Mercinary

Ok, so all you occaisional but loyal readers may know...
I would never compromise the integrity of my blog under any circumstanes...

Except for Cold Hard Cash!!!

Bouncing around in blogworld I found a 'Gadget' that calculates the 'value' of a blog... I set it at the bott,m of the page but it just doesn't seem to print out and since they don't pay me to debug their code that is how it will likely stay.

The damn-fool thing values this blog at $40,393.92 (insert axim 'Show me 'da money'... etc.

I can't get the blasted HTML/Java to recognize in blogger or you would be able to gawk at the foolishness yourself.

Now Web Address 'value' is a rather subjective term unless someone is standing before you with a fist-full of pictures of dead presidents. In that case... it's grab green... run like hell.

I wonder... what sort of Gold-Mine something like Bonnie's MBS might be...

Then again... without seeing Scude, Escarole, Donero, Greenbacks, etc... It's all a crock of shit.

Then again lets talk about real blog value.

For me the real blogs of value have been created by DWC Mike, Scully and Recedivist.Many others too... Some gone, others pop up on occaision or hints of their existance linger on... Yet as some may fade, names change to protect the inocent (or not so inocent) TTWD goes on...

Seems to flicker sometimes but never seems to die...

Yet to many of those early blog pioneers we owe a priceless debt.. Thanks to you all if you continue to lurk and browse and I imagine you just may... 'cause I can't imagine this thing ever leaves the blood whatever it might be... TTWD.

To those pioneers and all of those who follow... A Heart-Felt Cheers!!!

Their Contributions?

Pricelless!

Tight-ie White-ies (part deux)

So, in spite of my hatred for tight-ie whiteies...
I've been wearing them.

Why?
Because one of those things I crave along with a bottom burning spanking is the sensation of having them lowered for me.

You know, that little tug that will reveal my rock hard ding-ding that gives away the sexual excitement of an impending spanking. Reveals my over white buttocks that will soon be turned bright red. My buttocks that will soon be turned hot, throbing, and sore.

Damn, this whole spanking thing is full of those little things that only happen for a few seconds yet occupy our minds for hours.

Tighty-White-ies (part-one)

You readers out there have no reason at all to know how much I hate wearing ‘tightly white-ies’.




Actually for decades I’ve been a ‘go commando guy’.



Basically, it goes back to the time shortly after .I was married to X-wife. You see we wanted babies, and we read that men who wore tightly white-ies were less fertile.



Something about gonads held closer to the body, and body heat killing sperm count and all of that stuff. The result was that almost instantly after X stopping birth control I managed to deliver the needed seed.



So, apparently I’m the sort of guy who can simply look at a woman and get her pregnant. Which, of course isn’t a comforting ability when one is working the singles market, and not comforting when in a relationship with a wonderful woman like My Fine Lady who happens to be in the prime of child bearing years.

Frankly, the concept that my little ding-ding is an incredibly dangerous pregnant weapon is even a concern if she should give me a nice hand-job and then go the bathroom… Well, not that I don’t love being a daddy, and my full grown sons are the best part of my life…But at my advanced age it’s NOT time to hit the reset button if you know what I mean.

But I digress…

For the past two weeks, I’ve been wearing tightie whiteies…

(cont)

Happy Birthday

I've used photos from one of the women on the Fetlife F/m Spanking Group before. Hisboss is one of my favorites there, mainly... if you read her profile you can't help but admire how she responded when her husband approached her about his desire to be spanked and controlled.  

Well, now her husband has had a surprise birthday present.

A spanking from Dana Specht!

See it here.

New Blog

There is a new blog out there in Al Gore's internet by joeysubmits and I see he is lacking followers. So, I would like to suggest his blog At Her Feet. He's only made a couple of posts so far but  I have a feeling his writing style and stories will appeal to many of us.

Stop by, follow and maybe encourage him, there may be lots more of us out there.

So I still need a spanking.

So I need a spanking, a major serious spanking.

It's been a while since I've been spanked, and as I related in my last post that I really shouldn't be pushing so much  as My Fine Lady might say be "Jonesing for a hurtin'" as she hasn't been feeling well.

Still, it's all I've been able to think about.

There is a of course more to the story, and of course more that I had no intention to divulge to public scrutiny.

I've been a naughty boy the past week or three, I've been indulging in martinis much more than usual, and perhaps at times, more than I should even in light of what may be viewed as a male version of bratting... Of course as previously reported, with no desired result.

