Leather is the Life for me #ASMSG #Poetry #LeatherLifestyle #BDSM

Mad Hatter

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I live this life because I must

I feel it’s what is just

A life of honesty and love

A life that fits me like a glove

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I’m a girl through and through

and being in service makes me who?

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Me… just me

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Slave is just a label

of which I’m not sure I’m able

to accept…

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I’m more than just that by definition

I transition…

into partner

friend

relationship mend-er

An advice giver

sometimes, even a rule bender

a positive energy sender

and for those I love, a true defender

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Leather means way more than a piece of clothing or what I wear

it’s how I care,

it’s how I share,

it’s how I dare… to love.

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My life is lived with that of integrity

I’m in it for the longevity

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The camaraderie means the world to me

The family aspect has become the key

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Leather is the life for me.

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Leather is my life

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Secrets by Penelope Jones #Poetry #ASMSG #erotica

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Secrets

by Penelope Jones

We all have them hidden deep inside

How easily they glide…

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Off the tongue

A laundry list of secrets, I sung

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“You make my juices seep”

“When you text my heart skips a beat”

“And my legs go weak”

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“I like to be spanked until I cry”

“And yes, my dickhead father’s likely the reason why”

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“I love the way sweat feels”

“I love wearing high heels”

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“I have a fetish for knee socks”

“I’m also seeking a collar that locks”

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Each secret opens up a new world to explore

Each word you spoke left me begging for more

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You scare the hell out of me

Yet, determination is the key

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I told you, “I don’t chase men”

You invited me to your den

Laid before me were your sins

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Crops, whips, and paddles too

I knew you’d know just what to do

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You tell me your secrets

And I’ll tell you mine

I hope you’re not just feeding me lines

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By my own admission

Of my submission

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You hold the keys to drive my life

You hold the power to cut me like a knife

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All I can do is pray you won’t

That you don’t

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Because you’re right

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I’ll continue to share my truths

No matter how depraved or dark

We embark…

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On a path of lust and need

Maybe we’ll succeed

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Who knows what this journey has in store

I hope it’s dirty, delicious, and more

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Because for the right man or woman…

I’m a whore! 

 

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Copyright 2013  by Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Not Just a Temporary Patch #Poetry #ASMSG #Relationships

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Perfect, sparkling blue eyes
He was a nice surprise

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A game of pool
Nearly made me drool

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And 3 beers in,
And, I would’ve fucked him

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Again and Again and Again

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Yet, He stopped me in my tracks
Morals wasn’t something he lacked

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Huh?!?

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Was this guy for real?
Didn’t he know the deal?

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I was an easy lay
But he had to pay

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That’s right my goodies weren’t free,
but…
Cash wasn’t the key

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From love and devotion,
To crossing an ocean

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Proving to me he was worthy of my gift
Everything he did gave my heart a lift

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He showed me what a good man was like
And I didn’t tell him to go fly a kite

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In fact…

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I invited him into my life
And he didn’t add any strife

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Life was an adventure which twisted and turned
And my body yearned…

for him

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Owned, there was no doubt
He spanked me when I’d pout

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We loved through thick and thin
Together we made up new sins

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But, I’m only day dreaming
And perhaps doing a little scheming

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Yet…

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It would be a perfect match
And not just a temporary patch

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Me and Him…
Maybe I’ll meet him at the gym?

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Exercise does a body good…
Pass it on!

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

You’re my Everything #Poetry #ASMSG

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You love me from afar

Keeping me at a distance

Your heart kept tight in a jar

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Protected until you need me

And even sometimes when you don’t

You see, that is the key

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That unlocks the puzzle of your soul

Granting permission for us to become whole

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Allowing me to breathe in the essence of you

It is True

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You’re my everything

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

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Be my guest … @CaraBristol joins me to talk about Spanking! #ASMSG

Good morning my Lovelies …

I have a very amazeballs treat for you. One of my favorite DD (Domestic Discipline) authors, Cara Bristol is my special guest today!

