tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41893565964946913852024-03-19T15:26:37.522+08:00Real Life Singaporean Spanking Stories(*Content for Adults only! Please leave if you are below 18!*)
Real Life spanking stories mainly of ordinary people in Singapore. Hope that you enjoy every spanking minute of it! Please note that the real names have been changed to protect privacy.Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-13497451040800427902011-12-25T10:43:00.004+08:002011-12-25T10:43:00.420+08:00Have A Spanking Good Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcWkmv60Uo/TvPrKtZtZpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hlPHeWu66CM/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcWkmv60Uo/TvPrKtZtZpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hlPHeWu66CM/s1600/images.jpeg" /></a></div>The time has come once again....a time of giving (and receiving) and a time that's cause for cheer. So to each and every one of you...Spankalot wishes you a Spankingly and Spanktastic Christmas...Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-737288007086534372011-12-19T14:20:00.000+08:002011-12-19T14:20:43.235+08:00Joe witnesses his father spank his girlfriend<div style="text-align: justify;">Now Dear Readers, there are a select few of people in my social circle who are largely vanillas but do know of my spanko antics. Why? Well for various reasons, some just happened to find out and some were really close friends to begin with. Why are they still vanilla? Well some just did not have that inclination and some (in my personal opinion) just haven't had the courage to embrace that inner spanko in them. So anyway Joe is a vanilla friend who surprising shared this real life spanking story with me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Joe was about 27 when this happened......</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After Joe had finished his national service at the age of 21, he had gone overseas for his University studies. After he graduated, a company that he had interned with while he was studying offered him a job and so he stayed on overseas only returning occasionally for short holidays to catch up with his father and his older sister (his mother had passed away when he was in Junior College). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So during the year that he turned 27, his sister gave him a call and she sounded a little upset. It turned out that their father was in a relationship with a much younger girl. He had actually been in the relationship for a little over two years but his sister had not told him about it (apparently his father did not mention it either during the weekly calls that he made home) as she reckoned that their father was probably just going through a phase. Joe had also not been back for that past two years as he was just starting in his new job and wanted to focus on it. Well a little background......Joe's father was self-made man, a businessman who was rather successful. So successful that at the age of 55, he was in semi-retirement mode. Coincidentally, that was the year that Joe turned 25 and had graduated plus found a job. He elder sister (older by two years) had already gotten married and so Joe's father had no financial burdens or dependants. Even the landed property, which he unfortunately by now stayed alone in with the maid of course, was fully paid for. Therefore Joe's father decided to scale back his involvement in his business and take life at a slower pace. So at that time Joe's sister reckoned that their father's relationship with this much younger girl was probably due to an empty nest syndrome. However when the girl moved in with him, Joe's sister was incensed. She felt that the girl was probably trying to make use of their father and his money. Also Joe's sister, refused to visit their father's home after that. She then made the decision to tell Joe about it, firstly because she thought Joe would somehow be able to “talk some sense” into their father but also because the girl that their father was dating was Alice........she was (and Joe said he almost dropped the phone when his sister told him this) Joe's classmate in Secondary School and Junior College. (Oh and for those who were wondering......this was before the facebook explosion and no.......Joe was not on friendster or myspace either.) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So anyway the time seemed right, Joe had finally finished his “rookie” phase at work and was actually considering taking a three-week holiday back to Singapore to see his family before his sis had called him with the news about their dad. And with the new revelation about his father, Joe reckoned it was probably a sign that he had been away from home for a little too long. So he called his father to inform him about his plans to return for a holiday and just as his father went “Oh yeah by the way...” Joe told him that he already knew as his sis had called a couple of weeks earlier to let him know. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fateful day came and Joe was greeted with warm smiles at the airport by his father and sis. Alice was not there as his father had reckoned that it be best that the three of them (Joe, his sis and father) had a little homecoming of their own first. Lunch was pleasant and no one talked about Alice, but there was a little awkward tension after lunch when their father asked whether Joe's sis would like to come over. Joe's sis however declined. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice was at home when Joe and his father returned. Joe found it a little awkward at first, finally seeing his old classmate after so long but now as his father's girlfriend. But as he was a little beat from the flight, he retreated to his room and drifted into a deep sleep. He awoke later that evening and braced himself as he walked down the stairs to the living room to go for dinner with his father and Alice. The conversations kept flowing during dinner and the awkwardness seemed to fade but it soon returned when Joe's father stepped away to answer a phone call. To stifle the awkward feeling he had, and to avoid any silence which would have made his awkward feeling worse, Joe tried to engage in a cordial conversation with Alice, but it was hard for all Joe really wanted to ask her was “What was she doing with her father”. He had known Alice since they were 13 and she never once had come across as the type to find an older guy for money. Plus he knew that she was a nice girl. But it made things worse for him internally for this meant he could not come up with a good enough reason as to why Alice was together with her father. To be fair, Joe's father aged pretty well, he looked younger than his actual age and cut a trim figure largely due to his active & healthy lifestyle. But still, he felt that would not be enough to get Alice hooked on him. This mental frustration and awkward feeling must have shown on his face for out of the blue Alice told him that she could sense that Joe suspected her intentions for being with his father. She reassured him that her feelings for his father were genuine and in no way was she thinking for taking advantage of his father nor was she with him because he was loaded. Joe kept silent for a bit and when he found his voice, the only thing he managed to ask her was “How can I be so sure that you are telling the truth?”. To which Alice replied that even if she wanted to take advantage of him, his father would pretty well make sure she would not. She added that his father was not as “weak and foolish” as he and his sis reckoned. Puzzled by that, Joe was about to ask her what she really meant by that but his father returned to the table and as if by some magical flick of a switch, the conversation switched back to the frivolous and cordial exchanges that had taken place before his father had left the table. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next night, Joe found himself alone in his room doing a little reading when he heard the sound of his father's car pulling up at the drive way of their home. Joe's father and Alice had gone for a function of Joe's father's business associate. As they entered the house Joe heard the muffled sound of a little argument taking place. He ignored it at first, returning his attention to his book, but he noticed that after a while the argument seemed to be more of his father raising his voice and scolding someone, either the maid or Alice he reckoned. But then after while he noticed that amidst the raised voice of his father were the sounds of “drumbeats” (yes that was what Joe said when he related this to me, caught me off guard for a moment, he reckoned that he thought his father had banged the table with his hand in anger) followed by the occasional yelp. Unsure of what to make out of that funny array of noises, Joe was intrigued and made his way down to check it out. As he neared the stairs and as he made his way down, the voices got clearer. He recognised the angry voice as that of his father's, scolding something about disrespect, and the more meek voice as that of Alice, whose voice was now clearer and amidst the yelps & ows were “I'm Sorry” and “Please stop”. But he still could not figure out what the “drumbeats were”. (Just so you know, I was chuckling by this time when Joe told me the story.) So down the stairs he went and the moment he turned the corner reached the doorway of the living room he froze, eyes widened. There in the living room, was his father sitting on the sofa with Alice over his lap, tights down at her knees, she was bare bottomed and his father was spanking her. With her already-pinkish-fast-becoming-red bare bottom bearing the brunt of Joe's father's spanks, she was too busy apologising and pleading with him to notice Joe. His father however noticed him, during a momentarily pause in his dishing out of the spanking as he looked up, but did not acknowledge his presence and went straight back to spanking Alice. Joe stood there frozen.......(he kinda lost all track of time but as he thought back he felt it must have been 5 mins max though it felt as if time stood still at that time) watching his father land handspank after handspank onto Alice's bottom as she cried and pleaded to no avail. When he was done, Joe's father told simply told Alice “in the corner” and she quickly got up to the corner behind the sofa, stuck her bottom out and put her hands on her head. Joe's father then turned his attention to Joe, who was still frozen in his spot. Breaking into his usual smile, he said, “I'm sorry Joe did we disturb your sleep?” As he looked at his father he noticed that behind him, facing the corner Alice visibly stiffened when his father had addressed him but she did not move from her spot. Joe's mind was blank and he could barely answer his father. His father must have sensed this for he gave a little chuckle and told Joe that he must have a lot of questions but it was late and he was “not quite done yet”, so he told Joe to rest for the night and he would explain it in the morning during breakfast. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back in his room Joe tossed and turned, unable to comprehend what he just witnessed. Largely because his father never laid a hand on his sis or him, nor did he ever see him beat his mother when she was still alive. He could not remember what time he finally fell asleep but to him it seemed only for a matter of minutes before he heard the knock on his door as the helper informed him that breakfast was ready.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stumbling down the stairs....Joe wondered if it had all be a dream.....not sure if the events he had witnessed the night before had really taken place. But as he walked towards the garden to join his father and Alice for breakfast....the slight embarrassed look on Alice's face hinted to Joe that it was not a dream. Joe's father and Alice were already finishing up their breakfast when he joined them at the table. Joe's father probably sensed from the uncomfortable silence following the morning greetings from Joe was due to the previous night events. Thus he casually began talking about it. In his usual direct and open fashion, Joe's father explained to Joe that what he witnessed last night was simply an "agreement" that he and Alice had in their relationship. It was a domestic discipline relationship that they had. And as his father spoke, Joe learned how Alice and his father had met. She had been working in Joe's father's company and for a period of time had reported directly to Joe's father. Apparently it was there that the spankings had begun. It soon dawned upon Joe that his and his sister's fears that father was a silly old man being conned by a young lady was actually very much the opposite and their father was still very much in control. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now the only problem was how to tell his sister.......to be honest.........he never did...........he merely told his sister that based on what he had experienced during his stay......it was unlikely that their father would be conned and Alice was by no means a money-grabbing lady. He never knew if his sister ever found out about their father's spanking activities but he reckons that she should have for a few months later his sister somehow developed an acceptance to Alice as their father's girlfriend and even paid regular visits to their home. But Joe has never talked to her about it.</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-7694663345709145142011-11-10T10:23:00.000+08:002011-11-10T10:23:50.024+08:00Its a Spanking Love Our Lurkers Day 6th Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq3C3hdgXvFvhzhsP5pb84nAceY6xWpgkaXFxZzZNuEVR-qOhLJIultaXPieGdrUSZ4qh-jctCp00D8iVooMPf-so7HRqt_LwU_qjrf111HT9IQzQIf0TV1EXKmN8dX1wOkNwxJkD8wlC/s1600/LOL6b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxq3C3hdgXvFvhzhsP5pb84nAceY6xWpgkaXFxZzZNuEVR-qOhLJIultaXPieGdrUSZ4qh-jctCp00D8iVooMPf-so7HRqt_LwU_qjrf111HT9IQzQIf0TV1EXKmN8dX1wOkNwxJkD8wlC/s1600/LOL6b.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes Dear Readers,<br />
Once again the time has come for Love Our Lurkers Day!! And this year I will kick it off with a personal apology. In recent months I know I have been pretty irregular in my posting. And for this I apologise, I am truly sorry. I have been outstation (away from Singapore) due to work and it has been a little difficult to keep up with the postings due to my work schedule. But nevertheless I try. And for those who have stuck around, words cannot express how appreciative I am. Thank you.<br />
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So readers, you know the drill, hit me with a comment if you can, I would love it. And do give me some feedback if you could, like what you would love to see more in my posts. I will try my best!<br />
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Thank you once again! Have remember, keep the spankings going!! <br />
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For those who are not sure about Love Our Lurkers Day well...Everytime this year we give a great shout out of love to the people who matter most to our blogs...our readers. Especially the lurkers who have stayed around but due to their own reasons...have not commented. Today, we invite them to give us a comment!! Be it anonymously or not just hit me with a comment! So come on people, let's have a lil fun :)<br />
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Lastly, a lil love to the wonderful founder of Love our Lurkers Day...Bonnie from <a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My Bottom Smarts</a>. Do check her out ya? After you have given me a comment ya?</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-9664921186187417122011-10-06T08:54:00.000+08:002011-10-06T08:54:39.758+08:00Reader's Submission: Waiting for her virgin caning on her wedding night<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear readers,<br />
