve their own place in the schedule, so I'll look into doing that.</p><p>I may even consider doing some classes or panels on spanking, but I have until May to put all of these ideas together. For now, I'm going to end this post here, and then move on to Saturday's events when I put up tomorrow's entry.</p>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-92153389394227074542021-10-18T22:27:00.003-04:002021-10-18T22:32:19.237-04:00What I've Been Doing<div>Wow, it's been over eight years since I've last posted here, as well as since I've last been active in the scene in any manner that's accountable. I've had scattered playtime every now and again, but not in an amount that would make posting here worthwhile. I've recently been able to dip my toes back into the scene, but I'll save the details for a post tomorrow. For tonight's post, I'm going to catch you up on eight years of my life that have passed since my last post.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the time of my last post, I was still looking for a job after the Wholesale Tool that I had worked for shut down. I was eventually able to pick up a job at another golf course, which I had promised myself that I wouldn't do. Still, it was something. I worked at this course for about two years. During that time, both Cookie and Katia moved to other states, with Cookie moving to North Carolina and then New York, and Katia moving to Oregon where she had a house that she needed to prep for sale. My mother also died during this time period. Eventually, the stress of the job, mixed with a really bad new boss, caused me to quit. I had previously been staying in an apartment with a few other kinky gamers that I knew, but they had found a house that they wanted to move into, so I had been living in my car or staying with my father on and off during that time.</div><div><br /></div><div>As it had been previously, job hunting was unproductive. Eventually, my savings tapped out, and my options weren't far behind. Katia offered for me to stay with her in Oregon, where I could help get her home ready to sell, which she was waiting to do until her daughter graduated. I chose to take her up on the offer, selling my car and then getting a plane ticket on the same day. Finding a job was a bit easier, as we were close to the Harry &amp; David home office, and I was very good at customer service. I found a very lucrative seasonal job there (they are busiest during the holidays, Thanksgiving-&gt;Easter), and didn't have to do too many sales since my skills were perfect for a higher position just above customer service (labeled 'customer service support'). Between seasons, I was able to get work through a temp agency, first as an assembler at Walmart, and then as a stacker at a veneer mill. There was very little play during this time, as the local scene wasn't much to speak of, and Katia and I couldn't play often with her daughter in the home. I did, however, use one NaNoWriMo as an excuse to start writing a vanilla book (or fifteen, as I'm actually planning three book sets), though I have yet to finish those.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once the daughter graduated and the home was sold, I helped Katia get moved to Idaho, and then took a bus back to Florida for a few months to stay with another bottom that I'd had playtime with. The job market wasn't any better down there than I had remembered it, and even the temp agencies were dry, so then moved back up north to a small town in New York to stay with Cookie and her family. While her own kids are now grown, she now had custody of one of her grandchildren, so play was still sparse. Plus, while we do still play, we are now more like extended family, and not lovers. She has other connections in that department. I stayed with her in New York for a year or so, and then we moved back down to North Carolina.</div><div><br /></div><div>It took a bit of time to get things rolling, but a temp agency was able to find me a job that I still have, doing tech support for fire alarms and similar devices. There was also a decent fetish scene here in Greensboro, so I was hopeful that I could at least get around to dipping my feet back into the kinky water.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, Covid happened, which set all of that back a few steps. I was able to get some haphazard play with Cookie when the opportunities arose, but it was few and far between. Now, almost two years since the pandemic started, there's at least been a few attempts at getting back to normal. I was able to attend a kinky convention this past weekend, which I'll post about tomorrow. It was a fun return to the scene, though it did take some time to pick up some speed, and I'm a lot older than I used to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I'm genuinely hoping that I'll be able to come back to this blog and get things rolling again. I don't expect to post with the consistency that I used to, though I'd like to bring back a few of my old features that were popular. At some point, I'm going to have to do a lot of editing on this page, as I've already noticed that my image hosting for naughty pictures has fallen away. I'll probably go back and delete a lot of useless posts that are just taking up space, as well as the links in the sidebar. I don't know what changes I may make, and I'm not sure what changes they've made to Blogger since I've been gone. I guess it'll be a learning experience.</div>ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-44949455602862028482013-07-08T10:25:00.000-04:002013-07-08T10:25:00.058-04:00Blog on HoldI'm going to be honest, but I really haven't had the drive to keep my blogs going recently, so I'm going to be putting them on hold until further notice. While I'm not losing my interest in spanking, I just haven't had that much to write about, as there isn't a lot of spanking-related things going on in my life at the moment. There hasn't been any parties, or chances to meet new people, or even anything interesting for me to say. I've been trying to keep up with things like my Sunday and Wednesday posts, but that's really just going through the motions.<br />
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Plus, recent changes to Blogger may force me to make some changes around here, too, since all of my affiliate banners will have to go if I want to follow their new terms. That effectively would shut down my "Thomas's Picks" blog. I could move my blogs to another host, or even self-host, but I don't have the funds at the moment for such an undertaking.<br />
