Many people like their candy and flowers on Valentine’s Day. Blowjobs? Almost as routine (although in vanilla couplings, nobody’s usually on their knees while buckled up tight in leather bondage straps.) As for dungeon spankings and doggystyle bondage sex, such celebratory traditions may not be quite so ubiquitous, but true fans would be loathe to give them up. May your holiday be as kinky as you like it!
How many times has a wife in a moment of confusion and distress about her marriage, turned to an older and wiser female relative, only to hear some unexpectedly stern advice about how to fix things with her dominant man when she’s strayed far from the path of marital harmony?
“You’re asking me what are you supposed to do? My goodness, how about you just do what he told you? Do you love and respect that man? Would you do anything for him? Have you done fucked up? Again? Maybe one too many times? Did he pull out his big angry voice and tell you to wait for him to get home, meet him in in the bedroom, and assume the damn position? Oh, honey, that’s actually good news. That’s fixable! You better wiggle that big juicy butt of yours in there, and for once in your life, you try doing’ what you’re fuckin’ told!”
“What nonsense are you prattling now? You’re too big, you say? That man loves every jiggly curve you got! You say you don’t know what he wants, and you’re scared? What are you scared of? He gonna spank you? Probably, and you deserve it. You’re worried he’s finally gonna fuck your tight hole, the one you been refusing him ever since the day you married him? You better damn hope he is! You say you don’t know how to act? Hell, yes you do!”
“Here’s exactly what you do. You get your nails done up pretty and you shave yourself all nice and smooth and you put on your best pair of stockings and you shove your face down into the sheets when he tells you to and you stick your ass up high when he tells you to and you reach back there and you spread your ass cheeks as wide as they will go. Then you sit tight, keep your mouth shut, and, you guessed it, do what the fuck he tells you! If you do talk, butter won’t melt in your mouth, and the word “Sir” better come out of it every time. This ain’t rocket science, honey. Angry men are the easiest thing in the world to fix, if you don’t let your pride get in the way. Now get after it!”
This image of a pair of kinky lovers snuggling on a balcony as the sun sets (or rises?) over a fine urban view after what looks to have been a busy weekend of impact play circulated on Tumblr back in the day:
I don’t recognize the skyline or the cityscape myself, but it should be distinctive. Heck, in this era of geolocation hobbyists, somebody who has those skills could probably tell me the room number and building address of the hotel or apartment these two kinksters were in when the photo was taken.
What could be more welcoming when you get home after a long day of hard work than a submissive who greets you on her knees with exposed breasts upon which she has written “Beat Me” with a broad felt tipped pen?
From the way poor Mable is biting her lip during her belt spanking, she knows it’s far from over, even though her poor bottom is showing an awful lot of color:
