The Spinster's Exploits

Domme-ing it up – The Lead-up….

15th Sep 2025

Well – we had nearly a fortnight apart and I was missing him…

I had decided it was about time I gave my nascent Domme the opportunity to spread her wings. As said previously – something I thought of as a quid pro quo and “thank you” for his generosity in spanking and beating me(!) – had proved far more fun than I expected. I was having a lovely time having amazing sex and fucking; being spanked and beaten; discovering my inner sub – and now my inner Domme! Who knew being 70 would be so much fun?!

So – I’d had a couple of weeks thinking about stuff to do to him – and thought a bit of teasing amidst the beating would be appropriate – especially as I’m strictly a new Domestic Domme and not a Dominatrix and my sadism is very limited. Luckily for him he also has a Dominatrix who is more than happy to take him to his limits and give him a fantastic time getting there.

And unexpectedly – thinking about the teasing and how to beat him, and wondering about some bondage-lite and how successful he’d been as a sex-slave became very… hot. And I found myself scratching the itch with my trusty vibe while thinking about what I would do to him. My very first Domme wank and fantasy – and there was me thinking I was having a planning session!

Now as a feminist, I am loath to tar all women with the same shopping brush, but a man who can appreciate a suspender belt and stockings and my love of lingerie brought out my inner shopaholic. I have an impressive array of stockings and suspenders and some fun tat and nice lingerie but I was overwhelmed by a need for some more corsets – so Domme – so sub – so sexy! And I am a victim of the instant gratification of next day delivery and endless choice of online shopping, so I suddenly became owner of some new corsets; a bullet vibe for him – he does respond well to mine; some lemon pepper and some bouquet garni’ The last two are not part of a new kink – just a reflection on the limits of my local shops!

So the planning was all done, the costume decided and all I had to do was get ready and wait for his arrival…
Bedtime Bible Study

15th Sep 2025

So after a fortnight apart after our lovely week together, my lover and I are kept up past my bedtime studying the Bible! And being a modern-ish pair of pensioners, he’s scrolling his phone and I’m looking for Isaiah in my 1960s Catholic Truth Society Bible.

The reason? Where exactly did the story of Lucifer’s fall come from? Several decades back I read Genesis – as one does – and realised there is no mention of this amazing tale I was taught at school and Sundayschool. And – with a different Christian background and Sundayschool attendance – my lover knew Lucifer’s tale just as well. So where is it?

The answer – well the Devil’s name and a figure cast down anyway – is to be found in Isaiah 14:12: “How you are fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, Son of the Morning! How you are cut down to the ground, you who defeated the nations!”

And I’ve since discovered that the stuff about Michael and his angels is in Revelations12:7-9 and revelations 9;1 describes a fallen star given the key to the “pit of the Abyss” – curiosity satisfied!

So why the curiosity? After a fairly debauched afternoon and a civilised dinner I seduced him with the wonderful “Lucifer” and he was hooked so we watched the first three episodes and wondered again about Lucfer’s backstory.

Did I mention we did have a little debauchery before dinner?
Nudity, relationships, telescopes and all that…

7th Sep 2025

Well – we survived our three days of naturism and – with a weekend either side – a week of togetherness as a polyamorous-friends-with-benefits-who-are sort-of-dating couple! The longest we’ve been together since we met four months ago.

We absolutely loved the naturist experience and are really keen to repeat it. We have found another place where one can book for a week. We’d not gone there as a three-day stay seemed a better intro, but the three days ended too quickly – especially for him. Being somewhat impulsive and eager I was all for booking late September and hoping for an Indian Summer. He was more practical and suggested late Spring.

The other site looked amazing – clothing optional rather than full-on naturist, but the cabins sounded perfect and lots more amenities and a huge nature-filled site… He got very excited about bird-watching so will be taking binoculars and setting up his telescope. I was thinking star-gazing, and when he said for the birds, wondered which ones were around at night. For some reason, using a telescope in the daylight hadn’t occurred to me…And, being a very sophisticated and proper grown-up of 70-and-a-half I was convulsed at the thought of a naturist with a telescope and binoculars inside a “nudist camp”! It’s all those awful seaside postcards I found hilarious in my youth – often featuring nudist camps and fully-dressed voyeurs on the outside trying to get a peek inside…

We did manage some sex and play before, during and after our naturist break. Before going away we had a walk on an amazingly hot day and discovered clumps of naturalised bamboo along a riverbank. Now I still have the message “bamboo bad, rattan good”built into my spanky self – see my earlier post on this: https://spinstersexploits.blog/2025/07/10/of-canes-and-anoraks/

But what about fresh bamboo? It seemed rather springy and interesting… So in the name of research we managed to harvest some of different lengths and widths – the things we’re prepared to do for science! The day got hotter and we practically crawled home and left our experiment.