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So, for the moment, I'm just going to keep my blogs quiet until I actually have something to say, again.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-80594725878824316932013-06-13T11:58:00.001-04:002013-06-13T11:58:48.034-04:00Intermittent PostingAs some may have noticed, I really haven't been posting regularly in the past few weeks. Other than a few weekly features, I haven't been posting at all, and even those have been late. My Sunday post was actually put up on Tuesday, and I skipped my Wednesday post of Yahoo! Answers completely. Since I still don't have internet at my house, I have to bide my time for when I can get online to post. Although I can access the internet on my cellphone, and sometimes on the laptop if I drive somewhere to borrow wifi, I can't make my usual posts on either of those devices. As such, I can really only post my usual topics on the few days that I can make it over to Katia's place to borrow her internet connection and computer.<br />
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So, for the next few weeks, my blog will probably be pretty sparse. Even my picture blog, Thomas's Picks, will probably fall behind. I'm actually posting today for this week, which means that I have to go back to post for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday before I can post for today's and the rest of the week. Please be patient with me during these tough financial times.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-58838180251358249632013-06-05T11:50:00.001-04:002013-06-05T11:50:48.211-04:00Spanking On Yahoo! AnswersThe following are real questions posed on Yahoo! Answers, all of which are currently active at the time of this blog entry. Please forgive the punctuation and grammar, as I copied the questions directly as they appeared on Yahoo!<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ams6xwcxVTvwT1Zp0NiSGPnq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130604085205AAPH5qE">Do you believe in physical discipline of adults?</a> (If they’re female.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=ArdTVATPDjn_Dccs64Aqepzq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130604084409AAXD6A2">Is it true that in the previous years men had the right to put their women over the knee and spank them?</a> (I’m sure that some people assumed that they did.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AqQNMgv0XySFFHht71TyZrnq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130603145541AADfAJ3">Do people with spanking fetishes pretend to cry when they are spanked or it's for real?</a> (I guess it depends on the spanking.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ar7nY9PopxlYi10D10WWGJ7q1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130603083849AAdD5Gk">When was the last time you gave your partner a good spanking for disciplinary purposes?</a> (Far too long ago, so she’s overdue.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AiRR5ojz1mqk7nIxc8OJDPPq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130605052428AAFK76R">What forms of wife beating should be legal?</a> (None. Spanking isn’t beating, though.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AnFWbCft1fYQSNCBrJ7TLCTq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130603164206AAf1cPA">Why do some people like to be spanked?</a> (Because it’s hot!)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvwxvpZWDxQd1GQ5Ms0hmlrq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130602061750AAkDurZ">Should a man be allowed to spank his wife's butt when she does something wrong?</a> (If she agrees to be disciplined by him.)<br />
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Prior to answering today’s questions, I was at 81% for “best answers” on questions that I’d answered in the previous weeks. (That’s 413 “best answers” out of 511 questions.) I added seven questions to the mix, bringing my percentage to 80% until this week’s questions resolve, either by a best answer being chosen or by questions being deleted. I will post my ongoing stats each week.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-84685553078778995022013-05-31T20:00:00.000-04:002013-05-31T20:00:00.474-04:00Fantasy FridayI step up to the podium, ready to address the other members of my graduating class. As the valedictorian, it has been my honor and duty to write and deliver the commencement address for the ceremony. As I speak, I look down to the front row seats where I had been moments before. Next to my own chair is the salutorian, who gave a very touching speech at the beginning of the event, focusing on the memories of our years at this college. She's an attractive young lady, and I've had my eye on her since first meeting her at the start of my first year.<br />
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Once my speech is complete, I return to my seat just in time for the procession to begin, which means that I only have a few seconds before I have to stand back up. According to our school's tradition, I will be at the front of the line to receive my diploma first, followed by the salutorian. Behind the two of us will be the other students who graduated with honors, and then the rest of the graduating class by alphabet. I smile as the sheepskin is placed in my hand, shaking the headmaster's hand firmly before walking off of the stage. I move a bit slower at this point, allowing the salutorian a chance to almost catch up before we take our seats.<br />
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With the rest of our row still on the stage, and the row behind us already moving to join the line, I quickly whisper into her ear while there is a moment of relative privacy. I remind her of a bet that we made back in our first year, one which I have just won. At first, she seems oblivious of what I'm referring to, but a few more hints are enough to jog her memory, bringing a blush to her cheeks. We had known, even back then, that the race for class valedictorian would be between the two of us, so we made a wager about who would take that vaulted title. Having succeeded, I'm now ready to for the terms of our bet to be honored.<br />
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That will have to wait, though, since this is neither the time, nor the place, for such things. I wait patiently, though, reminding her that I'll be at my apartment later tonight. We can attend to it at that time, when she's ready. The rest of the ceremony drags by slowly, as much because of the monotony as my own anticipation for tonight. Once the caps have flown through the air, I quickly exchange as many pleasantries as possible before excusing myself from the event. I want to get back home quickly so I can make everything just right.<br />