I bring you another real life spanking story that one of you have sent me recently. Please note that this was sent to me a while ago. And so by the time you are reading this, our dear contributor would have already have gotten married and received her virgin caning. Though personally I wished she would have elaborated more about how they got started on spanking. Nevertheless do enjoy<br />
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Hi Spankalot, I came across your site when I googled Singapore spanking and was thrilled to find your site. I always wondered if there were other Singaporeans who like me got spanked and its comforting to know that I am not alone.<br />
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Anyway I wrote to u today to share with you about myself. I am currently 25 years old and I get spanked by my boyfriend who is 46 this year and runs his own business. We have been dating for almost three years. He is an a very loving boyfriend and makes me feel very protected. Maybe because he is older than me, sometimes he also feels like a mentor or father figure to me. But he has taught me a lot of things and I am really thankful to have him in my life. I love him very much and try my best to be a good girlfriend to him but sometimes I can be quite playful and not rational which can get on his nerves and when that happens I get a good spanking which will confirm leave me in tears one. My boyfriend is a very sporty person and he does hit the gym quite regularly so he is quite strong. Sometimes I wonder if his hands are made of steel. Most of the times he spanks me only with his hands but alone is enough to make me cry. Even from the first time he spanked me which was the after we almost broke up over me flirting too much with other guys. Its a long story but at the end of it when he wanted to leave me I began to regret a few days later and realised I loved him a lot and then he told me that he could not continue being in a relationship with me being the way I was. And that if I wanted to continue I had to listen to him and he would spank me if he felt I needed it. That first spanking he gave me over his knee made me cry really bad and the best part was after that he can tell me that it was considered very light by his standard and that if he spank me in future I can expect it to be harder. I thought he was joking with me but apparently he spank all his previous girlfriends also. I found out firstly because he says so but also because sometime after the first spanking I found out an ex-schoolmate of mine used to be his girlfriend. And when she shared with me how he use to spank he I realise that he really gave me a light spanking. But after that with other spankings from him I soon learn that his hands really can make my whole backside turn red. His arms are also very strong and once I am over his knee there is no way that I can struggle out even if I tried. But I also learn that I should not struggle when he is spanking me. The first time I tried to struggle and get out of his knee he held me down and spank me for longer and harder until he felt I learn my lesson not to struggle anymore. That was the first and last time that I ever try to struggle away when he is spanking me. Now I will take my spanking like a good girl and sometimes he does not spank me as hard as he promise. But somehow that only work for minor things and no matter how I try to act cute and suck up to him when I have done something very bad wun seem to change how bad I am spank by him. Like when I was caught for drink driving his car and he had to pick me up from the police station. I was still high when he came and pick me and bring me back to his place so he let me sleep. The next day when I woke up and realise what I had done I try to be nice make him breakfast and wear something nice and sexy but it did not help. He spank me so hard that day that I thought my backside would explode. Worse still he use his belt also. But I guess I deserve it for being stupid enough to drink drive. I even lost my license. Anyway we are getting married next month. My boyfriend has requested me to be stop work and be a housewife which is also something I plan to do in the first place. We are financially stable because he got his own business and so there is no need for me to work also. So two months ago I quit my job and moved in with him to get a feel of being a housewife. It has been fun because we get to see each other more often and spend a lot of together. But also I have end up getting spank almost every other day. My boyfriend feels that if I agree to be his housewife then I need to learn to be a proper housewife. And so for the past two months I think almost everyday my backside is red. Recently my boyfriend bought a cane. He have not use it on me yet he says that he is keeping it and will use it on me on our wedding night. Somehow I am a little excited and also afraid at how the cane will feel when he cane me.......</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-76835738445147331412011-09-24T01:40:00.000+08:002011-09-24T01:40:20.600+08:00Setting the girlfriend's parents's mind at ease with a spanking<div style="text-align: justify;">Hi Dear Readers,<br />
After so many times, I will not bore you with the usual problems with work that have affected my update schedule. I am sorry but that's all I will say. And with that apology, I bring you another real life spanking story. Enjoy....<br />
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It wasn't any wonder that Suling's parents were not at all happy when they learnt that she was dating Johnson. Like any typical old-aged Singaporean Chinese parents, Johnson “just wasn't the right choice”. Firstly he wasn't Chinese, he wasn't even Singaporean. Johnson was Australian and they had met while Suling was doing here university studies there. What made things worse was that Suling was only in her second year in her university studies, she was back for the hols when she had broken the news to her parents, and she also revealed that she had moved in with him. Suling's parents, especially her father, were even more upset when they learnt that he was 38 years old (Suling was only 20 then). It's just this thing with fathers I guess.......not very comforting to learn that the person dating your daughter was was old enough to screw some girl (and probably did) before your daughter was even born, but is now banging your daughter. But being the only daughter and the “princess” of the family, Suling's parents resigned themselves to the fact that they didn't have much choice or say in Suling's decision. <br />
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Nevertheless, still being the worried parents that they were, they decided that during Suling's next term break they would make a trip down. And when they did, they bunked at Johnson's place as well. Thing went relatively well for the first few days of their one week trip there. Suling's parents, although still a little uncomfortable with Johnson's age, were quietly pleased with Johnson's demeanour and respect. <br />
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Then came the “incident”. It was during dinner and a certain conversation got a little aggressive. Suling began to get a little defensive with her mother's “loving nagging” and made a few snide remarks towards her mother. When her father tried to suggest that her mother only meant well, Suling's offered a few snide remarks to her father in response. Things culminated with Suling calling her parents “obstinate old farts”. There was an embarrassing silence in the air and it was visible that Suling's mother was rather hurt by the remarks and her glazed eyes suggested that she was holding back her tears. Now Johnson had been quiet throughout that slightly aggressive conversation but he had felt the harsh words used by Suling were a tad too disrespectful. By now, the embarrassing silence had only lasted a few moments, and Suling had gone on to spew a string of more disrespectful remarks on her parents and Johnson felt the need to interfere. Cutting Suling off with a “let's get the dessert” he held on to Suling's arm and firmly motioned her to follow him into the kitchen. When they got into the kitchen, Johnson asked Suling what was she thinking hurling all those hurtful remarks at her parents. Normally, Johnson's serious hushed tone would have been a good enough signal for Suling to stop her outburst, but she was already in a groove of her own, and so she decided it would be good to hurl some expletives at Johnson for questioning her. In response, Johnson just calmly took walked out of the kitchen, smiled at Suling's parents and took a chair from the dining table and brought it back into the kitchen. As she saw Johnson return with the chair she knew what it meant, but it shocked her slightly as she didn't think that he would spank her while her parents were here and so she apologised immediately and pleaded with Johnson not to spank her while her parents were sitting just outside. But Johnson would have none of it. As he sat himself down on the chair and rolled up his sleeves, he told her that she should have thought about that when she hurled those hurtful remarks at her parents. Suling knew she had no choice and so when Johnson told her to lower her shorts and panties, she obeyed and went over his lap. It was a quick but stinging two minute handspanking on her barebottom and as soon as he was done, he reached out for the drawer and fished out a spatula. He gave her ten stinging swats on each of her bared bottom cheeks and made her count them (all twenty) out with a “I'm sorry for being disrespectful to my parents”. He then told Suling that this was just a “quick” spanking to make sure she doesn't continue her hurtful attitude and she could expect a proper punishment for this outburst once her parents had left and another for the expletives she had said to him. Suling's tears had already welled up in her eyes by the time Johnson had finished spanking her with the spatula and she was sniffling. So Johnson put her in the corner with her hands on her head as he went to get the dessert ready. As soon as he was done, he told Suling to pull up her shorts and panties, and get the plates and follow him out. While the there was a door to the kitchen, the dining table was just outside of it and Suling was sure that her parents must have heard her getting her spanking. And they did. So as they walked out, there was an uncomfortable silence as Johnson placed the dessert on the table. Just as Suling was about to sit down, Johnson asked her if she was forgetting something, and as she embarrassingly looked down, Suling apologised to her parents for her outburst earlier. And as Johnson served Suling's parents the dessert, he too apologised to them for allowing Suling to hurl such hurtful remarks at them. This pleasantly surprised them as they never thought that someone like him would be so respectful to elders. <br />
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The last few days of Suling's parents' trip went on rather well but it was at the airport as they sent Suling's parents off that Johnson and Suling would get a surprise back. As Suling parents' turned to say goodbye to Suling and Johnson, Suling's father said to Suling that he was more relieved now that Suling was in good hands and then he turned to Johnson and winked. <br />
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So all was well, Suling's parents approved of her dating Johnson. But that was the least of her worries at that time. For as soon as Suling's parents had gone off, they were on the way back home for her proper punishment. As soon as they reached home, Suling was stripped of her clothes and her bottom striped with Johnson's belt and cane. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-68622840327359681692011-08-30T17:17:00.003+08:002011-08-30T17:17:30.706+08:00The punishment of a Singaporean gangster's moll?<div style="text-align: justify;">This was one of the few early real life stories I had written but somehow I lost the batch of them, then looking through my old files a few days ago I found this. Unfortunately I was too busy to proof read and vet it, so apologies if its a little raw.<br />
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Back in the day.....this was either the late 1970s or the early 1980s. The person who narrated this story to me could not exactly remember. Personally......I believe that most of it is true though I would not be surprised if some of it is exaggerated. So anyway back to the story proper.<br />
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For those who are not very clear with Singapore, Geylang is a place filled with vice. Its now much more well known for food, but it was (and still is) the sole area where legalised prostitution was in Singapore. Of course there were the illegal ones but I'll be digressing if I went on about it. So apart from the prostitution, the many vices such as illegal gambling dens and drug transactions used to take place there as well. Ok for those who know Singapore well enough, there are other areas in Singapore for that but the point in saying all this is largely due to Geylang being the scene of this real life spanking story.<br />
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So back then there was this guy.......hmmm....let's call him Big Ong. And now I do not know how much of a big shot he was in that area, but what I was told was that he ran a couple of “businesses” in the area. He had a brothel or two, had his hand in drug peddling, loan shark activities, illegal gambling dens and was affiliated to a certain gang. Was he a big head or not, unfortunately I do not know. But what I know about him is that unlike many of the “gangsters” in his era, he was largely more educated. Though the information that I got from the few sources I talked to could not agree on whether he merely completed his A levels or did his university studies (overseas so say they). At the same time, he had legitimate businesses, which I was told were a hotel and coffeeshop in the area. <br />
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Apparently Big Ong stayed around the area as well and so his was a permanent “fixture”in the area. Almost everyday, he could be seen either going about his rounds collecting money, “inspecting” his various businesses, or (which was most of the time especially in the evening onwards) he would be sitting at the coffeeshop with a whole group of associates. But as he was well advanced in age and position by then, he was around 40-ish, and so he largely let most of his younger “staff” do the work for him. And for a period of time, there was this girl that who was pretty young, who would be with him. She was one of the ah lians who hung out in the area and had caught his fancy. And when I say young, she was definitely not older than 19. One of my sources said that she was maybe only 15 or 16, another said she was 17/18. Let's call her Rina. In any case, Rina was a school dropout (confirmed I guess for all sources concurred) and was the typical ah lian then. She was pretty, dressed skimpily, had a tad too much make up sometimes, smoked and cursed. And like the typical gangster's moll (as some of my western readers would be more familiar with) or the ah lians, she was loyal to her lover (Big Ong in this case), subservient even. She was fiery no doubt, but rarely did she go against Big Ong's words or instructions. Occasionally her temper got the better of her or her youthful playfulness took things a little too far for Big Ong's liking. But he had his way of dealing with it..........read on for more explanation.....<br />
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Now maybe a little description first...<br />