Then there are other things... Like what those martinis may be encouraging me to do to get attention that I haven't mentioned... Like shaving my balls.

I always (for decades) wore beards or moustaches (on my face), but early on My Fine Lady let me know she preferred me clean shaven... so to try to comply with her desires I've mostly been clean shaven.

Now, you mix this information with measured (minute) amounts of Dry Vermouth and much larger amounts of Gin, with a pinch of a kinky middle age man's brain and the result is a man sitting on the can shaving his nuts.

Naturally, as the regular reader may realize, her amusement was both controlled and measured.

Most importantly, I want her to be feeling better, but still I feal guilty for how much these warped desires have made me realize I need to pay more attention to her needs.

Mind Mess

OK, so my brain is totally in knots.

It's been a few weeks since I've been spanked. Ours is a strange relationship since from the start I was probaby supposed to Top her a lot more often than her Top me.

The thing of it is, I'm more than happy to Top her any time she wants that... but the reality is we've both realized that when she Tops me she gets VERY wet.

Now this may have created a quandry for her, My Fine Lady hs always identified mainly as sub. I've always been more switch.

This morning in desperation for the attention I crave, I sent My Fine Lady an email with photos and artwork of wifes spanking thier husbands asses raw sore with the simple question if it gave her any ideas.

Well, the answer came, that she hasn't been  feeling well enogh to respnd to my hints. I should have realized but I've been more focused on my needs, and unaware of hers.... See that?

Good reason for my deserving  a sound spanking!
 
Damn I love this woman and I want to be laying over her knee feeling her love for me, but I guess I've been too selfish not realizing she's not been well.

More on Want of Fear

The idea of a spanking that could recreate that natural fear of spankings that I mentioned in the last post continues to bounce around in my warped brain.

It wasn’t very often that I was spanked as a child and those few times when I was spanked, it certainly wasn’t much more than one or two swats. But there were two distinct differences at that young age. One was that even those one or two swat were sure to generate tears but more along the theme of this post, the thought that I was going to be spanked, created an incredible amount of fear. That fear would just manifest itself at the mere thought of my poor ass getting spanked.

Those were the days before central air conditioning so naturally as we were out playing it was easy to hear when any of our friends were getting a butt warming. Those sounds naturally sent the ‘oh shit’ sensation through our entire crowd. As mentioned in my previous post, that fear has been replaced these days by excitement when I happen to realize that a spanking is inevitable these days.

Mom kept one of those paddle ball paddles that had at one time been my toy. Previously, there had been an elastic band and ball attached to that evil device. Band and ball long gone as they were, the paddle stayed and was kept in the corner of the kitchen counter behind the cocktail shaker.

When she reached for it, I ran like hell. She always managed to catch me on the stairs racing for my room. I had no idea what I would have done if I actually made it to my room, but still, I took off as fast as my short little legs could carry me.

Naturally, as an adult spanko with an awareness of adult sexuality those childhood fears have been replaced by excitement. Not to mention a much greater awareness as to the incredibly powerful implements of pain generation that can be unleashed upon an anxious bare ass.

Of course it’s not just the implement. Just like a fine painting, the talent and beauty isn’t in the brush or the paint, but the true artistry is in the hands of the artist. So, the complexity of the recipe for our imagined fear generating spanking, grows geometrically.

There are enough variables to make it literally possible to be spanked a dozen times a day 365 days a year and never experience the same spanking twice.

Now there’s a concept that could generate fear.

 

Experience as an adult spanko makes one realize that there’s just as much anticipation and trepidation when seeing the love of your life holding a relatively small hairbrush as there is when she’s holding a nasty cane or large wooden paddle. Therein lies the issue of my imagination… Bringing that moment of fear far in advance of the actual spanking so that true ‘oh shit’ moment would be generated far in advance of the actual spanking.

The Spanking to be Feared

One of the many spanking related topics that bounce around in my warped mind on a regular basis, is wondering what it would be like to experience a spanking that would have a long time lasting effect.


To be more clear, I wonder what it would be like to experience a spanking that would create a sincere fear any time in the future I was again threatened with a spanking.

Of course like many guys out there who may be stopping by here for a read, the suggestion of a spanking or downright threat (read promise) of a spanking almost always brings Mr. Happy to full attention. Naturally, he’s waiting for his happy time relaxing against the wonderful smooth thigh of My Fine Lady. As we all know his happy time is usually short lived as My Fine Lady usually doesn’t waste too much time before her spankings become shall we say… Distracting.