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As afternoon gives way to evening, I have things set up how I want them. I am still wearing the shirt and tie that I had on underneath my graduation gown. I also have dinner waiting in the kitchen, in case she's willing to stay for a bit after we've handled our wager. I'm a bit nervous, though, as I can't even be certain that she'll take the bet seriously, since it was made four years ago when we were both brash about our prospects. I know that I have to accept the possibility that she might not show up, at all. My fears are alleviated, though, when I hear the knock at the door.<br />
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I'm not expecting any other visitors, but I'm nonetheless pleased when I see my classmate waiting as I open the door. She is dressed in a white blouse and a plaid pleated miniskirt. I don't know if this is something that had been hidden in her closet, perhaps a part of her life that I didn't know about, or if she went out tonight to buy it just for our rendezvous. It really doesn't matter, as I'm quite happy with how it looks on her, and tell her as much as I'm inviting her into my apartment.<br />
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Once I close the door behind her, I immediately fall into character for the scene. I take a seat on the couch, telling her to come and stand by me. She complies, her eyes downcast as she also plays the mood. Once she is standing within easy reach, I start to playfully scold her as part of our bet. I tell her that second place is very good for everyone else, but that we aren't happy with anything less than first in this house. I tell her that she must be punished so she learns to try harder next time.<br />
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Sh starts to utter pretend apologies to me, fully assuming the role of the schoolgirl who's fell just short of the high expectations that her family has for her. I tell her that her apologies can wait, and my hands wrap around her waist to pull her forward. There is a moment of hesitation before she allows herself to be taken over my lap, a part of her still unable to believe that she agreed to this. Still, a bet is a bet, and she doesn't plan on going back on her word.<br />
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With her bottom raised invitingly over my knee, I reach down to take the hemline of her skirt and raise it up, folding it neatly against her back. I then slip both of my thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties, sliding the garment down to the young woman's knees. I can feel her fidget slightly during this process of baring her lovely rump, quite certain that her other set of cheeks must surely be blushing at the moment. Her lower cheeks would soon be wearing a similar blush, of course.<br />
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I rest my palm on the quivering flesh of her bottom, enjoying the feel of it. I'd been dreaming of his day for four years, and would be lying if I said that it wasn't a driving force behind my grade performance. I turned down a lot of party invites, as well as a request to join a fraternity, so my academic performance wouldn't suffer for it. I had made up my mind that I would earn the highest honors that the school has, simply so I could enjoy this very moment.<br />
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She waits silently as the inevitable slowly comes to fruition. When my hand pulls away, she tenses in instant anticipation of the swat that soon follows. No manner of preparation can truly ready her for the sensation, though, and she gasps in surprise at just how much even one swat hurts. Wiggling to express her discomfort, she still can do little as my palm peppers her pert backside with stinging blows, covering both cheeks with an unfamiliar feeling as the pain sets in. Just to be sure, I keep a firm grip around her waist, so her struggles won't interfere with the outcome.<br />
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As the heat in her backside grows with every swat, so do the miniscule vocalizations that she's been trying to hide, hoping to oblige the bet without losing her dignity. It's hard to be dignified, though, when your panties are down around your knees. Now, as the building pain becomes increasingly more difficult to withstand, her yelps and squeals start to echo in the small room. Her squirming mirrors this sentiment, as keeping her still is becoming something of a challenge, though one that I'm easily capable of. Her kicking legs are merely rewarded with harder swats to her reddening tush.<br />
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Soon, the first sniffle catches my attention, as tears start to collect at the corners of her eyes, ready to spill over. The intent of this spanking isn't to punish, only to appease my own desires, as well as the bet. So, rather than beating her to tears, I end with ten of the hardest swats that I can muster. The sudden intensity coaxes the streams to flow out of the girl's eyes, but stops long before she's a sobbing mess. It's also enough to satisfy my latent desires, at least for now.<br />
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As my grip lessens, she still squirms across my lap, but makes no move to actually free herself from the position. Instead, she is eagerly accepting the gentle touch as my hand massages her hot flesh. When I feel that she's ready to get up, I help her to her feet and offer her a hug now that the bet has been fulfilled. To my surprise, she not only accepts the hug, but sits down on my lap with her arms wrapped around me, happy for the closeness now that her bottom is cooling down. I allow her to lean against my chest, wiping away a few stray tears that still rest on her pretty face.<br />