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Like a lot of guys/gangsters in Big Ong's era, face was very important and most of the time their girlfriends were expected to tow the line. Like pretty vases, they were meant to be seen and rarely heard. Of course in a big group setting and all the girlfriends sitting together would definitely result in loud chatter and giggling. But when it came to what they termed “men's affairs” they never wanted the girlfriend's opinion. However, every now and then, one of the girls would somehow “cross the line” and in most situations the boyfriend/lover would try to shut them off with a verbal warning which worked sometimes. But in most situations when the girls, who were typically subservient, “crossed” such a line their tempers/emotions would have gotten ahead of them and so this did not work. And so the boyfriend/lover would then result in getting a little more physical. Which in most case was a tight slap across the girl's face. And the slap would usually be pretty hard for the girl would bear faint reddish marks on her cheek. And the girls accepted it (well at least those girls in that era and clique at least), like as if it was an unspoken rule that it was normal. And in fact, there were times it became more then just slaps. However, Big Ong apparently was a little different. While he did take the same stand as the rest of the guys on the behaviour of a girlfriend, he did not resort to slapping or using his fist to pound. To the sources I spoke to, Big Ong reckoned that while he understood why the guys (esp in his clique) did so, he found it too ungentlemanly and to barbaric. As the sources quoted him, Big Ong agreed that the girl in such circumstances needed to be taught a lesson/punished but not in a way that affect her looks or could possible scar her face. And so Big Ong relied on giving a good ol spanking. <br />
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At first they did not know what Big Ong did to Rina. For whenever Rina did “cross the line”, he would lash out verbally at her to quieten her down then he would take her by the arm and go to the hotel he owned. They would then be gone for at least 30mins to an hour and when they returned, Rina would be visibly more mild/submissive, her face would be sometime tear-stained. Although I am sure it would have been a clear indicator, but probably because my sources were not spankos (not then at least) they did not realise that she would also seat down more gently/slowly when they returned. It was an unspoken rule that no one interfered with how the other treated their girlfriend so for a while no one really knew what happened. But the rest of the girlfriends actually knew. Well you know, the ladies actually talked to each other about their own boyfriends. But they never did tell their boyfriends for it was a dilemma for them. On one hand they “respected” Big Ong for his way in handling it cause it did not humiliate the girlfriend in public, but on the other hand they were fearful that their boyfriends may adopt such a method because for them, a slap in public despite being humiliating only lasted a mere split second, and a bashing with their boyfriends fist hardly every lasted 5mins and the struggling lasted most of the 5mins. However as Rina described to them, a spanking was painful and lasted much longer than a simple slap. <br />
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Then came a fateful day, that Rina “crossed the line” which culminated in her insulting and splashing a cup of beer at Roger who was a close associate of Big Ong. Big Ong took it as a loss of face and was seething with anger upon seeing it happen. Maybe it was a code among them as well, that Big Ong felt a need to make up to Roger. So this time when he brought Rina to the hotel, he called Roger to follow him. When they reached the hotel, apparently Big Ong had room which was permanently his (it was his hotel anyway), and when they went in Big Ong asked Roger to take a seat. Then as he brought Rina to the bed, he apologised to Roger for what Rina had done and he told him that to make up for that, he was to let her witness Rina being “taught a lesson”. By then Roger reckoned that Rina was already looking rather sorry and pleaded with Big Ong if she could just apologise to Roger and “serve him tea”. However Big Ong told her that she would still have to do that later when they returned to the coffeeshop but she was still going to be taught a lesson. He then lifted her mini-skirt and saw that she was wearing panties and so told her to go to the toilet and remove her skirt and change to a thong. Big Ong explained to Roger that he would normally make her remove her clothes but as he was around she would wear a thong. I suppose it was one of those codes for them that certain things of their own girlfriend was only meant for their own eyes. So when she came out of the toilet, abit reluctantly, Big Ong pulled her to the bed, sat down and put her over his knee. And he began spanking her rather hard in a rhythmic fashion. Rina winced and pleaded from the first smack as Big Ong launched into a verbal lashing as he spanked her bottom. Rina was sniffling by the time he was done and he made her stand up so he could get up then he told her to lie face down, spread eagle on the bed. As he removed his belt, Rina pleaded with him but Big Ong told her to shut up and proceeded to whip her bottom with his belt. Roger noticed that despite her cries and pleading, not once did she try to struggle away. After he was done with the belt, he told Rina to apologise to Roger. Then Big Ong ushered Roger to the door and asked that he return to the coffeeshop first as he was not done with Rina yet. At the side of his eye, Roger noticed that Big Ong had pulled out a cane from the vase next to the door. Of course Roger complied but as Big Ong closed the door, Roger stood there straining his ears to hear what happened next. He heard Big Ong tell Rina to remove her clothing and of course there was some pleading from Rina but then came the sounds of the cane which was quickly followed by Rina's cries of pain. So intrigued was Roger that he never took count of the number of strokes but he reckoned that it had to be more than ten. Then it went silent and as soon as he her moans from Rina, he chuckled to himself and made his way back to the restaurant. <br />
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Of course by the time Big Ong and Rina returned to the coffeeshop, Rina was rather embarrassed but seemingly more sorry and Big Ong reckoned that Roger would have told the table what had happened.<br />
The girlfriends were also a little horrified that the boyfriends now knew what Big Ong did whenever Rina stepped out of line. But fortunately for most of them, only one or two of the guys ever ventured in spanko territory.<br />
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As a parting note.......I hope this does not give a false impression that the “gangsters” in Singapore are a kinky bunch.....most of them are not.......at least not that I know...........<br />
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</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-78399544899706890572011-08-22T21:49:00.000+08:002011-08-22T21:49:38.970+08:00A spanking music videoHey Dear Readers,<br />
Sorry work has been bummer and I am currently posted out of town for a bit. But will try to update as frequently as I can. Nevertheless........for those who read one of my previous posts on a <a href="http://spank-a-lot.blogspot.com/2011/07/sound-of-spanking-or-spanking-tune.html">spanking tune</a>.....apparently someone has made one titled "<a href="http://xhamster.com/movies/802463/ass_drums.html">Ass Drums</a>".......lol.......check it out:<br />
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<iframe frameborder="0" height="400" scrolling="no" src="http://xhamster.com/xembed.php?video=802463" width="510"></iframe><br />
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Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-63130855151301676672011-08-10T03:18:00.000+08:002011-08-10T03:18:16.971+08:00Reader's submission: Young Fiancee Punished<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear readers,<br />
Here is another story that one of you have sent me. I thank you for sharing. For those who do not know the drill, occasionally readers of mine send me stories of their own real life spankapades.......I put them on my blog with their permission of course. The writing may be a little different from mine as I do not edit them but rather paste them wholesale.<br />
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Enjoy..........<br />
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I am a 21 year old Singaporean girl and recently moved to the UK with my fiance who was posted back here. I have been with my fiance ever since I was 17 and being Brit, he doesn't hesitate to give me bottom a good thrashing if I need one. I can be quite demanding and hard to handle sometimes, but being 14 years older than me, I guess my fiance has the experience in handling girls like me. When we first got together he told me straight in the face that he would spank me if I needed it. I guess I thought he was joking, but soon I learnt he wasn't. It was only our first month together and he had met me after school for lunch. We were supposed to catch a movie but he had to return back to office and so we could not watch the movie. But when he went to buy food I used his phone to sms his boss to say that he was sick and would not return to office. His boss belived my sms but he wasn't very amused. And so he brought me to his apartment which was nearby and gave me a rather good bare bottom spanking. I also learnt that year that he was not one to shy from spanking me in front of others. It was the last day of the school year and I had asked him if I could use his place for a mini party with a group of my girls after school. He was going to be at work anyway. I guess we got a little out of hand with our party as we blasted the music a little loud. And then in my excitement I forgot that he had warned against touching his liquor cabinet and I took a bottle of his vodka out. It was the first time anyone of us had drunk any alcohol and so soon the five of us got a little high and more rowdy as we began squeeling and screaming at the top of our voices with the loud music and we even threw toilet paper rolls out of the window into the trees below. I think someone must have complained because the security guard of the condo called my fiance who rushed back. He wasn't very please with what he saw and turned off the hi-fi the moment he came in. The five of us were shocked to see him suddenly appear and he began scolding us, well me mostly. Partly because of the alcohol I decided to talk back to him even though it was really our fault and so he decided there and then that he was going to spank me in front of my friends. But I refused when he told me to remove my skirt and go over his lap. However when he took out the ruler from the coffee table and warned that he would take the cane too if he had to force me over his lap I quickly did as I was told. It was embarrassing having to remove my skirt and go over his lap in front of my friends, but by the time he pulled down my panties the embarrassment was far from my mind as my bottom was on fire as he spanked my bare bottom. After the girls had left, I had to clean up his place bare bottomed and had to bend over after that as he smacked my bottom with his ruler twenty times. Over here in the UK we live in a rather close knit community where everybody knows every everybody and yes unfortunately I'm pretty sure almost everybody knows that my fiance spanks me. Likewise, he has already spanked me previously infront of my friends and he doesn't hesitate to spank me infront of his. But its only the handspankings though. My fiance feels he needn't put others through having to watch me being caned. Its a good thing too as he is quite an expert with the cane and I am normally screaming and begging when he canes me. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-13721812699616022092011-08-03T10:03:00.000+08:002011-08-03T10:03:23.613+08:00Spanking B - An opportune chance takenHey dear readers, its funny how many times in a relationship many of us miss certain opportune times to initiate a spanking with a vanilla. These opportune times present themselves in rather subtle ways most of the time and looking back, I have on many occasions missed such opportune circumstances. Nevertheless, there have been times that I caught that opportune time and it led to a spanktastic time. The following story is one of them. Enjoy.........<br />
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This was another girl I dated while studying......let's call her B. So during my time together with B, we spend a lot of time at her place after school and for two good reasons......1) Her parents worked till like 9plus 10 and (2) she stayed like 300m away from our school. And like many of the vanilla girls I dated, I had given a quick spank or two to her bottom every now and then in playful jest and also to “test the market” for how receptive to a spanking they were. Now B was one of those where a gut feeling told me that she would be for she always gave a giggle and a half-hearted-pretend-annoyed “tsk” whenever I swatted her bottom for fun. That being said, during the times that I had tried to put her over my lap she always struggled away though she never got annoyed but rather struggled away giggling. But not being one to force things and at that time, I was still rather inexperienced and did not have the courage either to tell a girl in her face that she need to be spanked (I finally mustered that courage with another girl but that's a story for another time) so things went on for a few months with lots of sex happening but almost zilch in the spanking department less for the occasional playful spank I gave to her cute bottom. <br />
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But as always, good things come to he who waits, or in my case.......waits for the right opportunity. Which before I begin to explain here, I must say I never knew what really caused her to say what she did (you will understand as you read on)....<br />
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So it was one of those days as usual where we were at her place after school and we were just mucking around in bed and had finished a second round of sex. We were in the midst of a playful wrestle cum tickling match when she swung her hand a little to excitedly and it result in her hand landing a slap to my cheek and the continued motion of her hand led her two fingers to jab my eye. My natural reaction was to stumble back and cup my eye while she, also startled, began apologising profusely and in her apology I heard the words.....”I'm sorry baby........you punish me....” I literally froze for a few seconds and opened my eyes to see her lying face down on the bed as if waiting in anticipation (we were both naked at that time). Now at that time, as I looked at her in that rather submissive position and that cute apologetic face of hers, the first thing one my mind was to go “It's alright baby.....it was an accident”. But just as I was about to mouth those words, I held them back and once again a spanko idea came to mind.......<br />
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I placed my hand on her bare bottom and gave a sharp spank to one of her bum cheeks......just to “test the market” once again. She gave a cute little wince........I gave another sharp spank to the other bum cheek and this time she wince and then.......half breathed a “I'm sorry baby......” My heart literally skipped a beat as my eyes brightened up......I cleared my throat and began on a more steady tempo of spanks which drew more gasps and sorrys.......and I guess as part of a natural reaction she tried to put her hand back but I folded them behind her and held them there as I told her not to move and continued spanking away.<br />