And another experiment carried out in the name of dodgy science – Was there enough pliability in my trusty Ann Summers cane and my newish dowel/horse-training dodgy cane to fit into my modestly sized suitcase to take on our naturist break? It seemed there was. No problem with the paddle, bath brush, hairbrush or ruler though! They did all get used but only on me and in the privacy of our caravan in the bedroom.

And on our return home, he did a sort-of consumer test of our new bamboos on my not-unwilling bottom. And unsurprisingly, the lighter whippier ones felt whippy and cutting and the thicker, heavier ones felt heavy and thuddy! I wasn’t allowed to look, but less of a challenge than our usual ‘guess the instrument’ at which I am usually somewhat rubbish!
From neutral lingerie to naked at the dinner table with five equally naked men…

4th Sep 2025

Well – I have said I saw turning 70 as an exciting time for re-evaluation and new adventures – so here I am…

I have also said that my lover and I felt drawn to naturism and I thought at the grand old age of seventy, this might be an opportunity to challenge my fairly typical body issues – the way I love what my body can do for me and make me feel, but still be horribly self-conscious of my lumps, bumps, dimples and droopy bits…

So – as blogged about earlier – we decided to have a naturist break! As our weird and wonderful relationship is still only a few months old, a three-day break seemed a perfect testing of the waters for us as a semi-detached couple and as would-be naturists.

On the couple front – only one negative incident – me being cross at being neglected – because he was trying to beat me at online Scrabble! We unscrewed our lines of communication and harmony was restored.

So – two pensioner newbies visit a naturist resort – what could go wrong?! Very little it seems…

We were met by our lovely, clothed hostess who gave us the tour pointing out that nakedness was preferred everywhere, but one could protect from the cold. Naked only in the pool and hot tub and no outdoor clothing in the clubhouse, although wraps and dressing gowns were allowed… And the etiquette of towels to sit on for hygiene purposes was reiterated and then we were left to our own devices.

So we went to our caravan and took our clothes off and showed the sophistication of a couple of five-year-olds! So we pulled up our invisible big boy/girl pants, and strolled out with his towel and my wrap with nobody in sight. We reached the clubhouse to read the notices and sign up for dinner and wandered into the lounge to discover a naked young man reading. So my lover and I sat on our towels and wrap respectively and wondered what we’d let ourselves in for.

He wandered off to do something important – can’t remember what – so I found a magazine to read while nekkid as a jaybird. And on his return we discovered the Rummikub, which he’d never played – and started our Rummikub tournament and the nudity ceased to be an issue. We signed up for the hot tub and sauna and had a naked wander and all was fine.

We did wonder about naked dining but he had his towel and I my wrap – which were perfect seat covers for our naked bums! So there was us, mein host, a chap who looked like he’d been a naturist all his life and two other men who’d also arrived that day – one of whom had shared our tour. Our host quickly put us at our ease and we discovered the other two new arrivals were also first-timers – and one lived within seven miles of me!

And soon being the only naked woman sat with five naked men didn’t feel an issue as we chatted and enjoyed our meal. Our hostess as cook was clothed for health and safety reason and joined our merry band to eat. And us newbies all agreed that being naturists felt – natural!

We decided to go for an evening stroll but it had got quite chilly. Note to self for future visits to naturist places – a t-shirt and warm jacket as well as dressing gown are useful garments for the chilly times… I borrowed his t-shirt and he put on a jacket and being bottomless seemed much ruder than nudity, but gave us enough warmth for our walk. And it was absolutely lovely walking through the fields and down to the lake in a state of undress. Very peaceful and – cornily – at one with nature and our surroundings. And as we were on our own, just a little playful groping, but too chilly for anything more.

And it felt very strange to return to our caravan and lounge around naked with lights on and curtains undrawn, but also seemed odd to do otherwise.

