He knew he shouldn’t be masturbating without her permission, much less touching himself with her dirty panties.

But he couldn’t help himself. Charlotte looked so hot in her sexy outfit. She was wearing a tight stretch top and her nipples pushed against the fabric. Her leather skirt was mid-thigh and had a slip on one side. As she was pulling up her black thigh high stockings he had pulled her down on the bed, slipping his hand between her legs.

Robert rubbed her pussy lips through her silky pink panties. “You look so sexy tonight. I can’t believe you’re leaving me alone.”

Charlotte tried explaining that it was a girl’s night out but her words quickly turned to moans and Robert slipped her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her.

She moaned and bucked against his eager fingers as Robert described how much he wanted to fuck her when she got home. By the time he was done her panties were completely soaked with her juices. Robert was hoping he’d get lucky before she left for the night.

To his disappointed, Charlotte caught her breath and then continued dressing. She stripped the soaking panties off, commenting they were so drenched she couldn’t wear them to the club. Robert’s cock began to throb from this comment but he managed to contain himself. She looked so good in that tight skirt. He could only imagine how many men would be flirting with her as soon as she entered the nightclub.

Charlotte put on some red lipstick before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He tried to get a deeper kiss but she was running late and darted out the door.

Now Robert was all alone in the apartment with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He kept thinking about those dripping wet pink panties. He could still smell Charlott’s pussy on his fingers. He licked them to get a taste of her and finally couldn’t help himself.

He pulled them out of the laundry basket and fondled them. They were still sopping to the touch. Just sniffing them made his cock throb. Though he was on chastity control he had to jerk off-he just had to. Charlotte would be out for hours and never know.

Sprawled out on the bed, Robert pulled out his aching cock and wrapped the delicate silk fabric around the shaft. He stroked himself slowly, thinking about sliding his tongue into Charolett’s pussy as soon as she got home. Before long his cock was expoding and filling the panties with cum. Robert sighed and sank back into his pillow. He’d lay on the bed for a moment and then clean himself up.

He must have lost track of time and fallen asleep. He woke up with a start as the bedroom door opened. The next thing he knew his girlfriend was walking into the room, giving him a look of admonishment. Grabbing the nearest pillow he tried to cover himself. It was of no use.

She seized the pillow and threw it aside. “What do you think you’re doing with my panties?”

Before he could even think of an excuse she was demanding “And what were you doing, touching yourself without permission?”

“But baby, I just couldn’t help it. You got me so excited earlier.”

”That’s no excuse. You know the punishment. Fetch me my hairbrush.”

“But Charlotte-” While he was pleading, Robert’s cock woke up and started getting hard again. She was still dressed in that tight top and her nipples were at full attention.

“Don’t make me tell you again or it will be the cane.”

“Yes ma’am!” Robert knew better than to argue. He jumped up and grabbed the hairbrush off the nightstand.

He brought it back and apologized profusely. Charlotte stared down at his cock. The panties were still wrapped around it. Her lips twitched into a smile. For a moment Robert thought he was getting out of his spanking.

Giving her a flirty smile, Robert said, “Maybe there’s something I can do for you instead?” He motioned down to his hard cock.

In response, Charlotte’s face became very serious. Quickly she sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed his wrist and with one hard tug pulled him over her knees.

Putting the panties in his mouth she whispered into his ear, “If you take your spanking like a good boy, I just might give you a reward afterwards.”

With a moan, Robert sucked on the panties. He could taste both his cum and Charlotte’s. He braced himself for her stinging slaps. He was determined to take whatever punishment she gave, knowing the reward would be well worth the pain.

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What would have made it better? A devoted submissive, bath scrubbie in hand, slowly washing and caressing me-yes, that sounds lovely. Could that be you?

Then afterward you’d take a soft, fluffy towel and pat me dry. Then I’d have you rub lotion all over me. Are you up for the job?

Shoe submissive Steve sent me these gorgeous shoes.

These are Colin Stuart heels.

They have a five inch heel and a one inch platform.

Aren’t they sexy?

I love them!

Lady B recently passed away after a long illness last month. I had the pleasure of meeting her at a PEP conference a few years ago.

