University

Hello everyone how are you all.

I seem to be getting pretty useless at keeping my blog up to date but here i go again and i will try and post every few weeks.

I am still stuck in the early 80’s. A few lovely girls have come and gone but alas no spanking to speak of just a few pats maybe. Also worked at Marks and Sparks when college allowed which paid for my frenzied socializing.
Now things where changing again and university called. Managed to get sponsored by a huge engineering company and decided on a sandwich course at Brunel University not far from Heathrow airport. Not realizing at the time how close it actually was to London, i was very pleasantly surprised that Hammersmith Odeon was only 35 minutes away on the tube and even better what would become one of my favourite shops was just a little further.
Stayed on the campus and met some really great people, went to some really fantastic gigs at the Odeon and got to know my way about London quite well.          

One of my friends in a neighbouring room had a friend come up from Cornwall to stay for a few days. She was a lovely little lady and i took quite a shine to her. We spent a few hours around the local shops one afternoon and got on really well. There was a party in the student bar that night and i thought that we would get close because there was an obvious attraction there.

I couldn’t bring myself to go, i had a mental block about getting close to someone and them not knowing about my particular kink. The next day my friend asked where i had got to the previous night because this particular girl really liked me and was asking after me most of the night.

How could someone who liked socializing, meeting people and was a very confident person generally, be so inept with the opposite sex, be so embarrassed about who he really was and how he felt. At the time it was beyond me.

Ahh well there was always some spanking porn to fall back on.

Over the knee

Just the start

Nicely laid on

Happy New Year

A massive happy new year to everyone that follows comments or just ambles by.

Life and work is all a bit hectic at the moment and i do not seem to have the time to write or comment as much as i would like but i do read all of your blogs as they come in.

Also a big thank you to the bloggers that have help me, commented and made my first 8 months both enjoyable and exciting you have opened up a whole new world for me and ongoing friendships in the coming years.

Hope the New Year brings everything you wish for.

Have a great time whatever you are up to.

Bottoms up.

BOB B

The College Years

College was all good, got to meet new friends and always enjoyed learning. Plenty of girls to perv at but no real luck on the girl friend side. Still could not get past my kinky feelings and how strange i felt when looking around at what i considered normal people. How could anyone else have the same cravings? More importantly how could the lovely looking females i was coming into contact every day want pain inflicted on them. I was managing to source more magazines on the subject; not only Janus but Roue and swish, which to be fare did seem a bit tame. All ways returned to Janus as my favourite publication to feed my ever voracious appetite for all things spanking. The lovely models, the graphic stories and of course the readers’ letters. It was about now that i started to doubt what i was reading. The stories are a work of fiction, nicely written and indeed for someone like me exciting to read. Some of the readers’ letters where of experiences at school so at that time i took them to be real because slippers and canes where used in schools. But what about the other stories, the domestic discipline stories, the so called true stories of secretaries not wanting to lose their jobs and submitting to some sort of physical punishment, the girl friend asking for punishment because it turned her on before sex. This can’t possibly be true, it was punishment, it hurt, it was meant as a deterrent. Not knowing there were people with masochistic tendencies or indeed fully blown masochist nothing really struck me as believable.

I knew the thought of having a young lady across my knee and spanking her stirred feelings in me.

I knew that laying the cane across the bare backside of a pretty little thing bent over a table excited me like nothing else. But i was inflicting the pain for my own stimulation.

If any of you lovely followers would like to comment i would appreciate your views on your feelings at a young age. Where you like me, a spanker or for me more importantly did the thought of being spanked or having pain inflicted on you stir you’re deepest desires.