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anarchistic_masochist
19-06-2010, 03:33 PM
Any regular member of this forum will know just how much my behaviour has got out of hand recently. Poor Westender (AKA "Westy") has suffered the brunt of my insolence very publicly. My run-in with Mikeinkent was a more private affair.

After he PM'd me, remarking on the positive contributions that I have made on this forum (regarding female subs and alleged time-wasting) we swapped email addresses. The inevitable pictures were attached and Mike warned me that his picture wasn't the best, as he was a bit hung over when it was taken. Actually, the photo wasn't that bad, but I couldn't resist a playful dig: Hung over? I typed, Stoned, more like! What the hell have you been smokin', eh? Big mistake! More emails were exchanged and we got to know each other better. Eventually, phone numbers were swapped and we agreed to meet in a hotel just on the A45 in Coventry. He drove over to pick me up and we chatted away - all very informal. I started to relax a bit. Then we pulled into the carpark and it dawned on me then, just why we were here. Naturally taking charge, he led me to room 115...and his keycard wouldn't work. Three times he went trotting to reception to sort the problem out and I was left standing there, nervously waiting, like a naughty schoolgirl outside the Headmaster's office. The technical difficulty was resolved and I was led into a basicly furnished, but pleasant room.

We sat on the bed, and we chatted awhile. He could see how nervous I was - after all, it was my first time with him and then, if you pardon the pun, he hit me with:

"So, you've been naughty then." His voice and manner was deceptively gentle. I could feel my face flush red and I looked down at my feet. I could only nod. "We'd bettter address than then, hadn't we?" He looked at me, waiting for a response. I could feel my mind slipping into a state of submission and before I had time to think, the words, "yes, Sir" slipped out of my mouth. He instructed me to stand, while he unpacked a frightening and bewildering array of implements and laid them out on the dressing table. I didn't dare turn my head to watch him, I stared straight ahead, frozen with fear. He was still chatting away, he was making sure that someone knew where I was and that he wanted me to feel safe. I assured him that this was the case. I made a joke of it: "Once a social worker, always a social worker, eh?" Stupid! I hadn't just dug my own grave with my cheek, I was lying in it now! This enormous leather belt whipped out at me from no-where (he flicked it like a bull-whip from across the room) and hit me square on the backside. It had the desired effect, as I shut up straight away.

After he took his shirt off (he had a short-sleeved T-shirt on underneigh) he sat on the bed and informed me that I was to go over his knee, literally one knee. It was a slight variant on otk, as his legs were apart and I went over one knee, while the rest of my weight was supported by the double bed. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with practiced ease so I flipped over his knee and "flumped" onto the bed, my bottom in prime position for a very hard, measured, slow handspanking. No gentle warm-up was this, this was the real thing, and it hurt! Cheek, crease, cheek, crease...after about the sixth slap, I could already feel my defences being breached. After a few breathless pants, I started to vocalise my increasing distress, much to Mike's consternation. "Are you complaining?" His voice was harder now, and his tone brooked no argument. "No, Sir," I replied meekly. "I hope not, because it's going to get a lot harder than this!" And on he went. Already, I was in pain; already, I felt that I was going to cry; already, I felt the urge to howl repentance. I was shocked - normally I'm still ok at this stage. Where was my usual stamina? It was relentless. Finally, it stopped.

I had to bend over the bed next. Out came the belt and he laid the lashes on with gusto! I squealed and jumped, but I was forbidden to make a sound. I was supposed to count the strokes as well. I tried to remain quiet but I didn't always succeed: "Be quiet!" he'd say, sternly. "Stop whining and complaining!" When he really lost his patience, I was literally told to shut up! I bit down on the duvet to muffle my screams; I stamped my feet and shook from side to side; I clawed away, as if I was trying dig a hole in order to escape. I had dug myself a hole, all right, but there was certainly no escape!