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Now before anyone of you starts sending me hate comments for taking advantage and spanking a poor little girls for such a trivial matter......bear with me......for my spanko idea wasn't just to spank her for such a trivial matter......so read on......<br />
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By now.....I would have given about twenty to thirty spanks and I stopped tempo to rub her bottom and give the occasional spank.....I had by then already let go of her arms which were folded back and she was not holding on to the pillow in front of her. And as I rubbed her bottom......I casually asked her why I was spanking her, to which she replied was for slapping me and poking me in the eye. And so I asked again that since it was an accident why did she asked to be spanked. And she said that although it was an accident she still ended up causing me pain. So this time I pushed it further and asked if she felt she deserved it. And she nodded this time. My plan was moving along just fine and so it was time for the finale......I then asked her that since she felt that she needed to be “punished” for something accidental......shouldn't she be punished too for the tantrum she threw earlier?<br />
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Alright a little explanation here......earlier on in the day, B had finished her classes at about 12pm. But I had a few more classes which would have lasted till 3-ish or 4pm. However, B reckoned that I should just skip the class and when I refused, she threw a missy fit and unfortunately I relented because largely we were in public and I found it embarrassing especially since people were beginning to turn their heads towards our direction due to her increasing voice. So dear readers......of course I wasn't just going to spank dear cute little B for accidentally slapping my face and jabbing my eye.....but it was to lead to a more proper spanking for the tantrum she had earlier thrown.<br />
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Back to the earlier para.....<br />
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So she gave a little whine and pout.....it was adorable....but I digress. I gave a harder spank to her bottom and ask again. This time she nodded. And I threw another question....this time asking her if she felt throwing that tantrum was worse than accidentally slapping me in the face. And when she nodded and gave another question this time asking if so then shouldn't the spanking for throwing a tantrum be harder? She gave her cute whine and pout again.....looking at me this time with her puppy dog eyes as if pleading. But another sharp spank to her bottom did the trick as she quickly nodded. Pushing it further I asked her to “ask” to be punished once again like how she did earlier. And she asked this time “I'm sorry for the tantrum.....you punish me”. <br />
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This time I told her to lift her bottom up and I slid my legs under them so she was over my lap. I held her hands behind her for good measure and spanked away at the similar steady tempo but a little harder this time. Her ows grew louder together with her apologies becoming more frequent. And I could hear her sniffling in the midst of it all. I wasn't timing but I remember there was a clock in front of me and it was about more than 5-minutes but less than 10-minutes before I stopped. I rubbed her bottom for a bit and then reached over to her table, which was adjacent to the bed, and took the thick plastic ruler. I gave her 10 swats with the ruler which drew gasps and ows from her and I also made her say “I will not throw a tantrum again”. By the time I was done, she was sobbing and apologising. I rubbed her bottom and let her compose herself before getting her up and hugging her. By then my manhood was in full attention and round 3 of sex began soon after.<br />
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After that there was a sort of mutual understanding.......and whenever she kinda pissed me off or threw a tantrum.....all I needed to do once we reached her place was to sit on her bed legs straight out and tap my thighs and she would go over like a bad girl needing a darn good spanking.Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-61535934108092620862011-08-01T03:57:00.000+08:002011-08-01T03:57:41.707+08:00Spankable Pictures 12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hi again!! Once again here are some of the supposedly vanilla photos, I have come across while surfing online, that kinda brings spanking back to mind....<br />
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Not a story this time but more of a spanking thought. It has been a constant thought at the back of my head and brought on once again when I replied to <a href="http://bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/2011/07/recap-mbs-sunday-brunch-for-july-24.html">MBS's Spanko Brunch #288</a> and if you can see from my comment that a spanking tune much like how <a href="http://www.stomponline.com/">STOMP</a> does its tunes is very much a possibility.<br />
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For you see, each spank has a different sound now I do not know if that is largely because of the bottom or the hand. Add implements into the equation and edit the cries from the spanks you'd probably have a full symphony and remix. <br />
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Just a spanking thought.............Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-35406616974074917742011-07-24T03:09:00.000+08:002011-07-24T03:09:42.520+08:00Spankalot's personal story - Spanking P<div style="text-align: justify;">Hey dear readers, my sincerest apologies for not posting for a very long time. Unfortunately for me, spanking is not my career and the need to generate $$$ has led to a rather mad time in my career. A very busy few months which has seen me travel for work to crazy places largely without access to reliable internet and when there was it was the mad rush of replying work-related emails and issues. Nevertheless I should be back on a more regular posting schedule in my blog so I thank you dear readers for sticking around.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the same time I realised that I have never posted much about my own personal spanking life......don't ask me why......maybe I was so preoccupied with posting the stories of the people who have shared their spanking stories with me that I neglected posting more about myself. Plus its different writing about myself........seems a little weird at times......but nevertheless.....here goes nothing.....about a certain ex-girlfriend of mine.....let's call her P shall we?<br />
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P was one of the girls I dated while I was in Poly. She was something many of my friends termed a “wild thing”. She had this quirky dressing and funky hair colours. Wild she was as my friends reckoned for she took the initiative to know me, now a lil disclaimer please don't get the wrong idea I do not reckon myself to be a stud of any kind, and kinda took more initiative when it came to physical intimacy. <br />
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So anyway.....you would know by now that at that time my dirty little mind was already filled with the spanking fetish. And it was soon before I began trying my luck giving a few swats here and there to her cute little bottom but never much of a serious spanking. Partly because the few times I pulled her over my knee and gave a few playful spanks, while we were having sex, I could only get a couple spanks before she wriggle away with a laugh and I did not force it because maybe at that point of time I was more inexperienced than anything. Its kinda hard to explain, I mean our relationship did not start of as a spanking relationship and then I wasn't really that open about my spanking fetish to the vanillas. I mean I had my group of spanko contacts and all but I had vanilla friends too. Nevermind.......<br />
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But my chance came close to a year in our relationship. My parents were overseas at that time, and yes like many Singaporean kids out there, when the parents are away the house becomes total chaos. So it we were in my room and it was about ten plus at night when the handphone rings and its my buddies asking if I was free to meet up. I had barely managed to answer when P started throwing a tantrum kicking me in the back and saying out loud that we had agreed to spend time together. Nostalgic ain't it for some of you guys? The neverending youthful worries of choosing to spend time with either your buddies and your girl? Well anyway so I stood up, turned around and shot her a glare before telling my buddy on the other line that I would call him back. As I ended the call I told her off for jumping to conclusions, yea I had intended to keep my promise to her and was about to tell my buddy that I would not meet them that day before I was rudely interrupted by her tantrum and kicking, and scolded her that since she decided to scream her head off the guys were gonna think I decided not to go because she made a fuss. She probably realised that she had reacted without thinking for her voice was more meek this time as she gave a pout and said that she did not know and thought I was going to agree to meet them. But I told her to shut it as I sat down on the bed, back facing her and dialled my buddy's number to tell him that I was not going to go. Of course I got a little ribbing from him for not wanting to meet them but they knew me well enough that it wasn't because of her tantrum. By the time I put down, I guess P was feeling a little apologetic for her earlier actions and had hugged me from behind and was already nibbling at my ear. I wasn't extremely pissed off but still little irritated at that point of time and then an idea came to mind. Reaching back I pulled her over so she sat on my lap and as she kissed me I attempted a half-irritated scolding again about how she should not over react like that and she took the bait apologising in a meeker tone this time as she attempted to apologise with more kisses to my neck. So I continued my little plan by saying that she was gonna have to do more than that to make up for the tantrum she threw. And as she gave turned to straddle me and rub her groin towards me and breathe the words “I'm all yours”, I manoeuvred her into an otk position over my lap and gave her a sharp spank to her pantied bottom, she was just in her lingerie at that time which was convenient. She struggled of course but I held her down and simply told her that since she wanted to act like a brat, I would give her what a brat deserved......a darn good spanking. I continued spanking at a steady rate as she winced and struggled, begging me to stop. And then I pulled down her panties and continued spanking this time at a harder and faster rate which drew little cries from her. And when she tried to put her hand back to block the spanks I locked it behind her back and told her that I would continue until she took the spanking without resisting. Her legs immediately stopped kicking as I continued to spank her already reddening bottom for another good minute or two. She whimpered apology after apology giving the usual promises that she would never throw a tantrum again. So I let her hand go and told her to prove that she was truly sorry she was to take the last twenty spanks to her bottom without struggling over putting her hand back. And I made her count them. She was sobbing and apologetic by the time I ended and as she laid there over my knee, I rubbed her bottom and slid my fingers in between her legs. As expected they were terribly wet and as soon as she began her soft moans and soft grinds of her hips against my fingers, I pushed her onto the bed and we probably fucked like rabbits in a full marathon for we were both sweaty and breathless when we both laid down exhausted on the bed. As we laid there in an embrace enjoying a few quiet moments listening to each other's breathing, I tried my luck once more as I sat up and said maybe another spanking to make sure you will be a good girl from now on......and guess what........she gave a pout and........went over my lap waiting for my hand.......<br />
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Needless to say........it was a rather spank-filled adventure for the rest of our relationship but unfortunately.......it takes more than a mutual liking for spankings to sustain a relationship and we parted ways sometime after. We are still friends though.........</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-39770652131568816842010-12-25T12:14:00.000+08:002010-12-25T12:14:00.137+08:00Merry Christmas from Spankalot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> To all of you, Merry Christmas and have a spanking good time!!<br />
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Ben always had an eye for young sweet things and there was this time that he hooked up with this girl (Nadia) who was 18 or 19 (Ben was 35 at that time) and was still studying in ITE if I remember correctly. <br />
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Now I think it was around Christmas and Ben hosted a party at his place for his friends and their families. The party went pretty well though I guess it was not as interesting for Nadia for Ben's friends were all around his age and their wives were around that age too. But I digress.........<br />
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So the next morning, Ben received a call from Fred asking if they had happen to see a pair of diamond earring which his wife may have dropped at his place the night before. It was a pretty expensive pair of earrings but most importantly, it was a gift that Fred's mother had given to his wife. Ben did not remember seeing it and checked with Nadia, who had stayed over that night and helped with the cleaning up, if she had seen it but she too said that she had not seen it. It was disappointing for Fred but Ben promised that he would look around his place again to see if it could be lying around underneath somewhere. Unfortunately, Ben found nothing still.<br />
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Then about a week later, Fred dropped by Ben's place and said he had something important to show him. It turned out that by sheer luck, while his son was playing around with the videocam during the christmas party, he had recorded something interesting. By some matter of coincidence, Fred's son had captured in the background Fred's wife getting up from the sofa and moving away, and this scene continued with Nadia, who was sitting next to Fred's wife at that time, looking at the vacated spot and looking around as if to make sure no one was looking then picking up the earrings, apparently dropped by Fred's wife, and putting it into her clutch. Ben was infuriated and embarrassed by what he had just seen on the videocam. Apologising to Fred, he asked him to stay so that he could get Nadia over and settle it in front of him. It was about noon then and Nadia was about to finish school. So he paged her, yes this was during a time when handphones were not that common in Singapore yet, with a message that he had something extremely interesting to show her and that he needed her to come over once she was done with her school. She called about 15minutes later to let Ben know that she was on the way and tried to probe what was that “interesting” thing he wanted to show her and Ben played along saying that it was a surprise for her. Well he wasn't entirely lying but he made it sound as if it was something positive. <br />
