Mar 01
Lamecraft F/m Wake-up Spanking
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As promised a few days ago, I have a new video to post. What happens to naughty husbands who stay up all night playing “Land of Lamecraft” and sleep in past noon? That’s grounds for a spanking!
In this video Twilight tries to wake my up, but I blow her off. She leaves to get the leather slapper, vowing, “I am going to wake your ass up!”. Too tired to notice my immediate peril, and it was too late anyhow. She returns and proceeds to spank me again and again until my butt is hot and stinging. Before long I am quite awake, but what good does it do me? None.
Twilight keeps strapping my sore bottom until she is sure that she has driven her point home. She even threatened to wake me up like that every day for a week. Not entirely fair, I know, I just slept in a bit on the weekend. But that’s what I get if I displease my lovely wife.
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March 2nd, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Count your blessings, Thebes…you have a wonderful, powerful, determined, strict, beautiful woman like Twilight to give you “what for” whenever you need it. Many men continue to seek for their ideal partner. Some will never find her. Never take your good fortune for granted. You guys are great together.
March 11th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
So lovely and natural how every marriage should be.She is doing you a service by ramming home her point about your staying up late.She has your health and well being in mind and really cares for you.
Could you take such a strapping every morning if She decreed it?
January 26th, 2010 at 5:41 pm
Too many Chapters, lead to a scorched butt
Linda is serenely reading a book while I am standing in the corner with my trousers and under ware at my ankles. She has just had me otk and administered 40 severe swats with the wooden bath brush to my bottom. My tenderized bottom is throbbing, seemingly ready to explode. I am never sure when my punishment is over. More than likely in 20 minutes I’ ll be over her lap for another round of 40 whacks .
R is standing in the corner and I’m reading the latest Grisham novel.. I’ve just blistered his bottom and he doesn’t know it yet, but there is much more to come. My new goal is to keep his bottom in a tenderized state for a few weeks . That means a thrashing every few days. Sort of “a freshening up with my bath brush.”. I find that he is so congenial, if he winces a little as he sits on his behind on a daily basis. This wincing reminder, causes him to be very, very, very, attentive to my needs. Hmmmm . It magically turns him into a caring , sensitive , submissive little boy , who will do anything to make me happy, to avoid another blistering. It makes me drip with horniness just thinking about his scorched bottom. He brings me flowers, cleans up my honey do -list without any coaxing, opens the car door for me and stands when I leave the table to freshen up at a restaurant. I’ve heard envious women whisper “Oh my” as he respectfully stands a second time as I return to the table. How wonderful life is, when one is treated like a princess on a daily basis. Well, I ‘ll finish reading this chapter and give him another session over my knee. Maybe that will end his blistering , or, maybe it won’t. I love the power I have of keeping him guessing . It depends if his body language sends the signals of what I consider, the appropriate contriteness.
She walloped me a second time, 40 more severe swats. She was on a mission to scorch my bottom to the utmost. She then informed me that because I seemed to be pouting, she will read another chapter and resume again to set my butt aflame for the third time. “You don’t seem to be remorseful enough my dear” What she really means is that she wants these sessions to be so severe, that sitting will be painful for at least 3 days. Showing a delightful smirk ,she has told me that she gets turned on, when she sees me gingerly sit down on my tenderized bottom. Sometimes she gives me an impromptu whacking “to freshen up my tender backside”
Well, he seemed to be pouting while standing in the corner . I’ve warned him many times about not showing remorse for his arrogant self centeredness. So I decided to administer another 40 swats, .But his screeching and howling and squirming, caused him to fall off my lap. Sooo, we started from the beginning, which meant almost 80 whacks. He was crying like a baby, but he took the last 30 swats without squirming too much. Which ,I deemed, as showing the correct degree of remorse. Now I can read another chapter of my book and enjoy watching his bottom turn many shades of red, as he stands sobbing in the corner. Oh ! His whimpering is like music to my ears.It means I’ve done a super job.He will be an angel and bow to my beck and call for the next few days. And then I will find an excuse to use his frat paddle to freshen up his tenderize butt. Which, will mean his acting in a saintly manner for a few more days. That is until I find another excuse to scorch his bottom. Ahhhh! And so on and so on. Lucky Me Linda
August 19th, 2010 at 3:49 pm
L’s favorite implement is her leather top sandals with the hard rubber bottoms. The pain from just one swat is horrendous and she knows it. She packs these special sandals on all our vacation trips. She’s blistered my bottom with these sandals in just about every country in Europe. When she wears them, there is a certain no nonsense demeanor that she adopts, which sends a chill down my spine. Once at a deserted rest stop on the highway , she sat at a picnic table and ordered me over her knee with pants and underwear down.. She must have given me 150 swats using her sandal. and I was begging for mercy. Luckily no one was around to see it. She had become livid as she was checking out our camera while I was driving and found that I had been taking telephoto pictures of our scantly clad voluptuous neighbor.
Robert