We thoroughly enjoyed our first taste of naturism, and like our fellow-newbies were enthusiastic converts.
Reflections on the Sub and Switch ‘Journey’ and Curiosity – Strap in for some rambling navel-gazing! Part 2

23rd Aug 2025

My breasts have always been a source of pleasure for me and I knew that the right attention to them made me very acquiescent to my partner’s whim – whether to spank, beat, pleasure or fuck, I was happily compliant

My first surprise was how somehow that compliance grew and I found myself genuinely willing to make a cuppa when he jokingly asked while playing with my nipples and dissolving me into a mush of desire. He didn’t make a serious request for a drink but I reassured him of my willingness. I pride myself on my good hostess skills, but this was something else.

And then there was the unexpected incident of my gorgeous lover completely taking unplanned and surprising dominion over me with the help of a casually picked up hazel switch and an unexpected command as outlined: https://spinstersexploits.blog/2025/07/14/switchy-shivers/

And once the power was unearthed, it seemed he was able to to simply switch it on when he chose as I thrilled to his unexpected command and found my erotic desire utterly dependent on his whim: https://spinstersexploits.blog/2025/07/15/spicy-vanilla/

So I adore being submissive to him, but it is not an automatic reaction at the very sight of him. He plays with my breasts or issues a command, and if I am in the right frame of mind I become submissive to him. I could refuse to ‘play’ or he could change his mind, or have enough. I have decided it is like hypnotism – both of us have to choose to engage. As new lovers and players, we’ve not refused so far, but – like every activity – there has to be ongoing consent that can always be withdrawn and must be respected.

My submissiveness is very ‘situational’ – for want of a better word and is not an overall desire I feel about him or with him in general. It is something that gets switched on as described and is not the essence of what we have together. I was very surprised at the depth it reaches however, when he recently took control as outlined in my last post. As I wrote: “And my pleasure and joy deepened with my submissive journey as he presented his gorgeous cock for me to suck as I was bent over the chair with my bottom throbbing from the measured thrashing I received. And for the first time I took a man into my mouth with gratitude and as an honour from Him to me rather than as a sexy temptation, a gift from me to him and a desire to please.”

It was an interesting experience, particularly as I had recently explained to a Dom man that oral sex was an area that to me proved my lack of subbiness – as I could not imagine enjoying being told to suck a cock as outlined above. I know that any Dom/me worth their salt ensures that their sub gets what they want and need from the relationship. That means that – depending on level and type of submission and relationship – usually they ensure any agreed sensual and erotic needs of the sub are met. And the Dom/me can also simply be “serviced” and make use of the sub’s services without considering any of the sub’s desires, other than the desire to serve. I think I’ve got that right, but I am an observer with subbie moments and not a sub!

I have truly – hand on heart – never before felt honoured or grateful when sucking a cock – and writing this feels strange, but I absolutely know what I felt. So – I appear to be a sensualist/hedonist spankee with a very powerful sub who can be released at a (literal) stroke in the right place or a command if I choose to let it happen – and as it is so thrilling I cannot imagine not choosing without good reason.

And then there’s my surprisingly eager baby Domestic Domme who we’ve decided has earned her capital D! It would seem he enjoyed me taking control of him and beating him, And – like me ceded control when I stood up to the metaphoric plate. I loved the way he turned the tables on me the first time as Wicked Willie chose to take over. I was determined to keep control the second time and absolutely loved it. Playing with him sexually and teasing him, between beating him was a delight and power trip. I made a conscious decision to keep control and he responded beautifully. My nipples discovered they needn’t be the gateway to submission but could be objects of worship and and domination, as ready for homage as his cock had been when he had dominated me.

My ecstasy at the attention and slippery cunt were ample proof of just how much I enjoyed my trip to SwitchLand. And deciding to get beaten for my own pleasure with absolutely no submission was thrilling as I took charge of the proceedings. And the fucking at my command – subject to a glorious erection and his consent – was utterly fabulous.

Although our Domestic Discipline fun was very different from his experience of full sub-mode with his Dominatrix, he still had a powerful sub experience as he confirmed along with the messages I’d been receiving from his attention-seeking cock!

As he’d been so good at meeting my needs and reminding me how much being a spankee made me complete, I had thought about switching for his pleasure. I am so lucky that I too had an amazing time, and my dormant DD is eager to come out to play!