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So the doorbell rang signalling Nadia's arrival and Ben brought her to the living room he thought he'd give her a final chance to own up by casually saying that Fred just happened to pop by to see if he could have any luck trying to find his wife's earring. But not only did Nadia not bat an eyelid, she talked to him offering her “condolences” for the loss of the earrings as if she really had not taken it. This made Ben even more angry but he bit his lip and maintained his composure as they sat on the adjacent sofa from the sofa Fred was seating on. Nadia seemed rather excited about what surprise Ben had and asked to be shown the “interesting” thing for she could not contain her curiosity much longer. So Ben with a slight forced smile said that he had something interesting to show her and he flicked a switch on the remote (Ben and Fred had hooked up the videocam to the television before Nadia had arrived) and, in Ben's own words, the look on her face was classic. <br />
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There was an air of silence for a few moments as Ben and Fred turned their attention to Nadia who, caught unaware and shocked, could only give a sheepish half-smile and looked down. Ben scolded her for a bit, re-emphasising how embarrassing and disappointing it was that his own girlfriend had done such a thing. Then he told her that he was going to spank her infront of Fred for what she had done. This shocked Nadia even further, she had gotten spanked by Ben before but never infront of anyone else and so she pleaded with him. But he was firm and told her to stand up and remove her school skirt. By then she had been spanked enough by Ben to know better than to disobey him and thus she stood up and complied, looking down embarrassed. Seeing that she was wearing her panties, he told her to change into a bikini thong, which she had at his place, so that he could spank her bare bottom while saving Fred the embarrassment of seeing her bottomless. When she returned wearing her thong, Ben promptly put her over his lap and spanked her bare butt cheeks for a good ten minutes, scolding her as he spanked. She was crying and apologising by the time he stopped but he got her to fetch the hairbrush. This time, over his lap once more, Ben pulled Nadia's hair with one hand so that her face looked up at Fred and he gave her 20 hard spanks with the hairbrush, and for each spank of the hairbrush, he made her count out and apologise to Fred. After he was done, he made her stand in the corner with her hands behind her back, as he apologised to Fred once more. After a while, as Ben was about to walk Fred to the door, he turned back to Nadia and told her that her punishment was not over and she was to remove her clothing and wait for him. When he returned, Ben spanked her again for another five minutes and gave her a blistering ten strokes of the cane. <br />
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The next day, Ben picked her up after school and went with her to Fred's house to return the earrings. And since Fred's wife did not witness the spanking the day before, Ben spanked Nadia once more in front of Fred and his wife and gave her another 20 with the hairbrush which she had to count off and apologise to Fred's wife with each spank of the hairbrush. Ben reckoned that she was pretty much well behaved for a bit after that. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-46806232129545541372010-11-25T14:12:00.000+08:002010-11-25T14:12:29.295+08:00Domestic Discipline Matchmaking Agency<div style="text-align: justify;">I am sure that all of you have heard of matchmaking agencies. I do not know how popular they are in the West, but here in Singapore, it has been quite the trend. In fact, not too long ago I remember reading in the newspapers that even young Singaporean males are going to matchmaking agencies to find a foreign bride. Now sometime back, it was made known to me that there was a certain matchmaking agency that specialised in the alternative lifestyle. And to my amazement........they specialised in Asian girls. But they were very secretive somewhat and only catered to clients who were relatively rich and could prove it. At times their agents would make contact with prospective clients and at other times, they would only accept new clients thru existing client referrals. Since I could neither prove that I was relatively rich and I indeed was quite the poor soul, I did not have the luxury of such access to the matchmaking agency. For a while I had thoughts that it was but a myth or legend and such an agency surely did not exist. But something inside me, found no reason why my dear friend would have lied to me. Though I later found out that it was actually sort of a Freudian slip when he let me in on such information which thus explained his tight-lipness despite my persistent probing thereafter. Nevertheless, my bonds with a few acquaintances grew stronger and I became a friend they trusted. A friend they trusted enough to let me in on a certain secret. The secret about the matchmaking agency. But knowing about my plans to start my own blog someday (if you are lost, this happened waaay before I had started this blog), they made me promise that privacy and confidentiality would be ensured in my posts. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So before I continue please note a two things:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I am sure that at least some of you are gonna post some scathing remarks that I its all bull-crap and that I am dreaming. Well, it up to you to believe. I stand by my claims that all stories here are true but I do not claim that I can convert you or make you believe me. So if you are one of those career-trolls, just leave me blog......this place is not for you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. There will be another group who will either leave a comment here or email me asking about where and how to get in touch with this “mythical” agency. Well, sorry to say, I am not going to be able to help you. I will not and cannot (at their request) introduce you to the friends who have shared this with me. I will be breaking their trust otherwise. Even if you are gonna tell me that you have billions and are a suitable candidate.......trust me, they will somehow find you or go ask your billionaire friends instead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Alright, so now that we have gotten that out of the way let me continue........</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So these friends shared with me that such a matchmaking agency existed. It catered for men who not only wanted to look for a bride/spouse, but one who was willing or also looking to be in a domestic discipline/domsub/masterslave relationship. But there were conditions for one to be a client. Interviews were made to ensure that the prospective clients were indeed true lifestylists (for lack of a better word) and not some perv or psycho out to torture women and eat them alive or something. Another condition that the prospective clients had to be wealthy enough to ensure that the brides/spouses would no longer have to work. It was a lengthy process, at least three months and five interviews before and man could be deemed eligible to be a client.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for the agency, even my friends were not sure as to how many people ran it. But one thing is for sure, that the agency was pretty large with different “departments” specialising in ladies from a different continent. The girls were all engaged willingly. They knew what they were getting themselves into and the girl herself had the choice of rejecting a prospective client. They were not forced against they will in anyway. How were they scouted? Well.......read on to the end you will find out. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now the girls themselves after showing their interest are also assessed for their suitability. At least three interviews are given before the agency agrees to take them under their wing. Once accepted, they are put through a training program. I do not know where the training takes place but the training program lasts about four months and is split into phases. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first phase, which lasts about a week, is something of an introductory phase. Where as a group, they are introduced to what the training phases are like and observe how they are done. Now I must add that the girls can at any point decide that they have made a mistake in agreeing to be part of the agency and leave during the training program and the agency, at any phase to leave the program. And it is at this first phase that most of those who were not truly suitable leave. More often than not, if they choose to remain after what they have observed then it is highly like they would remain throughout the course of their training. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So after the week of observation and introductions, the girls move on to the next phase. The girls would be split up and be assigned to their trainers, with a ratio of 1 girl to one trainer. All of the trainers are female, this is likely to prevent any scandals from happening. The only males are those of authority and have a vested in the program and thus would not do anything foolish. In any case the males are rarely involved in the trainings and when they are, another female trainer is also present. So in this phase the girls are introduced to punishments and the various implements. It is also at this phase that the girls are fully nude. The only attire they wear are a black collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. They girls are introduced to spankings, the various implements and the variety of positions. It is also during this phase that they would learn submission, including sexual submission. But no sex really takes place as all the trainers are women......dildos are instead used here. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the next phase, the girls are now allowed to wear a tank-top and a boy shorts. But the clothing is still a privilege, and failure to follow the rules given would see them going without the boy shorts and with the tank-top removed and hanging around their necks. As at any one time, there are about ten girls going through each of the different phases, and this attire helps to differentiate. It is in this phase that the girls are taught etiquette, and other basic knowledge of high society to a certain extent considering that there is where the bulk of their prospective spouses would come from. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I know nothing about the next few phases as I was told that the girls were instructed never to reveal them, so sorry dear readers I know nothing about them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To ensure the time between girls' completion of their training and their selection by the agency's clients is not too long, somewhere in between the training phases, their profiles are written and their profile photographs are taken. Then its to the database and they await selection</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The selection process is like in any other agency. The clients list down their criteria and matches are done against the profiles of the girls that they have. Upon selection, a profile of the client is then shown to the girls (normally the client is advised to choose five for a preview) chosen, and only if the girls agree, then a meeting is set up. The first meeting is usually an introduction, and once the client has made his selection a second meeting is set up shortly where the client, the agent, the girl and her trainer are present. This is where the trainer will give her assessment of the girl to the client and brief him on any certain issues to note. The trainer also showcases a customary punishment session with the girl and invites the client to have a feel of punishing his prospective wife. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, after that, the girl is delivered to the client sometime later, I think its after paper work and sometimes necessary immigration issues are done. The trainer is usually the one that arrives with the girl and together with the girl comes something like a starter pack of implements. Additional implements and punishment furniture can also be ordered. Most of the time, unless the client is known to be extremely experienced, it is agreed that a set guidelines are given. These guidelines are rules for the girl to follow and like a guide for the client on learning to be a dom or getting used to being one. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The rules are not the same throughout and are mostly discussed between the trainer and client. But some of the usual ones are:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Attire: The girl is to be in the agreed upon attire whenever alone with the client in the home.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Permission is to be sought before doing anything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A maintenance spanking either twice or three times a week. This includes a bare bottomed hand spanking and a small strap. Its usually 3-5mins for the handspanking and 10 licks with the strap.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The standard pack of implements generally consisted of about 15 implements and so everyday at a fixed time, the girl would have to take an implement and ask the client to give her 10 licks/strokes with it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some form of sex was to take place everyday. The reason for some form was because technically, having sex everyday could be an impossible feat for some of the clients.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Additional punishments were at the client's discretion and the girl would be required to log them down in a logbook.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In addition, a notebook would be given to the client to note down any difficulties or problems he faced with the girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a month had passed, the trainer would return for a first review. To check on how things are and also it is at this time, that the client makes changes to the guides and rules accordingly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are also reviews done at the three month, sixth month and lastly at the one year mark. After that, the client is entitled to three free reviews within a five year timeframe, where the trainer would return upon the client's request to help handle any issues. During that five year timeframe, the girl could be sent back one time, upon the client's request for a one-week retraining. This rarely happens and I was told that the girls were warned that anyone sent back would be in for a very painful week. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there you have it. I was also hinted by a few I know that there was such an agency for males where the roles are reversed. I have not managed to get any confirmation on this but if I do, you can rest assured that it will appear here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now this is not all there should be more. I personally know three Singaporean girls who were part of this. And their own stories, on how they were introduced to the agency and how things went for them, will be published but with my hellish work schedule......I can't commit to a time frame for when they will be published. But do stay tuned. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-51522627212614761862010-11-11T11:07:00.000+08:002010-11-11T11:07:38.766+08:00Sometimes I can't help myself in such a situation<div style="text-align: justify;">I just had to post this picture and pose you spankos a question. For me as a spanko, whenever I find myself in such a "physical situation" with a member of the opposite sex, I cannot help but give the cute bottom a playful spank or two (if its a vanilla) or a harder smack if I'm in the company of a fellow "spanko". So far I have gotten away with it even if tried with a vanilla. How about you?</div><br />