Still no respite - there wasn't even any corner time given to allow my bum to cool down. No, I had to immediately bend over with my palms resting on a wicker chair. I heard a weird wobbly whooshing noise behind me...no, it's too high pitched to be a cane...what the heck was it? I heard a deceptively quiet crack and my god! The pain! It wasn't a deep thuddy pain, it was a high intensity surface sting. My torso stiffened and straightened up as if 1000 volts had been shot through it. After about the second or third stroke, I cried out: "what on earth is that?!" He ignored me and carried on lashing me in multiples of ten or twenty. I forget now, but it was a lot!

Back onto the bed, once again. All fours this time. I saw, lieing on the bed, the implement that had made me dance not twenty seconds ago. It was a three foot long, blue riding crop! I've been hit with one of those before and I can never forget how much they hurt! It was a strap this time, and consistant as ever, he laid them on hard! There was no shread of pity from him and there was not to be a peep out of me. I ended up with two extra strokes, twelve in all because of "a display of insolence." On the 10th stroke, he awarded extra because I screamed, and I was, I'm ashamed to say, begging for a degree of mercy. After the 11th I screamed again and fell flat onto the bed, departing from the prescribed all-fours position. Mike was really annoyed now! My backside was on fire! Every time I was made to stand, it hurt; when I moved, it hurt and when I eventually sat down afterwards, it bloody hurt!

And this was only a warm-up. Still on all fours, I was told that I was to get fifty strokes of the senior cane. Fifty? Did I hear right?! I was to count, but not to make a noise. Not make a noise? my mind screamed. You expect me to take fifty strokes and not make a noise? Are you mad?! The first ten were agony, but I was relatively fine. My cries were only whimpers and I was actually complemented for being so good. Another ten. Please, no more! After the spanking, whipping and strapping I've already sustained, can't it stop now? Nope...another ten. I couldn't take any more. I squealed and writhed from side to side as I begged him to stop. He did, and allowed me corner time. I limped to the corner, shaking and sweating. He told me to put my hands on my head and I complied. My forehead rested on the wall. I was exausted. I almost fell asleep!

"I'm popping out for a few minutes, I won't be long. You are to stay right there. If I find that you've moved, you will receive 20 strokes of the cane. Understand?"

Still with hands planted firmly on my head, I nodded. "Understood, Sir." And off he went. I was alone and I swear to you all, I did not move an inch. I felt drowsy, almost relaxed, but my heart jumped when I heard the door. There was a knock. He did say he would knock. Then nothing. Was he expecting me to say: "Come in"? "Hello?" said a shakey voice. (Mine.) "It's me!" Mike said from outside the door. "I can't get in!" The bloody keycard wasn't working again. But he told me not to move! Was he playing mind games now? I couldn't take much more of this. My mind was mangled and I was in a state of anguish. Common sense told me to let him in, but he told me not to move! "Can I move, then?" Cover your back, ask permission to depart from the corner position and then let him in! Problem solved! I let him in and then went back to where I was. It didn't feel right to put my hands back on my head, but I still faced the wall. If I was to put my hands back on my head, I would be told soon enough!

He asked me a question at this point, along the lines of whether he should stop or whether I deserve more. I was still owed 20 strokes of the senior cane and I wanted him to finish what he started, but I was in so much pain! I felt tormented. I didn't want to disappoint him and I knew if I called it off now, I'd hate myself forever. So when he asked me whether I deserved more, after a brief hesitation, my voice cracked "yes, Sir." "So what would you like me to do? Never mind what I want." I swallowed hard. "You said you were going to give me fifty, Sir, and I've had thirty so far..." "You want me to give you the rest?" Biting my lip, I nodded. "Yes, Sir"

"Right, you can lean over the bed, and you do not need to count the strokes this time. Ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
Crack!!!
Oh my God, I wished I hadn't agreed to this now! Same rules applied in regards to making noise though! He actually broke his cane! The end had snapped off. It was old and dried out and had clearly seen better days. The last two strokes were murder and I screamed into the duvet. But now, my ordeal was finally over. Oh, the relief! I felt oddly proud of myself, for seeing it through to the end. I thought about Cov's wasted journey down to Devon due his prospective spankee chickening out half-way through his punishment. Whilst I never condemned him, (the spankee) I did make a very general comment that one must always seem things through, or you'll feel crap afterwards, as well as extremely guilty. If I didn't practice what I preached now, I'd be the biggest hypocrite ever. Well, I did. It was over. I did it.