I know so many absolutely hate labels, but they can be useful. Not sure of mine though… Hedonistic sensualist spankee and switch with strong submissive and developing Domestic Domme tendencies with the right person?
Reflections on the Sub and Switch ‘Journey’ and Curiosity – strap in for some rambling navel-gazing! Part 1

23rd Aug 2025

Don’t you just hate how we’re all on our mythical ‘journeys’ and stepping out of our ‘comfort zones’ as we push ahead with our dancing on ‘Strictly’, walk despite blisters on the latest pilgrimage reality show or brag about our latest beating on a BDSM site? I do! I roll my eyes and sigh at the self-indulgence of it all and am hugely cynical about the televisual appeal of the smashed comfort zone and how we all enjoy a good journey while loving the voyeurism of it all…

So, this is all somewhat embarrassing, but I do want to be as honest as I can be about what is going on in my life as a newly awakened seventy-year-old on an erotic and sensual [cringe-pause] journey after a year’s dormancy.

So I’ll start with the confession. I have been very judgemental – and defensive – about some of the BDSM/erotic journeys I have encountered. I think it was because I felt a whiff of superiority at how they were apparently growing or even self-actualising because they could take a harder beating/had gone from spankee to sub/become swingers/had their first same-sex experience. ‘So what?’ I muttered – ‘you’re just self-indulgent and thrill-seeking’. And they are – but why my prejudice and annoyance? My attitude was that some people just got bored and enjoyed seeing themselves as transgressive or liberated and were merely thrill-seekers looking to liven up their lives and find new highs – the erotic equivalent of a mid-life crisis – very judgy of me!

If we do no harm – why shouldn’t we be self-indulgent thrill-seekers? I think my primary guilt at my politically incorrect fantasies and desires, along with the same guilt about my possible nature had transmuted – I began to see my spankee self as my true nature and part of my essential being. In the words of the great philosopher, Popeye, I told myself I yam what I yam… I got irritated when spankos became more widely BDSM and implied that ‘mere’ spankos were less evolved – and some really did seem to think that – and I internalised and resented the message. It reminded me of recently uncloseted gay friends in the seventies convinced that others were also gay – just not yet acknowledged/come to terms with their true nature. It may well be true of some but never of my very sexually satisfied camp hetero friend. And so with the vanilla/kink/BDSM world. I decided – and still believe – that celibacy/monogamy/spanking/BDSM/vanilla/swinging/whatever – is the source of happiness for many and if they are getting their needs and desires met and have no wish for anything else – they are truly fortunate! But I now also believe that those fancying a comfort-zone-busting journey are equally fortunate if they are in a position to follow their desires.

In my work life I was introduced to the concept of ‘curiosity’ as a fundamental underpinning of so many professional roles. Without it, science, policing, social work, counselling and so much more would fail to discover the things that need addressing and ultimately the workers would fail to carry out their tasks. And in the historic and evolutionary science programmes and articles I love, the idea that it is curiosity that makes us human and underpins our evolutionary leaps and development is central (And – yes – of course many animals are curious and on their own journeys – but that’s another story!)

So, it follows then, that curiosity and seeking new erotic and sensual pleasures is part of the rich tapestry of humanity and being human. And some of us are seekers and some are not – all fair enough.

And reading “The Ethical Slut” reinforced these ideas. Why wouldn’t you maximise pleasure and have fun if you had the opportunities to do so with minimum damage to others?

So – here I am – a sensualist who loves sex and being spanked who’s met a sub man and read “The Ethical Slut”, enjoying a very exciting journey and amazed at the joy and pleasure that I am finding.

As previously noted – my then-future lover presented as a sub man and I as a slightly defensive sensualist and hedonist who liked being spanked but had been living a mainly vanilla – and very enjoyable – life and was really interested in sex. Luckily he liked and was missing sex and intimacy and was quite capable of spanking. We didn’t exchange CVs but he had an ex and they had regularly spanked each other.

And sensuality, intimacy and fun came first for both of us and I had an amazing time with him as we explored spicy vanilla and he got to use my toys on me with increasing effect as I was reminded that I am definitely still a spankee! I was also getting intrigued at possibilities of switching and taking command of him.
Neutral with lingerie, stilettos and a much needed cuppa…

21st Aug 2025

After my amazing experiences with a very successful time dominating my lover with chastisement and glorious sex – plus his choosing to take charge of me for pleasure and pain – it seemed like a good idea to reset the dial to neutral – with added lingerie and see where we’d end up…

I’ve got very excited by the rediscovered fun of lingerie – I love the ritual of getting ready and the joy of his reactions – he is so a man of his era – stockings and suspenders and the rest – bring it on!

