Nope. I didn't wind up getting a spanking for my birthday. Does that surprise you?
It shouldn't.
Scott knows how much I need one, crave one, want one! Hullllllloooooo dimwit!!
Dammit all to hell. Do I need to spell it out in sky writing for you?
Just a girl who realized that being a brat
was more fun, and is trying to figure out
a way to get the punishment she deserves.
Once I was a good girl, but now I've found
The Naughty Side! Yep, I'm *THAT* girl.
was more fun, and is trying to figure out
a way to get the punishment she deserves.
Once I was a good girl, but now I've found
The Naughty Side! Yep, I'm *THAT* girl.
From: Midwest, United States
About me: It's really not that complicated. I'm simply a girl that's gone bad and am looking to release some of the tension of being a naughty girl here on this blog. Lots of spanking info and other sources. If you are offended by this...seek other places. Need to contact me? overyourknee@gmail.com
Friday, August 17, 2007
Even Power Puff Brats Get Spanked!
This completely made me giggle when I saw it. Mostly 'cause I hate the PP girls and my kids never much got into them either. Perfect cartoon characters to get a spanking or two.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Happy Birthday to Me!
My birthday is coming very soon. I saw this and it made me laugh.
I do wish I was getting a spanking for my birthday. It might be the only thing I really want. I am certain I deserve one. Never mind how old I am. Just give me as many as this girl got to get her ass this red. Mmmmm....
I do wish I was getting a spanking for my birthday. It might be the only thing I really want. I am certain I deserve one. Never mind how old I am. Just give me as many as this girl got to get her ass this red. Mmmmm....
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Bad Girl Confession # 23,491
Yeesh! I cannot believe how long it has been since I have posted... someone should spank me for that. I know I probably deserve it.
I did however scrap the previous blog in the interim. It was so hard to get everything moved. I don't care how easy blogger says it is. It's not. I gave up.Sue Spank me.
I did however scrap the previous blog in the interim. It was so hard to get everything moved. I don't care how easy blogger says it is. It's not. I gave up.
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Friday, August 10, 2007
He Caught Me
He Caught Me
by Kellyn Mitchell
M/f
He caught me. It doesn’t really matter that I told him that it was the first time in a really long time. He still caught me. And it doesn’t matter that I swore I’d never do it again. Because he still caught me. And it also doesn’t matter that I begged and pleaded for him not to get mad. Why? Because he caught me. What’s the point? The point is, that if he hadn’t “caught” me, I wouldn’t have told him. And in his book, that’s the same as lying.
It’s not though….well, not really.
So I’m sitting here. Anticipating what’s coming next. Oh, I already know what’s coming next. I knew it when I saw his car coming down the street. I knew there was NO way I could hide that damn cigarette if I tried. It’s cold out, and the smoke was obvious trailing up behind me. I quit smoking almost a year ago. But sometimes, on rough days, I still have to have one. Not often, just sometimes. Except this time I got caught. By the one person who despises those little cancer sticks in my life. And I’m sure now I’ll pay a dear price for a quick fix.
I sit here almost shivering wondering – is he going to just use his hand? Hopefully. Except I’m sure he’s angrier than a “hand”. He doesn’t own a paddle, well – not that I know of yet. Who knows what he owns. He’s suddenly grown very fond of this game. What about his belt. I’ve probably written and talked about a belt entirely too much. But a belt is used for a major punishment. Is this really that?
Oh seriously this is the hardest part, wondering. I cringe at the idea that he will come in here in a moment. He will pull me up to my feet, and stand in front of me. I’ll see the anger in his eyes, the disappointment. That’s worst than the spanking… almost.
I can feel his hands unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down to my knees. I can see him pulling me over his lap and placing his hand on my waist to hold me in place. Will he at least do a warm-up first before pulling my panties to my knees? Will he at least be gentle? I guess it depends on HOW mad he is. Suddenly I jolt, because I can feel the first smack of his palm on my covered bottom and even through the silk, I can feel the sharp sting. How many times does he spank me? I cannot even count.