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When she is finally ready to stand on her own, she gets up and fixes her skirt and panties, glad to have her modesty back. I tell her that I already have dinner waiting in the kitchen, if she'd like to join me. She accepts, and I take her hand to walk her to my dining room, where I already have a chair waiting with a pillow on it, just for her. Like I said, I wanted everything to be perfect for her. After all, since she hasn't ran off already, there's a good chance that there might be a chance for the two of us as a couple, as well as the possibility of several more trips over my lap.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-82448111629643388372013-05-29T16:47:00.002-04:002013-05-29T16:47:31.570-04:00Spanking On Yahoo! AnswersThe following are real questions posed on Yahoo! Answers, all of which are currently active at the time of this blog entry. Please forgive the punctuation and grammar, as I copied the questions directly as they appeared on Yahoo!<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvSvMmC7YvPguCseJ.DmSjLq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130528212030AAiKQK5">Why does spanking turn people on as adults?</a> (Because it’s fun.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AgX6xoNLJWAQWKlManav0L7q1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130528092514AAIRlLX">Why do some men like to spank their partners?</a> (… Because it’s fun…)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AphXKh_SbV5bbg67rvyfHLnq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130528174358AArWBZb">Would anyone like to explain this to me?</a> (Sure.)<br />
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Prior to answering today’s questions, I was at 81% for “best answers” on questions that I’d answered in the previous weeks. (That’s 410 “best answers” out of 508 questions.) I added three questions to the mix, bringing my percentage to 80% until this week’s questions resolve, either by a best answer being chosen or by questions being deleted. I will post my ongoing stats each week.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-42017434483324989302013-05-27T17:04:00.001-04:002013-05-27T17:04:20.896-04:00Memorial Weekend SpankingsWell, it’s been crazy trying to keep track of online things for these past few days, either running over to Katia’s place to use her computer, or “borrowing” a hotel’s internet signal to get some things done. When I’m at home, though, I’m stuck with just my phone, which makes many things difficult. It’s better than nothing, though, and I’m hoping that things will clear up soon and we can get our internet back.<br />
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Regardless, I’ve been able to get around to blistering some backsides this past weekend, which is a pleasant change for me. It started when I was able to have Isabella come out to visit me for a bit. It’s been a few months since her last session, so she was painfully overdue. Plus, the extended wait made her somewhat sensitive, so the spanking probably seemed a lot worse to her than it actually was. Armed with my hand and a few implements, though, I made up for those missed months of no spankings, and it showed when I got a picture of the results.<br />
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Next on my list was Katia, who I met with on Saturday for her session. She was due, thankfully for her backside, for a stress relief session. It was to be, however, a very intense therapy session, going through seven or so implements of varying intensity. Also, since she hadn’t been spanked in a comparable time to Isabella, she was also more sensitive than she would normally be. Plus, those tender spots that bloat up and bleed are always bothersome, particularly during such an intense scene. The results weren’t pretty.<br />
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So, at least I have that going for me. There’s still plenty of problems, such as my ongoing search for a job, but I’ll figure out something. I can only hope that I have things settled before Fetishcon, since I’d hate to miss out on that opportunity this year. The past three years have been good to me, and I’d like to continue to attend. However, it currently doesn’t look good.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-74621428034965137692013-05-25T17:25:00.001-04:002013-05-25T17:25:06.727-04:00Posting IssuesPosts over the next few weeks may be late or nonexistent, except for those that I already have scheduled. As I’ve been telling my readers for quite some time, I’ve been in something of a financial situation since losing my job in early February. In order to keep everything of importance going, we’ve had to make some sacrifices. Recently, our cable and internet became one of those sacrifices. Until we’re able to get things back in order, I’ll have to post when I can by borrowing internet from friends, like when I visit Katia.<br />
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Aside from my internet problems, though, I have been able to meet with some of my bottoms and dish out some spankings over the past few days, so I’ll hopefully post about those on Monday, along with pictures of some red bottoms. Both Katia and Isabelle have gone a while without a spanking (Isabelle more than Katia), so they both showed a lot of color on their backsides after a proper warming. I’m sure that my readers will enjoy reading about it and seeing the results.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-79171776654689923012013-05-24T20:00:00.000-04:002013-05-24T20:00:03.009-04:00Fantasy FridayThe young broker assistant comes into my office as instructed, certain that her fate is bleak. She lost a considerable amount of money for my stock brokerage, and now has to face me and explain exactly why it happened. The investments that she made were specifically advised against my our analysts, yet she apparently went against these recommendations. When the stocks floundered, we had to scramble to control the damage.<br />
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Now, before anyone else has arrived to work, she sits across from me, my expression dour as I consider her offenses. Until this day, she has been allowed some minimal trading tasks, more to give her experience than anything else. As long as she followed the advice of our analysts, she really couldn't go wrong. I was surprised, then, when I received the report of how far from the mark she went. Those kinds of mistakes aren't taken lightly in my company.<br />
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Gathering my wits about me, I start to discuss her trading tactics with her, trying to understand how she normally does things. Everything that she tells me is right in line with company thinking, just as she's been trained. However, her actions on the past day clearly take a different route than what she normally does. Pressing the issue, I ask her why she didn't follow the same protocol yesterday. She responds by saying that she received advice that she felt she couldn't ignore, which suggested that the stocks in question were a good option.<br />