As well as getting to air my lovely, cherished items I have been tempted to buy more. My latest was described as a ‘babydoll’ and was a lovely deep green froth of net and lace. It was very cheap in price although not from one of the Chinese sites, but was flimsier and cheaper looking than expected – definitely Chinese but through a third party!

Long story short – ruder and sluttier than it had looked – especially with 44-inch boobs! – but fun and sexy in a tartier way than planned – but no problem! I decided to find out what he thought of it teamed with a lovely red suspender belt, black fishnets and my fabulous red stilettos. I added silky red and black knickers, but decided to underpin with the absurd triangle of green net g-string/thong underneath – the scrap of nonsense arrived with the babydoll garment.

I greeted him at the front door (no neighbours in sight!) in this fabulous ensemble and he was entertained and interested. And being a good hostess – I am sometimes not so, when things heat up quickly – I offered a cuppa after a quick snog on my wobbly heels. I was very proud of finally having greeted him in my towering, sexy shoes. We sat down and joked about the tea as we were both very interested in each other by now, but I reiterated my willingness and he’d had a long journey….

And so I made him and me a cuppa! And although we were – in my head – in neutral in terms of powerplay and I was merely being a good hostess – I was making and serving him tea dressed in tarty underwear and fuck-me shoes… While I would have failed the Playboy bunny dip of serving drinks, I succeeded in making and delivering two cups of tea without damage to tea or either of us!

And we sipped our tea with some decorum as he stroked my fishnetted legs and I admired my discreetly crossed ankles in their lovely strappy heels at rest over his lap. So, I can’t say when we slipped out of neutral but he decided to take charge and he needed to rearrange my furniture – And of course I let him.

It seems he’d been thinking about my bucket seat and it wasn’t in the best position! So he moved it to where he thought best and ordered me onto it, leaning over the back, as we’d both done the week before. And of course I complied. And the initial spanking and rearranging of clothes have disappeared into a sexy haze but I do remember his amusement at the discovery of the g-string and me becoming very aware of the thin ‘t’ of elastic dissecting my exposed bottom seeming even ruder than just my lowered knickers.

And I felt myself glide from spankee to sub when told to stay in position while he went upstairs and I took pleasure in my obedience as he got the instruments of his choice to use on my vulnerable bottom. And I slid further at his satisfied “good girl” on his return.

And once again I disappeared into a sexy kaleidoscope of sensation as I was spanked and beaten and stroked for his and my desire and pleasure but entirely at his whim. And my pleasure and joy deepened with my submissive journey as he presented his gorgeous cock for me to suck as I was bent over the chair with my bottom throbbing from the measured thrashing I received. And for the first time I took a man into my mouth with gratitude and as an honour from Him to me rather than as a sexy temptation, a gift from me to him and a desire to please.

My reverence was somewhat undercut when I began to suspect how hard it was for him to control himself – never mind me! He chose not to come in my mouth as he wanted to fuck me. And he did – and I loved being fucked where I’d been beaten and holding that position over the back of the chair in my absurd finery, with my knickers down and the gstring pulled aside so he could enter me.

And finally a well-deserved siesta where we continued to pleasure each other and rearrange my fabulous Chinese tat and carefully chosen lingerie.
Some Pleasure and Some Table-Turning

14th Aug 2025

After a long and pleasant day at Brecon Jazz, we awoke for a chilled Sunday morning.

And after reviving with a cuppa and a cuddle, my gorgeous lover gently took back the reins, as a casual stroke of my breasts reduced me to the chaotic and turned-on confusion he has mastered so well. He decided to be kind and delivered much pleasure rather than demand a second cuppa – if he had – I would have acquiesced, albeit somewhat unsteadily and in a daze – but he didn’t and between us I had an amazing orgasm focussing on his attentions, what we’d done to each other and what we may do in the future… And that future featured his promise of me at the receiving end of a cane…

And as he prepared to leave he reminded me of his earlier promise and asked me to draw the blinds. And it was my turn to kneel on the bucket chair and lean over the back with my bare bottom in the air. I think I protested it may not be the right height for me, but he brushed my pathetic protests aside and it was my turn to receive a very firm cold caning at the hands of my lovely switchy lover. It was very painful but incredibly sexy being in his power again. And rather wonderful to be off for lunch with the Women’s Guild with a stinging bottom and fabulous memories of an amazing weekend.
Sexual Domme-ination…

12th Aug 2025

So my gorgeous switchy sub seemed to respond well to my direction and had an exquisitely striped and reddened arse when I thought I’d earned a little break. Determined to keep control of him and his very perky cock, I decided it was time for me to be pleasured.