Mike instantly turned back into his warm and friendly self again. He examined my bottom with interest. It was red, welted and striped and it also felt that it had swollen to twice its usual size. There were even a couple of spots of blood. As my adrenaline levels returned to normal, the pain really kicked in. The skin on my backside felt like it has shrunk and the welts had made my skin raw and leathery. I went to the bathroom to bathe my bum. Mike watched me, grinning. I saw my bottom's reflection in the mirror and gasped in surprise. What had he done to me? I hobbled back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, wincing. We chatted. My back began to hurt, so I lay down next to him and chatted some more. We hugged and I felt relaxed. So was my tongue...Mike has a habit of going "hmmmm!" a lot, especially when he was examining my bottom after every dose of whatever he was hitting me with. As we were talking, he went "hmmm" again, randomly. "Hmmm, what?" I asked him. "Nothing," he said, smiling. "Just hmmmm!" "You do that a lot, as if you're trying to figure out a crossword puzzle or something." He clearly found my comments amusing, but he still said "You're beginning to push your luck again."
"Hmmmm....five letters...S, blank, blank, blank, K!" Mike laughed. "What are we gonna do with you, eh?" "Well, it's clearly tickled you! You've already provided the slap, let me provide the tickle!" "You really are cheeky!" he said, and we carried on chatting.

Despite my jokey bravado, my heart was thumping. Oh, no, not again. It was only a joke. Why do Doms have Rizla-thin skins? Red Rizla at that! I tried to put it out of my mind, but a guilt started to gnaw within me. He could tell. I asked him to punish me again. I thought it would only be a handspanking to finish off, but no. Twenty lashes with that horrid riding crop and then a further twenty with the cane. No screaming allowed, but at least I didn't have to count the strokes. I remained on the bed until he told me to stand up.

"Have you learned your lesson this time?"

I didn't answer, I just threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. This simple action had answered his question. It was really over this time. After I had straightened myself up and he did the same, he drove me home. I think I will be definitely seeing him again, but only if I've done something really, really bad. He said that he will be even more severe next time!

As a side note, I've been asked to say that Mikeinkent only spanks females!

Cherry x

subtastic
20-06-2010, 11:26 PM
I admire your courage in going out and getting the spanking you deserve. I wish I had the guts. I am thinking about getting my first spanking and your post did scare me a little. I have no idea what my limits are and would not like to be pushed passed them for the sake of not letting down my spanker.

anarchistic_masochist
20-06-2010, 11:55 PM
I admire your courage in going out and getting the spanking you deserve. I wish I had the guts. I am thinking about getting my first spanking and your post did scare me a little. I have no idea what my limits are and would not like to be pushed passed them for the sake of not letting down my spanker.

Scared you? It's not supposed to do that! As with anything, don't run before you can walk! Make sure everything is discussed beforehand - you're always in control. It's called "topping from below." You put your cards on the table, safe words are agreed and off you go. I felt the need to be severely punished at the time - we're all different. Some go for the gentle, playful, erotic side and others like to be punished.

My very first time, that was what happened - it was a slow build up. A gentle handspanking at first, then a ping pong bat (which makes a loud slapping noise and stings only a little bit) and then so on and so forth. Role-play helps, as it puts you "in the zone" as it were. Your mind slips into a state of submission and then you're mentally primed to take a good spanking. You will surprise yourself, I promise you!

Please don't be scared!