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Interested in the source of her market advice, I question her on it, but she is slow to give an answer, even blushing lightly at the mention of it. I push her for an answer, though, telling her that she is in no position to keep any kind of professional secrets after the damage that she's caused. She nods, holding her head down as she slowly admits the source of her advice. She had eaten Chinese for lunch, and it had been inside of her fortune cookie.<br />
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I am positively livid at this point, and the young lady cringes in expectation of my ire. I reprimand her for putting the security of my business at risk because of some random faith in good luck. I tell her that we build fortunes, not tell them. She nervously swallows the saliva in her mouth, unable to say anything in reply.<br />
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Taking a few deep breaths, I look across my desk to the young lady, clearly exasperated with her, but willing to give her a second chance if she chooses to take it. I remind her that, according to the terms of her contract, she has two options before her after a mistake like this one. She may resign willingly, taking the usual severance package, or she may accepted the predetermined disciplinary action. She swallows hard once more, knowing that she isn't too thrilled with either prospect, especially given the disciplinary action that she'd agreed to when she signed the contract. She can't help but wonder how she could look her coworkers in the eyes if she agrees to that.<br />
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Her job, though, is apparently more valuable to her than her dignity, as she meekly speaks up to say that she chooses disciplinary action. Picking up the phone, I tell my secretary that I'm not to be disturbed for the rest of the day while I'm in the office. She understands my meaning, as this isn't the first time that these methods have been used. Not only has she overheard them on numerous occasions from her desk just outside of my door, but she's experienced them on a couple of occasions. She would see to it that no one else would get close enough to my office door to discover the nature of the activities within.<br />
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I stand, instructing her to follow me as I walk to a chair against the wall. I pull it out further into the center of the room, facing it so it points directly towards my desk. I then sit, motioning for her to stand next to me. Once she is in place, I direct her to lift her skirt, as well as her slip if she's wearing one, and then take down her panties and pantyhose. She shudders at the thought of undressing for her boss, but complies, moving as slowly as possible to prolong her modesty.<br />
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Inevitably, she soon stands next to me with her lower half exposed. I then take her by her waist and pull her across my lap, ready to begin. She already knows what she has done wrong, so there is no point in scolding her any further like a naughty child. It is time for the punishment to begin. My hand falls sharply on the woman's pert cheeks, followed by a loud gasp as the girl's mind processes the pain that it now experiences. She has little time to truly reflect on her condition, though, as more swats quickly follow, each coaxing a yelp or cry out of the girl's lips as the sensation spreads through her nether regions.<br />
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As the heat builds in her backside, she starts to kick and squirm across my lap. She's not really trying to escape, but just unable to remain still during such an experience. I maintain a firm grip around her waist to keep her in place, and watch her legs to make sure that they don't get in the way of the raining slaps upon her bottom. Fortunately, her panties and pantyhose are restraining her enough that she really can't kick that high, making her efforts that much more futile.<br />
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Tears begin to stream from the young woman's eyes as the pain really begins to get to her after a few minutes of nonstop spanking. The color on one set of cheeks now almost matches the blush on her other set of cheeks for being in this position in the first place. Given her transgression, though, I want her bottom to be crimson, not just pink, so the spanking continues. When I finally reach the color that I'm looking for, the assistant is sobbing bitterly, feeling so sorry for herself and the position that she's sadly placed herself in.<br />
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Satisfied that her bottom is suitably sore, I end the spanking and give her a few moments to compose herself. I then stand her up and walk her to the section of wall where the chair had originally been. I have her put her nose up against it and her hands on her head, standing there penitently to think about her behavior. Just to be certain that the punishment is suitably embarrassing, I fold her skirt and slip into themselves so they won't fall down to cover her aching bottom. She will be standing here for a while.<br />
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I then return to my desk to accomplish some work while she stands there. Her punishment is far from over, as I'll be spanking her again every hour on the hour for the rest of the workday. The only break that she'll receive is at noon, when she will instead by spanked by my secretary while I'm at a lunch meeting. I guarantee that she'll use more conventional methods of trading stocks in the future.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-1072869284087687122013-05-22T23:51:00.001-04:002013-05-22T23:51:18.086-04:00Spanking On Yahoo! AnswersThe following are real questions posed on Yahoo! Answers, all of which are currently active at the time of this blog entry. Please forgive the punctuation and grammar, as I copied the questions directly as they appeared on Yahoo!<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AjqvExQ2D2T836UI.oBsos7q1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130522013008AAX9ORd">How many men would like to spank your wife? Domestic Discipline?</a> (I certainly would.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AkFpgrBgruQa_TGrNn8Zknrq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130519200349AAWgxhw">What is spanking therapy? and what is the difference from corporal discipline?</a> (Both are serious, but discipline is specifically unfun. Admittedly, therapy isn’t fun, either, but more of someplace in the middle.)<br />