Now I adore my nipples – they give me such pleasure – especially in his hands and mouth – but they are not to be relied upon as they seem the gateway to my submissive streak. Attention to them brings me pleasure and even ecstasy, but I find myself spineless and acquiescent and even willing to forego further pleasure once my traitorous breasts are in his hands both literally and metaphorically – and in his mouth – I am a lost cause.

I would have girded my loins – or pulled on my big-girl-pants – if I wasn’t wearing my rather fetching silky knickers. I think I’d got him to get me out of the skirt and blouse and I was very happy in corset, said knickers, stockings and suspender belt.

He hastily moved aside the cushion where he’d been beaten and loosened the upper part of my corset ribbon to gain access to my breasts that I demanded he pleasured. And he did – beautifully. And it was utterly gorgeous, and I felt totally in control – and it felt like he and his cock were fully at my disposal as I gave the odd stroke to his body and continued to receive his worship of my very demanding breasts.

I could feel my excitement at his beating, submission and now very close attention to my eager nipples and wondered at the state of my very tingly fanny, so decided he should check it out and he did. As his fingers slipped and slid in my wetness I felt deliciously wanton and naughty and decided I too needed a thrashing. I demanded a hard, cold caning from my obedient slave which he immediately set to deliver.

I have no recollection of what we did about my knickers, but I received some – for me – eye-watering strokes of the cane on my unprepared but eager bottom and they were delicious and took me to the edge of my endurance as I decided how many more I would take before returning to the pleasuring I had interrupted which was now so much sweeter with my throbbing bottom.

I was definitely in my knickers at this point as I decided I wanted a hard fucking over the cushion where I had beaten him. I was kind and generous enough to check if he would like to fuck me, and it seemed he would…

So the cushion was put back to present me for my pleasure at his cock.

And it was glorious as he moved aside the damp knickers and fucked me hard and I claimed his orgasm for our joint pleasure.

I think that may be where I ceded control as we collapsed in an overheated mess and we got us out of my corset. I honestly can’t remember if either of us gave me an orgasm or not – but I was in a very happy – and amused – place as we discussed what had happened.

There is no way I could ever be a Dominatrix – and don’t really want to be one. But being a Domestic Domme was fabulous fun and appeared to have done wonders for both of us. We decided I could have that capital D for my efforts! It seemed starting with a cold caning was a master stroke – or more… I’m very amused by how turned on I was being in total control of him and the proceedings – but of course – with his consent as he has mine when he is in charge.

So I guess we have both earned our Switching badge! Our feedback session required no questionairres and was more fun than any training session I’d attended! I guess said training sessions would have felt different if delivered while lounging around in just fishnets and susenders!
Solo delight/quickie

11th Aug 2025

Wow – just done something I’d not done in over a decade. Got so turned on while on my own during daylight hours, I actually came upstairs for a wank!

Now this is something I do solo at night because I’m having erotic thoughts or having trouble sleeping, but a special trip upstairs out of pure randiness – wow!

I did have an amazing weekend with my lover – as stated and more anon – and writing about my love life definitely makes me revisit, imagine and plan and so works wonders for my libido.

Today I posted an edited version of my last post – my nascent Domme having fun – on a fetish site and got likes and comments and looked up commenters and their sites and ended up down various spanko rabbit holes. And somehow I went from part-time Domestic Domme to spankee and Domestic Discipline fantasies! I was taken back to my early days of web exploration and the excitement of reading about errant women being controlled and spanked by sexy partners/Spankers/Doms/Heads of Household. Whoops – getting all tingly again! I guess we all have formative fantasies/erotic ideas that retain their power – and powerful, fair, sexy, loving men meting out well-deserved spankings is mine! And I’m more than happy to have so many other sources of pleasure available in my head and in reality. And any time I need a delicious quick shiver, I can think of the very vivid and real memory of my gorgeous Switch and his switch on that memorable walk…

So lovely to be in touch with my full kinky/spicy vanilla self in all my twisty, pleasurable glory.

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