Cherry x x

elfharry
21-06-2010, 11:16 AM
Oh Dear, Oh Dear

As your headmaster I feel that this public display is quite unacceptable. Report to Sir for a detention.
And you know very well what that entails!

elfharry
21-06-2010, 04:41 PM
I can assure anyone viewing that I take huge displeasure in the level of poor spelling and incorrect grammar in the youg madam's posting. The retribution will be severe and merciless.

anarchistic_masochist
21-06-2010, 07:58 PM
Judging by the display of impertinence in evidence in her postings today, it would appear that either Mikeinkent didn't do a good enough job, or, that Anarchistic Masochist has a very short memory! When I speak with Westey tomorrow, we shall decide what is to be done with her. The present situation cannot be allowed to go on- she is out of control!!

The Demon Headmaster

Sir,

I can assure you that Mikeinkent did a very good job - it is I who is at fault, Sir.

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
21-06-2010, 08:10 PM
Oh Dear, Oh Dear

As your headmaster I feel that this public display is quite unacceptable. Report to Sir for a detention.
And you know very well what that entails!


I have sent you an email, regarding reporting for detention as instructed, Sir.

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
21-06-2010, 09:45 PM
I can assure anyone viewing that I take huge displeasure in the level of poor spelling and incorrect grammar in the youg madam's posting. The retribution will be severe and merciless.

Yes Sir. I've just checked it now, and there are, indeed a lot of errors. I feel suitably ashamed.

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
22-06-2010, 10:02 AM
Elfharry, Pot kettle black.
Look at the spelling in the posting from yourself.
Dont go having a pop at Cherry until you sort out your own camp.

Sir, in elfharry's defence, to me, it's quite obvious that it was a typo. Sometimes, you can tap a key and it doesn't always register. I believe that's what's happened here.

Cherry x

elfharry
22-06-2010, 10:28 AM
Westender may care to note that I do indeed have a keyboard with one or two ' sticky' keys. In this instance I believe credit should be shown to the girl.

anarchistic_masochist
22-06-2010, 10:42 PM
Are you on here questioning me young lady?

Not questioning you, no Sir. I am merely offering an alternative explanation, and I did so in an appropriate and respectful way. Please don't hold that against me.

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
22-06-2010, 10:44 PM
Westender may care to note that I do indeed have a keyboard with one or two ' sticky' keys. In this instance I believe credit should be shown to the girl.

It's very kind of you to say so, Sir. Thank you.

Cherry x

elfharry
23-06-2010, 10:56 AM
Thank you Westender.
Of course none of this time consuming and occassionally tedious correspondence would have been required were it not for the behaviour of that silly little girl.

elfharry
23-06-2010, 10:58 AM
Ooops!!

It is my typing skills not my spelling which cause me such intermittent embarrassment. Often an awkward problem for the conscientious pedagogue.

anarchistic_masochist
23-06-2010, 11:44 PM
Ooooooooooops, and to you Cherry, sorry.

*snashin fashin Dick Dasterdly*

You don't need to apologise to me, Sir, but apology accepted anyway! :)

Cherry x

borocub
23-06-2010, 11:48 PM
hi ya
I had to get my phone repaired, only got it back today. Also i've been bissy working on a new painting.

borocub
24-06-2010, 10:08 AM
i was painting on a 3feet by 6 feet canvas. I have a abstract painting to finish for a client.

borocub
24-06-2010, 11:19 AM
there is a album of some of my paintings on my profile if you would like to commite on.

borocub
24-06-2010, 01:00 PM
thankyou. I have done some spanking paintings. I sold them to a mate how is on another site i go on.

borocub
24-06-2010, 01:13 PM
i'll sort out some more photos.

anarchistic_masochist
24-06-2010, 07:26 PM
Checked out your artwork, 'Cub - it's really good!

Cherry x

borocub
04-07-2010, 06:00 PM
Checked out your artwork, 'Cub - it's really good!