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Prior to answering today’s questions, I was at 81% for “best answers” on questions that I’d answered in the previous weeks. (That’s 408 “best answers” out of 506 questions.) I added two questions to the mix, bringing my percentage to 80% until this week’s questions resolve, either by a best answer being chosen or by questions being deleted. I will post my ongoing stats each week.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-38387401420752005052013-05-17T03:02:00.000-04:002013-05-17T03:02:06.242-04:00Flash Fiction Friday "Her Eyes"<i>Flash Fiction Fridays are a new feature that I’ll be participating in to add to my Friday post options. You may find instructions on Flash Fiction Fridays <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/p/flash-fiction-friday.html">here</a> and the original entry for this Friday can be found <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/2013/05/fff-may-13-her-smile.html">here</a>. As an added treat to my readers, each segment that I write for a Flash Fiction Friday Segment will later be worked into one of my own short spanking stories or books in my <a href="http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/ThomasEldersIII">online store</a>, perhaps as a story starter. Enjoy the reading.</i><br />
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<strong>Keyword</strong> = Her smile<br />
<strong>Word Limit</strong> = 350 <i>(628, on a technicality)</i><br />
<strong>Extra Credit</strong> = Tell us a favorite sexual memory <i>(Well, I remember the first orgasm that I gave Cookie. It was out in the woods, bent over the open rear of my Kia.)</i><br />
<strong>Bonus Points</strong> = Give us a hint of what the people on the beach are seeing (if there are any) <i>(Woohoo! You didn’t specify how many words! I’m going to take advantage of that!)</i></center><br />
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Dex just watches Shanna with a blank expression, unmoved by her smile, which she attempts to use to disarm what she would refer to as the “stick up his butt.” Regardless of her playful intent, he doesn’t want to run afoul of the rules of the public beach.<br />
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“Come on, Shanna. Don’t even think about it. We’ll get caught.”<br />
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Shanna’s smile doesn’t miss a beat, as her hands pull on the strings holding her bikini top on. Once the garment is free, she pulls it off, letting it dangle by her side in her open hand. She takes a mocking post, holding it out as if to taunt him with it. There’s only a hundred or so feet to the beach from the shallow flats that they’re standing on, but her back is currently facing any onlookers at the moment. The sight of a girl taking off her top is enough to get some people’s attention, though, and there is a small number of men watching quite intently to see what else they can sneak a peek at.<br />
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“Dex, we’re not going to get in any trouble. There’s never any patrols around here. Look. No one can even see anything from back there, anyway. Let’s have some fun.”<br />
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Shanna moves seductively to her lover, pressing her bare chest against his. Dex glances over his young wife’s shoulder. From here, he can make out a lot of details back on the beach, including the eager faces of the ones focused on Shanna’s inappropriate behavior, so he knows that her nonchalance is misplaced. Still, getting her to understand that bit of information isn’t an easy process.<br />
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“Just put your top back on. I love you and all, but someone might already be calling in a report on their cellphone. This is a family beach. Even if they don’t, we still have to walk past them to get back to the car. I’d rather not have to put up with their stares.”<br />
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Shanna can only pout at Dex’s reluctance to have a little fun. She stomps her foot cutely in the ankle-deep water around them, barely splashing her husband’s legs.<br />
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“I don’t give a damn if they stare! They can get a good look, if they want!”<br />
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With that, she turns and pulls away from him, taking a few steps before jumping up and down wildly. She swings arms back and forth over her head, intentionally splashing around to attract as much attention as possible.<br />
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“Hey! Look at me! I have boobs!”<br />
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Dex’s face freezes in mortification, unable to believe that she’d go this far. His sentiment, however, is not shared by the bystanders on the beach. The majority of the males have started to hoot and wolf whistle at the sight of Shanna’s pert breasts bouncing in the summer sun. The nearby parents have also taken action, though they are frantically trying to shield their children from the spectacle. Dex fights of the moment of inaction, moving straight for his wife.<br />
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“Now, you’ve gone and done it.”<br />
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Shanna is too focused on giving her supporters the show of their lives, proudly boasting her pert mammaries. She doesn’t notice Dex until he has a grip on her arm, spinning her back around to face him.<br />
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“What the Hell? Dex, let go of me!”<br />
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He has no intention of doing that, however. It’s time that he takes Alex’s advice. Without giving her a moment to regain control of the situation, he drops down to one knee and hauls her across it, her upraised bottom facing the shore. If those men enjoyed seeing her breasts, then they’d probably have a field day when they witness the spanking that she’s about to get. Perhaps this will teach her a thing or two about modesty.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-90186774493013431982013-05-16T22:12:00.000-04:002013-05-16T22:12:09.744-04:00Boring TimesWell, I’ve been at my parents’ house for about a week, and I have to say that it’s very boring being around nobody during this entire time. Being sick doesn’t make it any better, either. I’m still getting over what I’ve come to believe was the flu. Most of the aches and pains are gone, but I still have a sore throat and occasionally runny nose. Sometimes, if I cough hard enough, my left nostril gets a nosebleed. It’s kind of nasty. At least the fever and backache is gone, though.<br />
