Burning a Butt You know, you get to a point in your life when you decide to chronicle some of your experiences. In my case, my spanking experience. There have been hundreds over the last 40 or so years. So here’s the first one in what could be a series of a whole lot of them spanning a lifetime. I s...

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As much fun as I have at this job, every once in awhile I need a break. And my kind of break is Vegas: hot weather, hot dice, hot women, and a hot hand. I told Al Beverati to hold down the fort for a few days. I pealed out of the parking lot and headed for the airport with a clear mind and full wall...

I love women. I truly do. I love how they look. How they feel. How they smell. How they walk. How they…breathe. Everything about them. I don’t think I’ve met a woman yet who hasn’t intrigued me in one way or another. And you know what else turns me on about women? They’re new roles in society. Now I...

I love women. I truly do. I love how they look. How they feel. How they smell. How they walk. How they…breathe. Everything about them. I don’t think I’ve met a woman yet who hasn’t intrigued me in one way or another. And you know what else turns me on about women? They’re new roles in society. Now I...

Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m a few Lucky’s short of a pack but I’ve always took pride in knowing when I’m being played. I have a degree from the University of Asphalt. I have a B.S. in B.S. That’s why I get utterly insane when someone pulls something over on me. Because I should see it coming a few thousa...

I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than a nightclub full of people laughing, drinking, dancing, and generally having one helluva good time. It’s one of the things that makes America the great country it is. Of course, I might be a tad bias because I own a very successful nightclub. But al...

CHAPTER FOUR-Street Dance It had been three days since Max Brand gave Sandy an embarrassing but thorough spanking and she could still feel tender spots when she sat. As Sandy stepped into her black silk thong, she turned to survey her shapely bottom. There were small clusters of red blotches still v...

CHAPTER THREE-Max/Street Justice Sandy checked her watch, then the clock. Then she checked her computer’s clock. Yep, five-thirty. A half hour till her meeting with Max. She was so upset with herself. Not for getting in this bind, but actually feeling an amalgam of excitement and anxiety. She couldn...

Supposedly, this is a true story. The woman who told it to me was a bit tipsy. But it's hot just the same. I lived in a college town for four years. I was one of the lucky ones. I got a full ride. My parents are still thanking me. I experienced a lot during those years. I grew up and found and lost ...