But I digress…

In any event I can’t imagine what sort of spanking would be needed to create that “Spanking of a Lifetime” for me. Of course I’ve gotten better at maintaining position for spankings from My Fine Lady, but in all honesty I really don’t have much in the way of a pain tolerance. In fact I don’t know if that fact, would make it easier or harder for her to take me to that point where I would get a spanking that could change my outlook and fear a future spanking instead of crave it.

Still, I crave it. Just like I crave getting the spanking that might finally break down my ‘guy’ walls and actually force tears to flow.

Popcorn and Paddles

UPDATE:

Well this blog post from last November has been rendered irrelevant. The video that it linked to on Spankingtube.com (below the fold) apparently was deleted. After hearing about the nonsense ServingB put up with I can understand why.

So, as a consolation I've added this other video so the page will have some content. I've linked to another video where another lucky fellow has a fine lady who enjoys her chores best with a nice wide paddle.

Enjoy! 


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Grab the popcorn folks, I'm going to review another little spanking movie.

In my last blog post I commented on the quality (or lack thereof) found in the typical video on SpankingTube.

I mentioned how I prefer videos that don’t have annoying distractions, like plots.

Tina at Die starke Frau apparently took exception with the fact that a video without a plot could be considered enjoyable.

Maybe it’s a spankee thing, or a guy thing... or maybe it's just me; But if I’m going to watch a spanking video part of the attraction is being able to imagine myself in the same scenario. Automatically for me, that would preclude a woman dressed in black rubber or leather wearing 8” high heels and carrying a bullwhip. Basically, I just can’t imagine My Fine Lady dressed in black leather wearing 8” high heels. The bullwhip part? Yeah, I can imagine that but we don't own one... yet.

Not that she wouldn’t look good in black leather and 8” high heels. More so that my particular kink and what I find sexy is more toward the typical House Frau in a sort of June Cleaver or Donna Reed-ish sort of way.

Trust me, if My Fine Lady were to do something like put on black leather, 8” high heels and pick up a bullwhip there isn’t a man out there who’s pulse wouldn’t race and if he’s smart enough... he’ll run like hell.

So in any event, if there is too much talking or too much of a plot or playing dress-up, I find it harder to imagine myself in the same scenario. Not to mention when there is an attempt to apply a plot to a short spanking video it usually become obvious that we spankos not only share an interest in hot sore asses, but also a complete lack of acting ability.

Today’s subject of discussion is another one of the videos found at the bottom of the page. Now here we have a spanking with a mini plot that’s easy to get past since it’s rather brief. Obviously, he’s done something wrong and it’s also obvious that she intends to do something about it. It starts with a bit of dialogue, but we’ll ignore that. To me the “young man” is a bit contrived and a “mister” might play better there, but we all get the point… he’s going to be spanked.



Now I suppose there are a couple of things I really admire about this video.

First, is how determined this particular lady is to see to it that her man will be able to remember the spanking. It would appear that our hero, “Bill” has already had a bit of a warm up and from this little short one could imagine that the warm up itself was probably a memorable event unto itself.

Without much ado, she firmly, very firmly I might add, applies an actual 50 dose of what appears to be a somewhat light, yet rather intimidating paddle that I’m sure contains a considerable amount of sting. The concept of being bent over a chair like this is not one I ever want to find myself in. I'm much more comfortable (sic) over My Fine Lady's luscious lap.

The astute observer will note that this particular lady is probably a pretty good competitor on the tennis court. Her swing is purposeful, consistent and the follow through is certainly to be admired. Admired might not be the right word, perhaps feared would be better. She is certainly a no nonsense woman who happens to display the same sort of determination that at time plays upon my own sorry ass.

If I happen to be getting a stress relief spanking and My Fine Lady sees that the spanking is getting to be very effective she might lessen the dose slightly or vary the speed at least until I regain a little bit of composure.

On the other hand, if I’m getting a real punishment spanking similar to what is portrayed in this video I can be sure that my movements, complaints or objections will fall on deaf ears, as happens to our poor lucky subject Bill in this video.

The second thing I admire about this particular video is how well “Bill” manages to stay in place. That’s not something I’ve yet been able to completely master. In my particular case at some point I often manage to get out of position and of course usually pay dearly for it.

I look forward to your comments and I'm curious to learn how many others may find bits of this video intriguing.

The subject of my next astute review will be the wimpy weenie video, also found at the bottom of the page.