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Once again I have come across these cute little bottoms in such positions that make them oh so spankable :)<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>So without further ado.........</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am a 18 year old girl who is spanked by my boyfriend and my mummy. <br />
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It all began last year. I flunked my O levels and was slacking around. Then got together wif this guy. Caucasian quite good looking but much older than me. He is 32 this year working in Singapore. He is like much better than all the guys I have dated before. Very romantic and very take care of me. Only thing is that he spanks me. From the start of our relationship he already spank me. But only occasionally at first because he busy at work so we don't meet so often and because the spanking hurts so I try my best to be good in front of him. <br />
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But then someway close to the end of last year, my mummy call him and complain about me and ask him if he could talk to me. Although my mummy at that time dunno that he spank me but I think also partly because she notice that I only listen to him. So she complain that I steal her money and refuse to listen to her and many other things la. They talk on the phone that time for almost two hours. So my boyfriend said that he will settle it. He also didn't tell me about it and my mummy also didn't. Until the weekend. I thought we suppose to meet outside but then in the morning he come over and bought breakfast for me and my mummy. Then after breakfast I ask him wait for me I go bathe change then we go out but he say no he need to talk to me and my mummy. So I thought what was it. Then he start saying that my mummy call him and tell him about me. I at that time angry with my mummy but also embarrass cause I dun wan to let my boyfriend know. Then as we talking my mummy and me get into a slight argument and my mummy say something like I only will listen to my boyfriend thats why she tell him. Then my boyfriend tell my mummy that he will show her how to make me listen to her. Then he ask me to get over his lap and say he is going to spank me. Of course I refuse because my mummy is there and I thought he wun dare. But I was sitting just next to him on the sofa and so he pull me over his lap. I struggle of course but he give one hard slap to my bum and say dun move then I stop struggling. I think my mummy at first also shock cause when she call my boyfriend she dun expect this but then I think after she see that I stopp struggling after the first spank she curious so wait and see. He spank me on my shorts for some time and he pull down my shorts and continue spanking my bare bum. After he finish he make me stand in the corner without my shorts. Then he talk to my mummy. He tell her that this is what he will do to me normally when I am naughty. Then I think because that time when they talk on the phone my mummy never specify what I do wrong so this time my boyfriend ask her to tell him. So she let go everything, everything also say. She tell him that I smoke, come back drunk, sometimes never come home, steal money from her, wear clothes like prostitute, at home very rude to her, treat the home like hotel and on and on. Then she brought my boyfriend to my room and they brought out my pack of cigarettes and my clothes which my mummy said made me look like a prostitute. My boyfriend was upset when my mummy told him all this. He make noise about my smoking and dressing before. I told him I quit already actually it was just never smoke in front of him and I did not wear those translucent clothes after he make noise when I go out with him so he didn't know. So after scolding me. He say he will teach my mummy how to spank me. So he make me go over my mummy lap and he guide my mummy how to spank me. Then he ask my mummy for a hairbrush and show my mummy how to spank me with the hairbrush also. After that he take his belt and he belt my bum 20 times. Then he tell me that if I ever do those things again he will make sure its worse. Then he make me stand in the corner for one hour. After that he tell me to go bathe and change before we go out. <br />
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The next week of course I try to be good. Not exactly good la but I try to be tactical. I though I was very tactical already. I only smoke when my mummy not around. I go out only after she sleep. But it was a trap. I found out that that day when I went to bathe my boyfriend told my mummy to pretend and to note down if I didn't listen to his rules and let him know. So when I tot that I was very successful in pretending to be good infront of my mummy she actually was pretending that she dunno I was good. I only find out the next saturdaymiuntes. After that I bend over sofa and my boyfriend spank me with his belt ten times. Then he pass the belt to my mummy to spank me ten times also. Then 15 minute corner time then I must lie on the sofa and he use the cane to cane me six times and then pass to my mummy to cane me six time also. Then after 15 minute corner time again he call me to stand in front of them and tell me his plan. He write down on a piece of paper. From now on monday to friday I must wake up by 8.30am. My mummy go work at 9am so if by 8.30am I haven wake up she will spank me. Each day I must do some household chores like sweep and mop the floor and wash the clothes. If I never she will spank me also. I cannot go out unless I ask permission from my mummy. Or not she will spank me with the hairbrush. If I am allow to go out I must come home before my mummy is home from work at 9pm or not she will spank me with hairbush also. If I am not sleeping by 11pm she will spank me also. If I smoke, or drink or wear the prostitute clothes out she will cane me five time. My boyfriend also say that he will give me allowance so I dont take from mummy but if I steal from her she will cane me ten times. Then every sat morning he will come and review. So every Sat morning when he come usually at about 10am I remove shorts and panties and stand with my hands on my head in front of them and he will review with my mummy how I was during the week. If I am spanked more than 8 times he will spank me with his hand then hairbrush then belt my bum 20 times and cane me ten times. If I am spank more than five time he will not use the cane. If I am spank at least one time he will use not use the belt also. If I am not spank he will then spank me only with his hand to remind me. The first three months only one time I never get the cane. Now almost one year most of the time until the belt. Never once only hand. But better already especially the last two months got a few times almost did not need the hairbrush. Hopefully next month I will be able to reach the first time without hairbrush even. My boyfriend says he will get me a big present if that happens.</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-64574418315620980712010-10-27T19:09:00.000+08:002010-10-27T19:09:33.520+08:00Spankalot is back on FacebookDear readers,<br />
So it appears that after almost two years, facebook decided to disable my account. When I emailed them asking why, they replied with a cryptic message saying that I was not representing myself "authentically" on facebook. Oh well........<br />
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So anyway, I am back up with a new account. Add me if you are on and we can chat ;)<br />
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But anyways........for all my lovely silent readers who have popped by, stayed on and patiently waited for my updates (which were far between at times)..........today is the day I thank you for sticking around.<br />
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Do stick around and hey, if you would love to break that lurking and leave me a comment.......please do, I would love that! <br />
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Take good care and keep the spanking going!<br />
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Also I noticed ever since I brought to your attention on some of you readers who have "come out of your lurking shell" and sent me spank-liners (one-liners on your spanking activities), more of you have begun sending me your "spankliners".<br />
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So once again, here are some spankliners that I have received from you:<br />
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male: Heard my mom getting a spanking from my dad last night.<br />
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male 19: My girlfriend said she got spanked for breaking curfew.<br />
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female 21: Hubby spanks me whenever I overspend.<br />
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female 26: Mother-in-Law spanks my bottom once a week as maintenance.<br />
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male: For lying to me, I spanked my gf and caned her.<br />
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male: My wife spanks me the next day if I come home drunk.<br />
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female: My boss uses his ruler to smack my bottom whenever I make a mistake.<br />
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unknown: Got spanked hard last night on my barebottom.<br />
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female 40: Just explored spankings and I love it.<br />
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female: Fifty stroke of the belt a week keeps me in line.Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-4880307935844505332010-10-15T15:50:00.000+08:002010-10-15T15:50:29.922+08:00Reader's Submissions: Another Spanked Wife<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>So once again.......one of you nice readers has sent me a personal spanking story. I thank you!</i><br />
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I am Singaporean female in my early twenties and I just found out your blog last week. It is interesting to know that there so many people in Singapore who still get punished by their husbands or boyfriends when they are naughty. It is also funny to know that I am not the only one in Singapore. <br />
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My husband and me got married two years ago but we have been together since I was 15 and ya all along he will punish me if I am bad or naughty. He is like six years older than me and I think ya I am submissive and need someone to take care of me. After reading ur blog I learn that what my husband and me have is domestic discipline. We all along also don't have a formal start on domestic discipline la. He punish me also like just started like that since I with him when I 15. That time I know him is through my friends. We all go out together and then he was a friend of my friend's boyfriend and came along. We liked each other almost from that time and then after a while from that day, he asked me to be his girlfriend. All along he will take care of me. Not only like a boyfriend. But maybe because I come from single-parent family, since young dunno who my father is so sometimes I treat him also like an elder bro or father figure. I mean not only treat me like his girlfriend but he will also take care of me like that. And also cause that time when I know him he already finish army and working so he like very mature so almost everything I will listen to him lor. But then cause I can be quite playful and so sometime I will do things to make him angry. But although he angry with me he wun anyhow lose temper and shout at me. He will scold me la but in a calm way but also in a strict way la in the way his voice sounds. Then at the start most of the time I try to act cute lor to calm him down. Like when I know its my fault and he is scolding me then I will give a pitiful face, open my eyes big big act cute.....pull my ears and say sorry. Actually all the time I get away with it one. Then there was one time I was waiting for him under one of the blocks after school to go his place and so I thought he still on the way so I take a cigarette from on of my classmates to smoke. He don't like me to smoke and get angry with me for smoking before. Then suddenly I turn and saw him standing at the next block looking at us angrily. I of cause shock and then throw the cigarette away immediately and walk over to find him. He scold me as we walk back to his place. Of course I try to act cute to calm him down. And when at his home watching tv he sit there keeping quiet and so I know he still angry. So I try to cheer him up by my usual act cute way of saying sorry. Then he say everytime I do this think can get away with it so he say this time must punish me. I still pulling my ear and giving that cute face and he ask me to continue pulling my ear and stand up. Then he suddenly use his hand to smack my bum a few times and say that is for being naughty and smoking. Its not very hard la and I tot its funny so I pretend to cry out that its pain and I was sorry and won't smoke again. I think he feel my reaction like quite funny so he was not angry already but he tell me that if I smoke again he will make sure its pain. The next week he again not working so I wait for him at the same place after school to go his place. But this time I smarter I go with my classmates to the staircase to smoke first and then I come down wait for him. He actually didn't know when I met him but when he kiss me when we at his place he smell the cigarette smell and then he got angry and scolded me. I know he angry la and its my fault so I stand up and pull my ear and give that cute face and tell him I was sorry and let me smack my butt again lor. I tot he smack play play one like the last time then ok already. But this time he remind me that the last time he told me that if I smoke again he would make sure it was pain. So he put me over his lap and spank my bum. It was pain this time and I struggle and ask him to stop and swing my hand to try and block his hand. But he hold my hand so it cannot move and then he ask me if its my fault. I keep quiet but he ask again so I nod my head. Then he ask me since its my fault should I be punished. I keep quiet. He ask again. I still keep quiet. But he ask one more time and I know he mean it so I said sorry and nod my head. Then ask me to pull my ear and then he lift up my skirt and spank my bum somemore. I can feel my tears dripping out already then he stop. He ask me to stand up and continue to pull my ear and he sit there at the sofa and scold me somemore for smoking. Actually I think he will stop there one but then he ask me one question what do I think will happen if I smoke again. I reply that he won't. Then he ask why and I reply that because the next time I will eat sweet after that so he wun smell. Then he give me the serious face and say that I never learn my lesson and ask me to stand there wait for him. He go to the room take a big plastic ruler and come back and put me over his lap again. This time he pull down my panties also and then he use the ruler to smack my bum at least 20 times and I was crying already. Then he stop and ask me questions like will I smoke again. And then I answer him no he smack me bum one more time. Then he ask me another question if I promised. Then I say yes and he smack my bum one more time. Then he ask me what will happen if I smoke again. Then I say wun happen. But he smack my bum again and ask the same question. Again I say wun