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While I can get a lot done when I’m not at home, it’s still a little boring to not have Cookie around, even when we don’t have playtime. If I’m lucky, I might be able to get her to come over here a little sometime before Mom and Dad come home. I’m not sure if she’ll be up to any play, though. I could always drive over there to see her, but I really don’t want to do so while I’m still a little under the weather. Plus, I don’t want to waste gas if I don’t have to.<br />
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Katia and Isabella (who finally got back into town) both are looking for session time, but I haven’t went to see them for the same reasons. Katia could come and see me, but her schedule has been pretty tight. Hopefully, she’ll make it out here soon. I don’t know if Isabella has a car right now or not, though.<br />
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To be honest, I miss my days of finding playmates so easily. Maybe I finally became too old when I turned forty. That seems to be about when things really slowed down for me. Up until then, I could still find playmates pretty regularly, and would probably have had someone that I could invite over while I’m housesitting, or close enough to visit. I still have another week here, with small breaks, so it would have been nice to have playmates to make the time pass by easier.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-69667980091987870802013-05-15T21:45:00.001-04:002013-05-15T21:45:38.558-04:00Spanking On Yahoo! AnswersThe following are real questions posed on Yahoo! Answers, all of which are currently active at the time of this blog entry. Please forgive the punctuation and grammar, as I copied the questions directly as they appeared on Yahoo!<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AlFf1MLfGQt3ETkU_i1l1Qrq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130514200324AAkf20U">Do children who were spanked grow up into adults who like to be spanked?</a> (That’s utterly ridiculous.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvKocYserB.c3vs.06x396Lq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130514173519AAHY2Y9">I have a psychological need to be spanked but don't know who to taLk to?</a> (You can talk to me.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AhIDs0AVFhTqTIbqbLFr5K_q1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130512182936AAEOim0">Do you find it offensive that Sheldon spanked Amy on The Big Bang Theory?</a> (Nerd spankings are sexy.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AhYrR1DNim2u2aHuNfU3CtLq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130514123417AAc3npR">DDers - how often do you use maintenance spanking?</a> (About once a week, when I use them.)<br />
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<a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AvvBPK5PRUOeW9E4dS40sbzq1KIX;_ylv=3?qid=20130514100009AANR7ow">Spanking therapy is this for real?</a> (Sure is.)<br />
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Prior to answering today’s questions, I was at 81% for “best answers” on questions that I’d answered in the previous weeks. (That’s 405 “best answers” out of 501 questions.) I added five questions to the mix, bringing my percentage to 80% until this week’s questions resolve, either by a best answer being chosen or by questions being deleted. I will post my ongoing stats each week.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-88991925863157465432013-05-14T17:26:00.000-04:002013-05-14T17:26:47.012-04:00HousesittingFor the next couple of weeks, I’ll once again be watching my parents’ home. On bright side, I get more quiet time to concentrate on certain things, like my writing. On the other, it bugs me to have to cook my own food, especially for this long. Regardless, this puts me out of the loop for a while, as I’ll only see Cookie on the days that I have to come over to watch the grandbaby. I’ll otherwise be spending a lot of time alone in my parents’ place.<br />
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So, my folks’ computer (which is light years beyond my own, on the upside) will probably be my connection to the outside world for a while. I’ll also be spending some time with following up on employment possibilities. Hopefully, something will turn up shortly.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481278028631008935.post-3236597301186740942013-05-10T06:00:00.000-04:002013-05-10T06:00:05.254-04:00Fantasy FridaySipping at my cup of coffee, I watch with aggravation as the other two detectives question the suspect. The young woman has links to a known ecoterrorism group that's been working in the city, spreading fear on our own ground. Most recently, the group has issued a warning to the city that a bomb will be detonated in a populated district in the next twenty-four hours. We know that this young lady knows the location of that bomb, but she's not talking.<br />
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My anguish grows as the detectives leave the interrogation chamber, having no more information than when they went in. The girl is a tough one to crack, despite appearances. I tell them to take five and grab something to eat before they try again. I can feel the time ticking away, though. We've already lost half of the timeframe in the group's threat, making it imperative that we find that bomb, and quickly.<br />
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Once again turning my attention to the mirrored window that permits me to watch her while she is unable to see me, I can tell from her eyes that she knows someone is on the other side and looking in. Her smug expression starts to get the better of me, because I know that she'll allow civilians to get caught in the crossfire of her personal war. Unable and unwilling to allow the usual techniques to eventually get the information from her, I march into the room to interrogate her with my own methods. As I close the door behind me, I lock it from the inside to prevent any unwanted interruptions. I have no need of a good cop to play against my bad cop, and the brass wouldn't appreciate what I'm about to do, anyway.<br />
