Oiling The Belt

As many readers know, my wife has a vicious Italian leather belt that is one of her favorite implements to tan my hide with. It is also a belt she wears often. When I catch glimpses of it or hear her take it off, I now have legitimate reactions of, “Uh oh”, as my mind […]

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Jingle Belts

With Christmas around the corner, I had a little fun and created this song for our readers. Sung to the tune of “Jingle Bells” Jingle Belts Jingle belts, whuppin’ welts…In the wood-shed. The Wicked Queen, can be so mean, When I’m bent over her be-hed! Jingle belts, whuppin’ welts…These spankings I do fear. Her belt […]

A Vigilante In Our Midst

Good morning, good evening and good afternoon our fellow readers from all over the world! My wife and I want to thank you for your readership and support. We have been amazed at the growth of the site and appreciate all the kind words and interaction with you all! Except to that one guy in […]

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Pre-Spanking Thoughts

My Queen has told me that she’s had enough of my attitude and “sass” and that I can expect a woodshed whuppin’ soon. If I was a betting man, I’d say it is going to happen within days. Said she was going to use her belt. Which always means this one. Interesting thoughts start to […]

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Long Overdue Belting

Growing up, my siblings and I feared my Dad more than my Mom from a disciplinary perspective; yet it was my Mom who was the actual disciplinarian in the house. This was mostly due to the fact that she was a stay at home Mom and my Dad went to work every day except Sundays. […]

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The Dreaded Cane

The Insane Pain of the Cane Way back when we were doing spankings for fun, looking for “harsh” implements wasn’t that scary because I always knew there was a quick way out in the form of my safeword. As my Wife may have mentioned in a post or two…I have always been one to try […]

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Coffee Table Whuppins

Normally when my wife spanks me, it happens in our bedroom or if I was really bad…our bedroom becomes deemed the “Woodshed” and I get taken “to the Woodshed” for a particularly harsh spanking. But this past Saturday night, I realized that coffee table spankings are not too far behind woodshed whuppins. To be honest, […]