tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162106643950017132.post5990780942685647974..comments2024-02-24T10:02:16.848-08:00Comments on My World of Spanking: Shopping plansOldFashionedGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06555657910705505594noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162106643950017132.post-53376183895146184052014-06-30T07:33:34.472-07:002014-06-30T07:33:34.472-07:00Wow, I'm so envious! Is the Pantry used for ot...Wow, I'm so envious! Is the Pantry used for other activities or is it purely for disciplinary use? Having a hairbrush that just sits on a chair waiting and waiting and waiting... is SO hot.OldFashionedGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06555657910705505594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162106643950017132.post-39626729053163381812014-06-23T07:40:43.233-07:002014-06-23T07:40:43.233-07:00Several years ago, just weeks after Carroll and I ...Several years ago, just weeks after Carroll and I were married, I bought an old oak straight backed chair from an antique dealer in upper New England, and installed it in my large pantry off the kitchen. It is elevated about 20 inches and has two steps to assist one up into the seat. It sits in the center of the room. In the late morning, daylight falls onto its polished surfaces. A hairbrush, also of oak, is kept on the seat of the chair. Carroll never voluntarily enters the room. When he does he is quite agitated and deliciously naked, a lovely sight; he is of boyish build, except for a bottom of splendid proportions. It is his best feature, and was an instant attraction the first time I laid eyes on it. It is deeply cleft and the object of much admiration among the women in my family. When it is turned up in the pantry it offers me a smooth, resilient space to express my dissatisfaction with Carroll's behavior. His lovely form, all smooth and buffed, twists and turns, shivers and quakes, as I enlighten the boy. Tears fall, promises are made between the sobs, and when we leave the room I am happy and Carroll is well sorted out. It is a wonderful chair!katlynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567465849580620945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8162106643950017132.post-19069701596182548822014-03-05T23:45:46.270-08:002014-03-05T23:45:46.270-08:00You are so right about the mystique and significan...You are so right about the mystique and significance of the chair. My own experience of being caed by my wife has always been that I bend over the back of a a<br />dining room chair and place my hands on the seat. There is something solid and reassuring about the chair being there for me to hold on to during what is to come. We both know our roles and the chair is central to that. My role is to bend over as far as possible and no matter how much I sting and smart and even if it gets too much to bear I have to remain in position and keep my bottom presented for more of the same until my ordeal is over. I can look over my shoulder from my position over the chair and see the look of determination in her eyes as she carefully takes aim to place the stripes as evenly as she can. I like to see the look of satisfaction on her face as she lands an especially effective stroke. The chair is my rock and my only comfort and support during such domestic dramasTommyTuckerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14623087861359267962noreply@blogger.com