Posts Tagged ‘OTK’

I hate those blogs where all people can do is complain about how hard it is since their dog died and life is busy and so they won’t be writing anything anyone actually wants to read but… I am sitting here in an attic while the castle is overrun with lawyers, builders and decorators while […]


Our story began here. It felt strange to be bent over the older woman’s knee. Katherine could feel the pressure of Alice’s thighs under her, the rasp of silk stocking on silk, and the smell of her perfume. It was unsettling to be in such intimate proximity to another girl. No, unsettling was the least of […]


Vintage Sunday

06Apr14

More at All Our Yesterday’s.


Park Life

04Apr14

It is amazing what you see in the park these days. This naughty and very embarrassed girlfriend was camera-phoned in the park by an unknown passer-by. This contribution was sent in by EmmiX. Thanks Emmi.


Following on from yesterday’s post, here is an example of an email sent in from a reader. I don’t get many like this, most are far more hesitant and paradoxically somewhat longer. Overlook the kind greeting and move quickly on to the story. A good example of adventure coming at you left field. Dear DJ, […]


Nowhere extended for as far as the eye could see and it was beautiful.  Karl Justice had no idea why anyone would want to change things, it was perfect.  He had just crested the ridge of the Never Hills and was on the final approach to the Vanity Valley. The forest of Tapu trees in […]


As promised an apparent ‘real’ OTK marital spanking underway. I cleaned it up a bit as it was rather fuzzy and low res.


Two visions of cowgirl spanking, a modern BDSM magazine style by an unknown artist and a more traditional trip to the woodshed by Benson.


The clock ticked slowly, almost like a dirge to match the gloomy dark hall that led to the Dean’s office. There was a musty smell of polish and old wood here and with all the doors closed against them it was like a gaol-cell as they waited to be seen. “It will be alright won’t […]


Our story began here. Janet felt like an old rain barrel that had been emptied out and thoroughly scrubbed ready for the spring showers. Her bottom still throbbed like a son-of-a-bitch and felt like smoking hot leather to the touch, but at least the scream of the sting had reined in from total hellfire down to […]



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