Cherry x

I've uploaded some more of my artwork in my album my work.

anarchistic_masochist
04-07-2010, 06:07 PM
I've uploaded some more of my artwork in my album my work.

Just had a look... very impressive! Nice to see you appreciate the female form too! (RE: 1min life drawing)

Cherry x x :):)

borocub
04-07-2010, 06:16 PM
Just had a look... very impressive! Nice to see you appreciate the female form too! (RE: 1min life drawing)

Cherry x x :):)
I do enjoy drawing the female body, i'm glad you like them.

anarchistic_masochist
27-07-2010, 11:56 PM
Judging by the display of impertinence in evidence in her postings..., it would appear that either Mikeinkent didn't do a good enough job, or, that Anarchistic Masochist has a very short memory! When I speak with Westey..., we shall decide what is to be done with her. The present situation cannot be allowed to go on- she is out of control!!

The Demon Headmaster

Yes Sir - this may have been a fair while ago now, but I'm still owed a thrashing and it would appear that Mr Westey is due to fulfill that very role, very soon. (Thirty with the Lochelly! Yikes! :eek:)

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
29-07-2010, 08:09 PM
Ok I am 3ft6 and a half and the kilt does not fit but at least I dont eat haggis like young Borocub.
Cherry, I dont recall ever allowing you to discuss the punishment you will recieve on this open forum. Are you looking for another ten girl?

Please don't think I'm being rude Sir, but you never said that I couldn't either. I didn't know. I'm sorry, Sir. :(

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
29-07-2010, 09:21 PM
...30 strokes does seem particularly lenient though.
TDH

Oh dear...the last thing I want is you thinking I'm getting away with murder, Sir.

Hypothetically speaking, if it was you that was going to punish me with Westey's tawse, how many would you give me?

Cherry x

Uncle David
30-07-2010, 12:02 PM
SIX??!! Are you going soft or senile in your old age? This is supposed to be a punishment, not a treat! You don't want everyone thinking you're not up to the task do you?
TDH

I think Westey meant six dozen.

Uncle David

Uncle David
30-07-2010, 02:19 PM
I think that you're being very charitable! I doubt if Westey is capable of counting up to 72!
TDH

Too true - a quote from Robin Williams comes to mind:

“God gave men both a penis and a brain, but unfortunately not enough blood supply to run both at the same time.”


Uncle David

Uncle David
30-07-2010, 02:58 PM
Oh it's gang up on Westey time is it.

Never mind Westey, here's a joke to cheer you up:

Due to the closure of Notre Dame Cathedral, it has been seen necessary to make Quasimodo the hunchback redundant, however, it has been seen fit to award him a LUMP SUM with 6 months BACK PAY,and crate of BELLS.


Uncle David :)

Uncle David
30-07-2010, 03:14 PM
Very good, doeas that mean he will have something to fall back on later in life?

He'll have the hump if he doesn't!

Uncle David

Uncle David
30-07-2010, 03:27 PM
Hump! what hump?

You obviously didn't understand that, so here's another Quasimodo joke for you:

Quasimodo went to see his GP.

The doctor, after examining him, said "I think there's something wrong with your back."

Quasimodo said "What makes you say that?"

The doctor replied "Oh, it's just a hunch."


Uncle David :)

anarchistic_masochist
31-07-2010, 01:21 AM
There speaks someone who has never worked with children! They've just found a body in the woods in Emmerdale. There are some woods near the cottage in Edinburgh, Westey. Fancy a walk??!!
TDH

Ouch!! You're evil.... *laughs* :D

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
31-07-2010, 01:26 AM
I think that you're being very charitable! I doubt if Westey is capable of counting up to 72!
TDH

72 is charitable?!?! Wha-? If I was to get 172, it still would not be severe enough, would it? :eek:

*Wails* Uncle David? I thought you were on my side! Six dozen??!!! *faints*

Cherry x

Uncle David
31-07-2010, 02:44 AM
72 is charitable?!?! Wha-? If I was to get 172, it still would not be severe enough, would it? :eek:

*Wails* Uncle David? I thought you were on my side! Six dozen??!!! *faints*

Cherry x

Now, now, calm down and relax Cherry :)

I have it on good authority that Westey is now well in decline, both physically and mentally, and would be incapable of swatting a fly, let alone spanking a cheeky girl.