Quick with a laugh and often smiling, she was a delight to be around. Lady B was one of the highlights of the conference that year. She had a great sense of humor and I remember her making me laugh so much that weekend.

I always heard good things about Lady B from the submissives who served her. They told told me of her compassion and love for them.

She was a lady indeed and will be missed.

I finished Nancy Ava Miller’s book Pervert, Notes from the Sexual Underground. I’ve known Nancy for years and thought I knew her well. Her book taught me otherwise. There were so many aspects of her life that I had no idea about.

The back of the book says:
“In her introduction, Nancy Ava Miller claims to have written a book about how she could not write a book about her life in the sex industry. In so doing, she nevertheless documents the heart of the B&D/S&M netherworld as it existed for many in the 1980s and 90s-the desperation, the obsession, the passion, the gathering together of kinky souls in back alley clubs and support networks, the intimacy, the love, and her own sexual odyssey.”

The best part of the book is Part Four, Sex and Absurdity: Our “Vanilla” World. Here Nancy talks about BDSM and politics. She writes about several dominatrixes arrests and rightly points out the sexual hypocrisy in this country that punishes consenting adults performing kinky acts in the privacy of their own homes.

In the book she details how she started several of her BDSM support groups. With sites like FetLife and CollarMe it’s hard to imagine driving hours to meet with fellow kinksters. But the pre-internet days were more difficult and I’ve talked to many who speak of Nancy’s groups as a lifesaver.

Appendix A, A History of Sexual Support Groups According to Hearsay, Rumor, Folklore, Written Documentation, and My Somewhat Questionable Memory was surprisingly entertaining. Usually I find a list of dates boring and tedious to read. Not so with Nancy’s list. It was interesting to read how PEP grew over the years.

My favorite quote from the book has Nancy extolling the virtues of phone sex.

“Done right, telephone sex plays a healthy role in the lives of many people today. It provides companionship for the lonely, solace for the needy, and nonjudgmental fantasy conversation for those who cannot discuss with friends or lovers-or who feel they cannot discuss-their darkest cravings, their obsessions, the secret lurkings deep in heart, mind, soul, and genitals.”

I couldn’t agree more. Want to know more about Nancy, the history of BDSM groups in the US and kinky sex in general? Then pick up a copy of Pervert.

Panties
purple
white
black
blue
beige
brown

Madam Cynthia gave him some of these panties which he loves to wear. Sometimes Madam Cynthia and I dominate this slave together. We have such fun with him.

Right now New York Panty Sissy is wearing the white panties and blue panties. He’s also wearing black thigh highs. He wants everyone to know that he loves panties and that he has to follow all of my direct orders.

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Denise is a submissive woman in college. She lives with her dominant boyfriend Nicholas near campus. Though she tries to be good, Denise often finds herself over Nicholas’ lap getting her bottom spanked. What follows is Denise’s submissive diary entries. This journal is part of her training. I sometimes assign my submissives to keep one as well.

Part 1
I’m writing this as an assignment for Master Nicholas, my boyfriend. Lately, I’ve been getting into all sorts of trouble and getting spanking after spanking as a result. I can’t help but feel bratty afterward.

Nicholas was getting tired of my bratty attitude. He said he could give me yet another spanking but he didn’t think I would learn my lesson. So I’ve been instructed to keep a spanking journal to illustrate why I need a firm hand.

I was embarrassed starting this stupid journal and was determined not to have my fanny toasted so I wouldn’t have to write in it. But here I am with a tender bottom and a pen in my hand.

Today I skipped my Lit class to go out shopping with some my girlfriends. It’s a big class and I figured the professor would never notice if twenty people skipped out, let alone just me. Nicholas was at work and I was shopping on the opposite side of town. I figured I wouldn’t get caught.

Shopping for clothes is much better than sitting in my boring Lit class anyway. At the beginning of the semester the professor handed out a sheet that spelled out what was on the final. All I have to do is study what I need to ace it so why waste my time. One cut class is no big deal.

My heart practically stopped when Nicholas came up to us at the mall cafeteria. He acted surprised to see me and my friends but said nothing about me skipping class. He merely said he was on his lunch break and it was good to bump into us. Right before he left he turned to me and said he’d see me at home. I knew I was in big trouble.