happen he smack my bum again and ask the same question. After a few times I say then I will be punish lor. Then he smack my bum again and ask me how I will be punished. Then I say like this time lor. Then he smack my bottom and ask me to say again. Then I repeat like this time lor. But he smack my bum again and ask same as this time or worse. I know he sure want me to say worse, so I said worse. Then he smacked my bum one last time and said its I say one ah. Then he let me get off his lap. After that its like each time I am naughty he will spank me for sure. But he is fair la and I know its for my own good. He wun anyhow for no reason punish me and he will explain to me why he spank me. But when he is going to punish me I confirm cannot get out of it one. The first few time I try to get out of it by acting cute but then I learn that it wun work and also because I know its my fault and I deserve it so I never try to avoid already. And I try not to make the same mistake because I learn that each time I am naughty for the same thing the punishment is worse. In fact only the first few times he spank me on the clothes or panties after that all the punishment on my bare bum already. And like when he is going to punish me he will like make me say it out. He will like say so you did this naughty thing again. And then I will keep quiet. But he will look at me and ask me with that kind of eye until I answer yes. Then he will ask me so how. Then I will say I will get punished. Then he will tell me to take the ruler. Then I will go to the room in the drawer take the ruler and come out. Standard one he will be sitting on the sofa when I come out and then he dun need to say anything I will take off my skirt or shorts and panties and go over his lap. He will spank my bum then use the ruler to smack me. But because I know he does it for my own good I feel very guilty when I am naughty. When I turn 18 he started to use the belt also. Actually its not because I turn 18 but it was just nice that time when he used it on me. There was this time all my friend were going clubbing but he told me not to go because he was working and cannot go with. He know that there will be guys there and if I get drunk then there is no one to take care of me. But I go without him knowing but that night really drink until very drunk. I vomit all over and cannot even walk. Some guys almost try to take advantage but lucky my girl friends see in time and pull me away from them. Then they all must go home so no choice I cannot go home like that so they call him to come pick me up. I din even know at all until I wake up next morning on his bed. I know that he sure very upset one and I feel very guilty. And so when I go out of the room to find him I bring the ruler with me. Before he say anything I remove my panties and lie over his lap and wait for him to punish me. He scold me and spank me and smack me with the ruler harder that time. Then as he smacking me with the ruler he tell me how my friends had to save me from a group of lecher guys when I was drunk. I feel so guilty and bad that I ask he to punish me somemore. He said dun need me to tell him that and he smack my bum with the ruler almost fifty times at least. And then he ask me to stand up and bend put my hand on the sofa. He then take his belt and say that because I lie to him and put myself in danger he will use the belt and whip my bum. He whip my bum at least twenty times before he stop. Then he make me stand in the corner and pull me ears. That was the first time that he use the belt on me and also first time he make me stand in the corner. After that he will use the belt if I ever lie to him. He believe that trust is very important in the relationship and so lieing is the worst thing. <br />
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When we get married his parents already passed away for a while so he only child and then so I move into his flat. He very nice and fillal one so he ask me mother to move in also and rent out her flat so she can use the money and dun need to work. Because my husband by that time already doing quite well, so I become a housewife lor and spend more time with my mother. At that time when my mother move in he only punish me in our bedroom and at night after my mother sleep or if my mother not at home. We all thought that my mother dun know that my husband punish me but then there was one time I was talking on the phone while driving the car with my mother and then I knocked into another car. So that day when my husband came home I told him that I had an accident. But when he asked what happen I know if I tell him I on the phone then I sure get punished because he say before. So I say I dunno the brakes like not working properly. Actually he believed me one but then my mother suddenly say to me is it I want to be punished by him again for lying. My husband and I like shock for a while but my mother know we shock so she tell us that she not stupid or blind. Then she still can say that she support my husband because I at this age still not mature and need someone to discipline me. Wah I shock until speechless. I dunno wat to say. Then my mother still continue and tell my husband that no need to hide in the room to punish me la punish me in the living room also can. And then my mother still tell my husband that the accident was really because I was talking on the phone. My husband then ask me and I know I no choice got to admit. Then he ask me so you try to lie to me again right? And I nod but say sorry. And then he ask and you drive with hp even though I say don't do that right? I nod again. He then say the usual so how. But then I ask him in the room and he said that my mother already know and she supports so in the living room. So I no choice go to the room and take the ruler. I abit embarrass but then no choice I come out my husband sitting on the sofa and my mother sitting on the other sofa. I remove my panties and lie over his lap. He spank me and smack me with the ruler. And because I lied to him I must bend at the sofa and he use his belt to whip me. This time he make me stand in the corner and pull my ear in the living room. But worse still the next morning I like abit angry with my mother for not covering up for me and so I like quarrel with my mother quite loudly and scold her some rude things. Like I say earlier my husband is the very filial type and he believe that our parents must respect. So when he heard those things he get quite angry and tone quite harsh ask me to stop it. Then he tell me to take the ruler immediately. My bum already quite sore because the day before get punish but he spank and smack my bum this time as hard. Then he make me stand in the corner and pull my ears. I thought it was finish but he tell me to stay there until he come back. Then he go out of the house. He come back with a cane that he buy from downstairs. And then he tell me to bend over the sofa again. The cane ah wah ten strokes already I begging him to stop. But he say that I so old already still so rude to my mother so he cane me the same number as my age. I that time 22 and so mean got 12 stroke more. After the cane he make me apologise to my mother and then make me stand in corner again. When I am standing in the corner he hang the cane on the living room wall and say that if I rude to my mother again he will cane me. Now I more polite to my mother and my relationship with her like better. But sometimes will still quarrel with her but once my husband canes me I will be very nice for a long time. Since that time he cane me I only got cane three more times until now. Now I dun get punish so often maybe once or twice a month. The punishment is always pain and I cry most time. But I know its for my own good and a lot of my bad habits dun have already.</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-16673412967008607882010-10-07T10:43:00.000+08:002010-10-07T10:43:18.269+08:00Group spanking sessions for the mistresses<div style="text-align: justify;">I remember reading recently in the newspapers about certain places in China where the booming recovery of the economy has led to a resurgence in the mistresses industry. I guess this happens not only in China but in almost every city that sees a large number of businesses. Though not openly publicised, Singapore has its fair share of mistresses. While there has been much talk about more of our men getting foreign brides, there has also been a large number of Singaporean ladies who have become mistresses to the foreign businessmen who come to our shores frequently. Which reminds me of a real life spanking story along that line............<br />
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I don't know about now but some years back there was this bunch of young Singaporean mistresses about five of them all below the ages of 25. They had all known each other while working as KTV hostesses in the same KTV. It was there, and around a span of a year, that the five of them had somehow managed to each “hook” a relatively wealthy foreign businessman who took them as their mistresses. For them it was like striking the lottery for they no longer had to work as hostesses serving a multitude of men but rather they lived in somewhat luxury in the private apartments that the businessmen owned in Singapore and now only needed to serve one man. The girls met up regularly when their men were out of town. They met of hi-tea, did their shopping together and just whiled away their time together as they waited for the return of their foreign men. When their men were in town, their time belonged to each of their men. But they occasionally bumped into each other for each of their “masters” knew each other. Like when a few of the men would meet up for golf, or during wine & dine functions. <br />
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And it was during one of these functions that the topic of spanking came about. As usual the men indulged in small talk while the mistresses gossiped among themselves. Now at some of these functions, it was relatively easy for those in the know to identify or differentiate the women who were wives of the men from the women who were merely mistresses. There were many indicators, one of the most obvious ones would be that the wives would be involved in the small talk with the men while the mistresses sort of mixed among themselves. While they would all be donned in elegant designer wear, the poise and way the wives carried themselves would be different from the way the mistresses carried themselves. All except one........she was the mistress of the host. Although like the other five mistresses, she too came from the same KTV but to the rest of the men, she carried herself rather well and occasionally indulged in small talk with her “master”. During such functions she did engage in gossip with the other mistresses but never for too long. Now it wasn't like she was ostracised by the other mistresses and it wasn't like she felt she was better. But the other mistresses sort of gathered that it was probably due to the fact that her man was based mostly in Singapore. Now the five men noticed this and as this topic came out in their small talk they pulled the host over as he walked by and jokingly asked him how come his mistress seemed different in a positive sense. But as there were many people around and the host felt it unwise to elaborate too much and so he merely chuckled and mentioned that it was all about a little training sometimes. But the five men were persistent and because they were relatively good friends, spare no effort in trying to get him to reveal a little more. Not wanting to create a scene and knowing that this bunch of men would not let him remain tight-lipped for long, he told them that if they were that interested to know, he would show them in a while. So the host went about for a little while more, making small talk with the other guests, and then he walked to his mistress and whispered something in her ear. The mistress nodded and then proceeded up to the study. The host then made his way to the group of five men, who were by now making small talk to another group of guests. Joining in the small talk for a couple of minutes, the host then politely excused himself and the five men on the pretence that they had something had cropped up and they had to discuss it in private. It was common during such functions that real business talk sometimes took place and so none of the other guests suspected anything. <br />
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When they entered the study, they saw the host's mistresses inside, she seemed puzzled that they had all come in with her man, but she gave them a polite smile and nodded to acknowledge their presence. The men sat down in the chairs in middle of the study, which the host used sometimes for mini meetings. Thinking that he was about to have an impromptu business discussion with the men, the mistress asked if she should leave. But he told her no and motioned her to sit on his lap. He told her that the men had come to talk about her. The host continued and said that the men had praised her for being extremely obedient but he had told them that this wasn't always the case. The mistresses smiled nervously, she knew where the conversation was going to.......and wasn't the first time that he had spanked her in front of guests. Then the host asked the mistress to tell the men what happens if she gets out of hand. The mistress smiled shyly looking down and keeping quiet. So the host said maybe he would show them what happens. He told the mistress to stand up and remove her dress. Which she did without hesitation. Removing her dress in front of men was nothing new for her, during her hostess days, there were occasions that she was fully naked in a room full of men. Turning her around to face him and showing her red bum to the men, he explained to the men that he spanked her to keep her in-line. He then let instructed her to put on her dress and return down to the party. After she left, the host further explained that he would have given them a demonstration but as the night was still young, he didn't want her to go down and have the guests see her teary-eyed. He offered that if they were interested he could do a session with them and their mistresses the following weekend. One of the men wondered aloud if their mistresses would agree to being punished. The hosts replied matter-of-factly that in his experience they usually would. The timing was perfect for all the five men would still be in town on that day and so it was agreed. <br />