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I don't waste any time, marching right up to stand beside the young woman with my most threatening expression on my face. Even with the door locked, it's only a matter of time before they get someone to open the door once they get wind of what I'm about to do. Looking straight into the girl's eyes, I tell her that she has only one more chance to tell me the location of the bomb, or things are going to start to get ugly. She laughs, knowing, at least in her own mind, that there's nothing that I can do to her. If I intended to actually follow the rules, then she'd be right. With an unknown number of lives on the line, though, I'm not thinking about the trouble that I'll get in.<br />
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Seeing that she has no intention of giving me the information easily, I reach down and grab one of her wrists, pulling her out of the chair. Given that she is in handcuffs, and her ankles are likewise shackled together, she has little option but allow herself to be moved, as she can't get the leverage to resist. I sit in the chair that she was in, putting the girl across my lap like a naughty child. She starts to protest, beginning to realize what I may have in mind. A part of her thinks that it's merely a bluff, since the rules prevent me from using such forceful methods. She is going to be proven quite wrong.<br />
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With her bottom raised in the air, my hand lands fiercely across the orange seat of her prison uniform. She yelps in a mixture of surprise and pain, suddenly coming to the realization that her predicament is quite real. As my palm falls in rapid succession, she starts to cry out for me to stop, or for someone to come and help her. I inform her that her ordeal will end as soon as she releases the location of the planted bomb, but she refuses. Knowing that her cries will soon bring assistance, I double my efforts against the back of her pants, certain that an ample dose of discipline will loosen the girl's lips while there's still time to save lives.<br />
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Her perseverance is greater than I had originally believed, though, as she is able to hold out against this onslaught. I am not discouraged, though, as I merely see it as meaning that I have to increase my attempts to extract the information. In a pause that she naturally assumes to mean that I've given up, her struggles immediately renew as she feels my hands go into the waistband of uniform bottoms. I peel them, as well a her panties, right on down to her knees. She shivers as the cool air now brushes up against the warm flesh of her rear cheeks. She has little time to enjoy this moment of soothing cold, however, before my hand lands on the naked flesh of her backside.<br />
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She squeals loudly now that there is nothing between her and my hand to absorb the blows, trying desperately to squirm off of my lap. With her feet and hands shackled, though, her ability to move is significantly reduced, preventing her from putting up suitable resistance. She can't even move her hands around to protect her backside, forcing her to stay in position and try to withstand the painful ordeal with the hope that I'll break before she does. As my palm lands viciously on her bare bottom, I continually ask her for the location. Even through the tears that have begun to fall, she still insists that she'll never tell me.<br />
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I can now hear someone pulling at the door, trying to get it to open. I know that I don't have the time to sit and plays games with this stubborn young woman. With her bottom now a dark red, and her cheeks wet with tears, she still resists my questions, though with obvious duress. She wants her ordeal to be over, but her resolve is failing. I just need to break that resolve before my commander finds the keys to that door. Delivering a dozen fast swats to her heated cheeks, I then starts to stand her up. She thinks, once again, that she's won this round. I have some bad news for her, though.<br />
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Turning her towards the table, I walk her to the edge and then push her face down over it, leaving her naked bottom pushed outward. With one hand holding her down at her waist, my other unbuckles my belt and slides it through the loops. In this position, she had braced herself with immediate fear, thinking that I had much more evil intentions for her body. The lash of the belt isn't the kind of violation that she was expecting, though it produces the same reaction as the other would likely have done. She screams at the top of her lungs at the blazing pain that freshly burns across her cheeks.<br />
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After each blow of leather against flesh, I ask her loudly where the bomb is hidden. She is openly sobbing now, but still resists, claiming that her loyalty to her cause is true. With every stripe that burns across her behind, though, her resolve deteriorates just a little bit. As I near the twentieth swing, she finally breaks, screaming out the name of a building near the port. I stop myself before landing the next stroke, waiting for her to tell me the rest before putting the belt away, though. Blubbering through her pain, she tells me that the building is a middle school, and that the bomb is hidden in an air conditioning vent in the cafeteria.<br />
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Satisfied with her answer, I give her bottom a soft pat before putting my belt back on. There is no time to offer her comfort or consolation, as the clock's still ticking and lives are on the line. I unlock the door, almost having three people fall over the top of me as they try to open the door. As I step out, my superior is yelling something into my face, but I push past him. I give the order for the bomb squad to head to the location that she'd given me, hoping that the terrorists don't get wind that we're onto them.<br />
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There will be an inquiry, and I'll likely be suspended from my job for a few weeks for trampling on the young woman's rights as a suspect. At the end of the day, though, I have to consider what's more important, and the lives that the bomb would have taken are far more valuable than one woman's ability to sit.ThomasIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12862053277273781609noreply@blogger.com1