Before I know it my panties are at my knees, and I’m reaching back to try to pull them back up. He reaches out and grabs my hand and places it in the small of my back, securing it firmly. I cannot reach back, I cannot protect myself.
I’m squirming with each smack. Still trying to remain in control. But can I? Can I possibly remain in control? Probably not. Besides if I did, what’s the point? His hand continues to rain down, spank after spank. I swear there must’ve been 50. I’m begging him to stop, I’m pleading with him to end this. I’m promising to be good for eternity and never ever to pick up a cigarette again.
He stops, and asks “Are you going to behave?” I sigh in relief and mumble a yes. Except that wasn’t good enough. And his hand continues to rain spank after spank to my already chastised bottom. YES YES I’m screaming. YES SIR, I promise. I will be good. I swear. And it’s over. And he helps me up and then holds me. The curtain closes then, and the rest remains between him and I. But guess what? I deserved it!
by Kellyn Mitchell
M/f
He caught me. It doesn’t really matter that I told him that it was the first time in a really long time. He still caught me. And it doesn’t matter that I swore I’d never do it again. Because he still caught me. And it also doesn’t matter that I begged and pleaded for him not to get mad. Why? Because he caught me. What’s the point? The point is, that if he hadn’t “caught” me, I wouldn’t have told him. And in his book, that’s the same as lying.
It’s not though….well, not really.
So I’m sitting here. Anticipating what’s coming next. Oh, I already know what’s coming next. I knew it when I saw his car coming down the street. I knew there was NO way I could hide that damn cigarette if I tried. It’s cold out, and the smoke was obvious trailing up behind me. I quit smoking almost a year ago. But sometimes, on rough days, I still have to have one. Not often, just sometimes. Except this time I got caught. By the one person who despises those little cancer sticks in my life. And I’m sure now I’ll pay a dear price for a quick fix.
I sit here almost shivering wondering – is he going to just use his hand? Hopefully. Except I’m sure he’s angrier than a “hand”. He doesn’t own a paddle, well – not that I know of yet. Who knows what he owns. He’s suddenly grown very fond of this game. What about his belt. I’ve probably written and talked about a belt entirely too much. But a belt is used for a major punishment. Is this really that?
Oh seriously this is the hardest part, wondering. I cringe at the idea that he will come in here in a moment. He will pull me up to my feet, and stand in front of me. I’ll see the anger in his eyes, the disappointment. That’s worst than the spanking… almost.
I can feel his hands unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down to my knees. I can see him pulling me over his lap and placing his hand on my waist to hold me in place. Will he at least do a warm-up first before pulling my panties to my knees? Will he at least be gentle? I guess it depends on HOW mad he is. Suddenly I jolt, because I can feel the first smack of his palm on my covered bottom and even through the silk, I can feel the sharp sting. How many times does he spank me? I cannot even count.
Before I know it my panties are at my knees, and I’m reaching back to try to pull them back up. He reaches out and grabs my hand and places it in the small of my back, securing it firmly. I cannot reach back, I cannot protect myself.
I’m squirming with each smack. Still trying to remain in control. But can I? Can I possibly remain in control? Probably not. Besides if I did, what’s the point? His hand continues to rain down, spank after spank. I swear there must’ve been 50. I’m begging him to stop, I’m pleading with him to end this. I’m promising to be good for eternity and never ever to pick up a cigarette again.
He stops, and asks “Are you going to behave?” I sigh in relief and mumble a yes. Except that wasn’t good enough. And his hand continues to rain spank after spank to my already chastised bottom. YES YES I’m screaming. YES SIR, I promise. I will be good. I swear. And it’s over. And he helps me up and then holds me. The curtain closes then, and the rest remains between him and I. But guess what? I deserved it!
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