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The following weekend, the five men and their mistresses arrived at the hosts home once again. The mistresses did not know about the arrangement between the men and thought that it was just one of those gatherings. The men had agreed to keep it a “surprise” for the mistresses and so when they arrived the women hung out at the hosts swimming pool as they usually did all decked out in their pretty bikinis sitting around gossiping like they usually did. The hosts brought the men to the basement, to show them what he had prepared. It was a simple set-up, six chairs spaced apart in a circle. After a round or two of drinks the men decided that it was time to call the girls in. They went up to the swimming pool and told the ladies that they had something to discuss with them and called for them to follow them in. The ladies, not knowing what was coming followed them down to the basement. As the men took their seats, the ladies not having any seats for them proceeded to seat on the laps of their men, all except the mistress of the host (she probably knew what was coming). The host began talking telling the ladies that the men had all decided that they had all gotten a little “out of hand” and they needed to learn a little lesson. Some of the ladies thought it to be a joke and giggling was heard. But the host ignored the giggles and continued that he would show them and their men what happens when his mistress gets out of line. He put his mistress over his lap and the giggling got a little louder but at the sound of the first spank, the rest of the mistresses kept quiet, realising what he meant by “to be taught a lesson. Stopping after the first spank, he looked up and told the ladies that this was called a spanking and he would be teaching the men how to spank them. He told them that this was a decision that the men had made and if they did not comply they would be thrown out by their men. The giggling and smiling faces had gone......the host then told his mistress to stand up and stand by the chair with her hands on her head. The mistress quickly complied and the host told the rest of the mistresses to follow-suit. Seeing the straight looks on their own men's face, the mistresses knew they meant business and quickly did as they were told. The host then told them that they were to remain in that position until told otherwise. He then put his mistress back over his lap and gave his mistress a quick twenty spanks on her bottom. He then told the mistress to get back up into position and then he told the mistresses to get over their men's lap and asked the men to try giving a few spanks. The host went around give tips and advice to the men. After he had gone round he told the ladies to get back up and into position. Back at his seat he asked the men if they were comfortable so far, and when they replied with a positive, he suggested that they try it for real this time. So he told the ladies this time to remove their bikinis. The host's mistresses quickly complied and the rest of the mistresses quickly followed suit. All the ladies went over their men's lap this time and the host said they would spank for a minute this time and set a timer. The spanking continued and when the minute was up the host told the women to get back up in position. As all except the host's mistress had not been spanked before, they had already begun to sniffle. The host once again asked the men if they felt comfortable, and then suggested another go but this time five minutes. When the five minutes was up, the ladies were all mostly sobbing or crying. Next he showed them the belt. He told his mistress to stand infront of the chair, bend over and put her hands on the seat of the chair and stick her bottom out. Removing his belt, he belted her bottom five times, drawing gasps with each stroke. He then suggested that they would do this one by one twenty strokes of the belt for each. So turn by turn, each men's mistress bent over the chair and their men gave them twenty strokes of the belt with guidance from the host. By the time they had gone round, all the mistresses were crying and their bottoms were bright red. All except the host's mistresses for she hadn't received her twenty strokes of the belt yet. But the host had something else in store for her. He went to a corner of the room and pulled a long bench to the centre of the circle. Then he told his mistress to get on her hand and knees on the bench. He told the mistresses that if they thought they punishment was bad, he was going to show them that it was not so bad as it was their first time. He also told them to watch how his mistress counted each stroke for the next time they did this, they would be expected to count as well. But before he began belting her, he put a large plastic ruler on her back. Without explaining, he began belting her hard and she counted out aloud (“1 Sir.....etc”) with each stroke of course with crying as well. At the 8th and 17th stroke she buckled and the ruler dropped from her back. And so after the belting was done, the host took the ruler in his hand and asked his mistresses what happens when the ruler dropped. She replied that five spanks with the ruler. And then he asked her how many times the ruler dropped and she replied two. So he asked her again how many strokes she should get, and she replied ten strokes with the ruler. The host proceeded to smack her bottom with the ruler, ten times as she cried out. When he was done he suggested that they wrap the session up with five strokes of the belt for all the girls which they had to count out together. The last five strokes were given hard and all the ladies were crying out loud. After that, the ladies were put facing the wall in a line with their hands on the heads and all a blubbering wreck as the host and the men had a drink and talked. <br />
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Then on, they continued this at least once a month and sometimes twice. The ladies........their bottoms suffered but their “behaviour” changed for the better........</div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-6497705191443743062010-10-03T00:08:00.000+08:002010-10-03T00:08:45.368+08:00Spankable Pictures 010<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Dear readers,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Just another bunch of spankable pictures that I have come across on the internet. Enjoy :)</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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It seems that many of you are still sending me your one-liners and short-liners. Since there has been a bunch.......I have decided to post some. </i><br />
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Male, 26: My girlfriend wants me to spank her....should I?<br />
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Male, 30: My female boss is a bitch should be spank! How ah?<br />
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Female: I'm 18 n my elder sis spanks me whenever I m bad.<br />
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Female, 37: Just began domestic discipline with my hubby. I got my maintenance spanking this evening.<br />
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Male, 19: My mom passed away years ago. My dad just married this 24 year old Viet. I can hear him spanking her some nights.<br />
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Male: My sister-in-law is moving in with us. I told her she would get spanked if she doesn't follow my rules. She was agreeable.<br />
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Male 20: Sometimes at night, I can hear what seems like the couple renting a room in my flat the guy spanking his wife.<br />
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Female, 19: My boss spanked me yesterday. I dunno why but I secretly enjoyed it.<br />
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Female, 21: My mom's boyfriend spanked me yesterday for swearing at my mom. <br />
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Male,35: I jokingly told me girlfriend that I was going to spank her for being a bitch. She told me not to do it too hard. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4189356596494691385.post-81865881699374788122010-09-25T04:50:00.000+08:002010-09-25T04:50:40.399+08:00Reader's Submission: Mother and daughter get spanked by husbands together<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Hello again dear readers and how has the spankings been in your life? Today once again one of you have sent me a real-life spanking story of yourself. This time it appears a mother and daughter are in a domestic discipline relationship with their husbands who are in fact brothers. As you read the story......pardon the typos, I copied and pasted the story leaving it as it was......thanks dear reader for submitting your story....</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Enjoy........</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">-------------------------------------------------------</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hey spankalot,<br />
I chanced upon your blog as I was searching for news about Singapore. I search for news on Singapore quite often cause I use to be from Singapore but have not come back for a few years already. Anyway my mother and me are in this domestic discipline relationship together. Seems so weird right? I am 20 this year and my mom is 36 yes she is only 16 years older than me. But sometimes I think we are more like good friends or sisters. I dunno who my father is because my mother says he disappeared after knowing she was pregnant. Anyway so my mother she is like a good friend of mine. Even when I was 14 and 15 years old she would bring me with her when she went clubbing with her friends and she would sneak me in. At that time already I was waiteressing at the cafe where she was a supervisor. So when I was about 16 years old I got picked up by this 36 year old caucasian guy when clubbing with my mother and so coincidence my mother got picked up by his elder brother who is 40 at that time. They actually din belive us when we said that we were mother and daughter and only belive us when we so them our ICs. I think it was a love at first sight moment for all of us because after that we hang out for a while. The two of them run a business together and they were taking a year off to travel around southeast asia. But somehow they got hooked by us and ended up staying in Singapore for about six months. And that means we were dating for about six months. Then they change their plans, their both asked us to marry them and go back to their country with them. We agreed of course.<br />
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But before all that something happened. I think we were dating for about three months already and we were in their hotel room having drinks after dinner. At that time we were owe rent for the flat we were renting and did not have enough money to pay. Then because we saw a bag where they keep their money and my mother and me thought just take some to pay the rent they wun notice. So I distracted them and my mother took the money. But they found out because maybe our actions like suspicious. When we were wanting to leave they confronted us. So we admitted. Maybe we were really sorry or maybe the pity us but they were nice to forgive us and said they would pay the rent for us. But they also say that since we stole from them, we had to be punished. That was the first time we both got a spanking and we got a spanking together. It was our first spanking so they only use their hands but we had to remove our panties and we cried because they spank quite hard. After that it was normal for them to threaten us with a spanking but before they propose they only spank us one more time. When we at this club and my mother and me get so drunk. They try to tell us not to drink too much but we carry on and then so drunk until almost strip dance in the club. But they carry us off and then we so drunk vomit all over ourself. The next day we wake up in their hotel room first thing they make us bathe and then before we can even dry up they gave us a spanking. That is when we learn that a spanking on a wet bottom hurts more than a dry bottom. <br />
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So back to when they propose and after we agree. They say that they both agree in domestic discipline and would spank us whenever we need it. My mother and me both know that we are quite wild sometimes or maybe most of the times and that time the two times they spank us we deserve it. Somemore all through the six months we dated they had been taking care of us. So we felt we were ok with it and maybe we even needed it. <br />
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So we both followed them to their home country and we got married together. We all live together and its good also because we are both housewifes and so we accompany each other everyday. And so domestic discipline begin from the time we get married. The month we reach so busy getting our wedding ready. Then the wedding night after the wedding when we reach home they say they got present for us They pass us each this big bag and tell us to bring up to our rooms and put everything on the bed and remove our dress and wait for them to come. My husband & me and my mother & her husband room both on the third floor side by side. Inside the bag was all kinds of implements and rope and handcuffs. It was an unforgettable night of pain and sex. The next morning when my mother and me see each other sitting down carefully we both know and funny thing is that when we both talk about it we got wet. The next morning both our husband talk to us about what they expect and what we can expect when we never behave ourslef. <br />
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We get spanked together a lot. Most of time during our weekly maintenance spanking which every Sunday night. Three minutes handspanking on our bare bottom and twenty spanks with a hairbrush. Some other times are when we get into trouble together. A lot of times is when they go out of town for for meetings and they come back and see that the whole place in a mess. Then they make us wear this apron without anything else and then spank us as we clean the place. One of the worse spanking we get together it when they had to bail us out of jail. We were caught with some drugs which we just bought at the club to try. Our husbands were not around and so we went to have a bit of fun. So we had to call our husbands and tell them but they could not rush back in time so we stay overnight in jail. The policeman was our husbands friend so he let us off with a warning. But when we reach home we get spank and corner time over and over again. Then for the whole week we have to be bare bottom. Morning before they go work they spank us for five minutes then give us ten strokes of the belt. Then we have to stand in the corner with our hands on our head and they put a webcam to make sure we dun move. Until lunchtime they come back we get to go to the toilet then they spanks us again for five mins and ten spanks with the belt then eat lunch stand in corner again. Evening they come back again same thing five min spank and ten with belt before dinner. Before we sleep five mins spanking again and ten with the belt. For one week. Our bottom was purple at the end. Another worse one was again when we were at the club when again they not in town we got a little drunk and dancing on the dance floor this group of guys dirty dancing with us and grope us all over. A friend of our husbands was there and he take video clip of us. So when he show them they punish us. For a whole weekend we were naked and they tie our hands up to the ceiling and put a clip on our nipples. Every two hours they take out the clip and whip our breast with a flog and whip our bottom then they put back the clip and again whip us after two hours. <br />
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We get spank separately as well. It is quite common like when I come back with my husband from a date and see my mother getting spank by her husband in the living room or she is in the corner with her bare bottom red after a spanking. Sometimes she and her husband comes back and I am the one getting spank. <br />
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There is this cane and plastic paddle which they use once a month. They record each time we get punish and on the last sunday of each month instead of the weekly maintenance spanking we get naked and after a five min spanking. We get the cane and plastic paddle. The number of strokes depend on how often we have been punish in the past month but usually the least is ten with the cane and ten with the paddle. The most I have receive is 50 with each and my mother is 60. <br />
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I know u must tink its weird that my mother and me are in such a relationship together but maybe because we really do act like kids and are quite wild so its good for us that our husbands are willing to guide us. </div>Spank-A-Lothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18086879993120119787noreply@blogger.com3