If I appear to be encouraging him, I'm merely humouring him out of pity, so just go along with it and don't worry.

Uncle David :)

anarchistic_masochist
31-07-2010, 04:17 AM
Now, now, calm down and relax Cherry :)

I have it on good authority that Westey is now well in decline, both physically and mentally, and would be incapable of swatting a fly, let alone spanking a cheeky girl.

If I appear to be encouraging him, I'm merely humouring him out of pity, so just go along with it and don't worry.

Uncle David :)

*Sighs with relief and gives Uncle a big hug*

That's all right then... :) You nearly gave me a heart attack!! x x

Cherry x

Chiefwhip
31-07-2010, 01:29 PM
72 is charitable?!?! Wha-? If I was to get 172, it still would not be severe enough, would it? :eek:
*Wails* Uncle David? I thought you were on my side! Six dozen??!!! *faints*
Cherry x

I'm sure other on this forum who like me think 6 dozen would be just a warm up for such a cheeky young lady!!!

anarchistic_masochist
31-07-2010, 03:12 PM
Well now, Westey. What were you saying only recently? "Uncle Dave's a good man"? Hear, hear! I couldn't agree more. He's obviously a very perceptive man, as it hasn't taken him long to suss you out! "Well in decline...both physically and mentally...incapable of swatting a fly...humouring him out of pity.." Ha,ha,ha,ha. I haven't enjoyed reading a posting so much for a long time!! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
TDH

PMSL!! :D I can almost hear your laughter in London, Sir!

Cherry x

anarchistic_masochist
31-07-2010, 03:15 PM
I'm sure other on this forum who like me think 6 dozen would be just a warm up for such a cheeky young lady!!!

:eek: Aww, Sir!!! Not you an' all!! *goes white as a sheet*

Cherry x

Uncle David
31-07-2010, 04:21 PM
Well now, Westey. What were you saying only recently? "Uncle Dave's a good man"? Hear, hear! I couldn't agree more. He's obviously a very perceptive man, as it hasn't taken him long to suss you out! "Well in decline...both physically and mentally...incapable of swatting a fly...humouring him out of pity.." Ha,ha,ha,ha. I haven't enjoyed reading a posting so much for a long time!! Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
TDH

I know it's hard not to but you shouldn't laugh at the silly old fool Cov.

He's reached the state now where he struggles to get out of bed in a morning and his community psychiatric nurse is applying for a carer for him to help him get up and washed etc. I won't go into the details of his incontenance but it's not pleasant!

It really must be a pitiful site to see him tottering about on his Zimmer frame trying to get from his recliner chair to his computer. I'm afraid so much of what he says is fantasy but the saddest part is he still believes it.

So far, he's resisted all attempts by well-meaning people to get him into a psychiatric unit but I understand there are plans to get him sectioned.

Uncle David

borocub
31-07-2010, 04:35 PM
well westey sir could apply for the new care benefit. Also Tena pants are good they fit so snugly you don't now ur wearing them. !!!!!!:D

Uncle David
31-07-2010, 05:08 PM
I think that you need to check your punctuation, Uncle David. Your first line is written in such a way that it makes me the silly old fool!!
TDH

Ah Cov - It appears that my little error has touched a raw nerve. The fact is that I have never said you're not an old fool, so people will read into it what they will :D

Uncle David

borocub
01-08-2010, 08:01 AM
They will be calling you brave Dave soon but you are right Dave he is a daft old fool.
Boro, be careful what you say you are pushing me a little too far and you might just receive a calling card. My tawse might just hammer you too.
And it's SIR, at all times.
Yes sir westey, i was only thinking of you sir. You could have more help getting around. Ie a new electric wheelchair. ;)

Uncle David
01-08-2010, 01:46 PM
Here's a message for Borocub:

To the population of Middlesbrough.