The rest of the day I kept looking for some excuse to hang around campus. My last class got out and I briefly thought about hiding in the library for a few hours. I knew I was in for a good sound spanking when I got home. But I had just checked out books for a term paper and knew Nicholas wouldn’t buy that excuse. That would only make my punishment worse.

On the ride home I rehearsed my excuse. I already had read the assigned book for Lit class so it was pointless for me to sit through a boring lecture. Yeah, it was a pretty weak excuse. But it was all I had.

When I got home Nicholas was already there. Damn. I was hoping he’d have to work late so I could at least cook his favorite meal or something to soften him up. Well, I had to go into the house sometime. I did my best to steady my nerves and walked inside.

I barely had time to put down my backpack before Nicholas was questioning me.

“Denise, why were you at the mall today?”

Damn. When he says my name like that I get a chill down my back. My bottom already tingled in anticipation. I tried to explain I just wanted to go shopping but he cut me off.

“Going shopping is fine but skipping your class is not.”

I tried making an excuse but it just came out as a whine. “But I already know everything about the book. Why do I have to stick around for some boring discussion about it?”

“Because I expect you to be responsible and go to your classes.”

“But-“

“No buts…There’s no excuse for skipping class to go shopping.”

My excuse utterly failed so I tried the puppy eyes trick. That didn’t help either. No sooner had I batted my eyelashes and started to pout than Nicholas told me to get undressed.

I got out of my clothes quickly, not wanting to upset him more. He told me to get over his lap. That’s when I noticed the thick, wooden paddle sitting on the table.

“Not the paddle!”

”Don’t argue or I’ll get the cane. Get over my knees NOW.”

The cane was no idle threat. I had been punished with it before and didn’t want to feel it again. The threat of the cane was enough to get me over his knees fast.

At least he started with his hand. He slapped my ass playfully at first until I started grinding on his lap. Mmm, I thought, maybe this one could be fun?

Nicholas’ tone changed. “This isn’t for your enjoyment. This is punishment. If you insist on acting like a brat then I will treat you like one.”

He stopped spanking with his hand and reached for the paddle.

“Please stop! I promise I won’t skip class again.” I hated to beg but I hated the sting of that paddle even more. I knew how much it was going to hurt.

“I intend to make certain of that”, he scolded.

I felt the first smack. It was a sharp sting that made me yelp. But Nicholas didn’t even pause, he continued spanking me until my ass felt like it was on fire. I tried to hold still but the sting was growing so much I couldn’t help but squirm and kick.

Nicholas sandwiched my legs between his to hold me in place. My hand flew over my ass instinctively; I knew he was going to really lay into me. He grabbed my arm and held it behind my back far away from my bottom.

There was nothing I could do but take my punishment. I tried to bite my lip so I wouldn’t yelp but that lasted about twenty seconds. This was no playful spanking! My behind was was on fire! And Nicholas had to spank my thighs which made me start sniffling.

I was crying by the time he stopped. He let me stand up and my hands immediately flew straight to my bottom. It felt so hot I knew it was bright red.

Nicholas told me to get dressed and to start a term paper that was due the following week. As I was putting on my clothes I noticed the time. My favorite show was about to come on. I tried to reason with him. Surely I could do my homework later.

“Your punishment was supposed to remind you of your responsibilities. I would expect you would be cooperative and do your paper instead of trying to loaf in front of the TV.”

“But-“ I knew I shouldn’t pout but I couldn’t help it. This wasn’t fair!

“No buts. Your television and phone privileges are cut off for tonight. Your only focus will be on your paper and your spanking journal.”

“My spanking journal!”

By his smirk I could tell Nicholas was enjoying himself. “Yes, your spanking journal. Every time you get punished you’re to make an entry. Perhaps that will teach you why you need a firm hand.”

So here I am, stuck up in my room. And all I can do is write my term paper or write in this journal. I didn’t know my TV watching and phone calls were a privilege. I mean it’s not like I’m a child right? I bet Nicholas just made that up on the spot. But I know better than to argue. It will just get me another spanking. At least now I can rub my butt without him seeing.

Cindy is a very happy slut now.