If you find yourself to be suffering from fever, chills, fatigue, shivering, muscle aches, dry mouth, breathing problems, cold sweats and hallucinations. Don’t panic, you do not have Swine Flu.

You need to contact your drug dealer because your last hit is now wearing off!

Uncle David :)

borocub
01-08-2010, 01:51 PM
Here's a message for Borocub:

To the population of Middlesbrough.

If you find yourself to be suffering from fever, chills, fatigue, shivering, muscle aches, dry mouth, breathing problems, cold sweats and hallucinations. Don’t panic, you do not have Swine Flu.

You need to contact your drug dealer because your last hit is now wearing off!

Uncle David :)
Thankyou very much Uncle David, but i live outside middlesbrough. I was starting like you, but there again i do like ur jokes. I'm always looking for another uncle to keep me in line . :D:D:D
Ps i've get my happy pills from my doctor. Ha ha ha

Uncle David
01-08-2010, 02:47 PM
Thankyou very much Uncle David, but i live outside middlesbrough. I was starting like you, but there again i do like ur jokes. I'm always looking for another uncle to keep me in line . :D:D:D
Ps i've get my happy pills from my doctor. Ha ha ha

Keep taking the happy pills Borocub. I enjoy your contributions to these forums as, liike myself, you are invariably extremely polite and respectful.

Uncle David :)

anarchistic_masochist
01-08-2010, 03:00 PM
Keep taking the happy pills Borocub. I enjoy your contributions to these forums as, liike myself, you are invariably extremely polite and respectful.

Uncle David :)

The forum would be a sad place without him, Uncle. :)

Cherry x

borocub
01-08-2010, 03:18 PM
Keep taking the happy pills Borocub. I enjoy your contributions to these forums as, liike myself, you are invariably extremely polite and respectful.

Uncle David :)
Thankyou Uncle David. I maybe cheeky sometimes, but i'm always respectful. I always make my daddy smile. Most of the time it's cos he's going to spank me.

Uncle David
01-08-2010, 04:24 PM
Excuse me? "extremely polite and respectful"? Is this the same Uncle David who only yesterday was referring to the Demon Headmaster as a silly old fool??!!
TDH

No, no Cov, there must be someone masquerading under my name. Either that or you are dillusional or the worse for drink.

Uncle David

Uncle David
01-08-2010, 04:46 PM
Well, I'm stone cold sober; to my knowledge, there's no such word as "dillusional"- I presume that you are trying to suggest that I am suffering from delusions; so, that only leaves the possibility that someone is masquerading as you. It must be the same person that thinks that he's capable of spanking a fit young girl of 30-whoever this person is, he's clearly barking!!
TDH

Hmm - a member who can spell delusional. You've obviously seen your psychiatrist's report and are aware of your condition.

Uncle David

anarchistic_masochist
01-08-2010, 06:46 PM
No, Uncle- I just know how to spell- unlike you!! I think that you can cross "educated" off your advertisement!
TDH

Oh my God. Handbags at dawn, or what? It's at times like this, I wish I was dominant; then I'd be slapping the pair of you and telling you to behave yourselves!

(Obviously, being a bottom, I can't do that. Boo! :()

Cherry x

Uncle David
01-08-2010, 07:16 PM
Oh my God. Handbags at dawn, or what? It's at times like this, I wish I was dominant; then I'd be slapping the pair of you and telling you to behave yourselves!

(Obviously, being a bottom, I can't do that. Boo! :()

Cherry x

I couldn't agree with you more Cherry - I think we all know by now that Cov can spell - he does tend to go on and on about it a lot, doesn't he?

It's a pity that having knowledge doesn't necessarily spawn intelligence.

Uncle David :)