So without further ado … Welcome Cara! 

The open secret of spanking

By Cara Bristol

Will the spankos in blogland who are using their real names please raise their hands?

*Looks around*

Nobody?

That’s what I gathered.

In my research into domestic discipline and erotic spanking, I discovered that bloggers are very open and honest about their practices when they can be anonymous. But vanilla friends don’t know about their secret lifestyles, and when family and friends visit, great care is taken to hide evidence. I’ve read many blogs where the spankers lamented being unable to spank because they had house guests. And for single spankos, finding a compatible partner can be challenge. How do you approach a potential partner with the request you want to be spanked or like to spank?

The duality of the lifestyle, open and honest online, secret in the vanilla world, intrigued me. Inspired me.I thought, what if? What if I took this open secret one step farther? What if there was a place, an organization where spankos could go and be open about their lifestyle, to socialize with people who understood? I decided to create a social organization patterned after a gentleman’s club, in which all the men spanked their women.

So the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline erotic romance series was born. It’s based in part, on real-life practices, but also incorporates a dose of fantasy, so all the men are dominant, macho men. Each book of the series is written as a stand-alone, focusing on the erotic romance and domestic discipline relationship of two characters. Books can be read out-of-order.  However, the Rod and Cane Society does/will grow and change throughout the books.

Rod and Cane begins as a secret organization. Members have to sign a confidentiality agreement, and there are penalties for violating it.

In book one, Unexpected Consequences, I introduce Rod and Cane, when a naïve bride marries a member. Her parents belong, and she knows of the organization, but she doesn’t know what it stands for. She and her new husband have discussed domestic discipline, but she assumes she would never do anything to warrant a spanking…

In book two, False Pretenses, an aspiring journalist infiltrates the organization intending to write a story. She doesn’t know that her new boyfriend is a member, nor is she aware of the penalties resulting from violating that confidentiality agreement…

In Body Politics, book three, Rod and Cane is in the process of becoming more open as a result of having been outed in the press. It’s a battle of the sexes when a feminist takes on member of the society.

More Rod and Cane Society novels are planned. In book four, which I’ll complete this year, there’s going to be a major shake-up in the organization and the live of one of the members introduced as a secondary character in a previous book.

 

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Body Politics blurb

Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?

Body Politics excerpt

Stephanie flinched. She’d been enjoying having Mark stroke her butt; it had been both relaxing and arousing. She’d spread her legs, hoping he would caress her. When he’d made no move to spank her, she started to think the whole discipline thing had been a put-on.

Not.

He stung her ass. She wasn’t prepared for the sharpness—or the loud crack. He smacked her butt cheek dead center. Smack on the other one. She curled her fingers into his bedspread, commanding herself to remain silent. His arm was clamped like a vise over her lower back as he rained slaps upon her rear, the crease beneath her cheeks, the tops of her thighs. She wondered if striking her stung his hand as much as it hurt her ass. With all her heart, she hoped so.

He paused to rub her skin, easing the burn, then, holding her firmly again, he grabbed the paddle. Her ass cheeks and stomach clenched.

The first blow fell, searing skin already tender, and a whimper escaped her compressed lips. She’d thought his hand was unforgiving, but the paddle was worse. She buried her face in the nubby coverlet. With measured strokes, Mark spanked her as if timed by an invisible metronome. Crack. One, two.Crack. one, two. Crack.

“Tell me why I’m doing this.”

Because you’re a domineering asshole. She gritted her teeth to keep the words inside.

“Stephanie. I’m not talking to myself. I expect you to answer, or I’ll spank you until you do.”

He struck the crease where her ass met her thigh four times.

“No!” She twisted to avoid the spanks, but he held her fast.

“Answer my question.” Four more strikes to the other side.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Big girls don’t cry. “Because I acted rudely to Elizabeth.”

“That’s right. You were disrespectful. To her and to me.” He laid several hard blows to the middle of her cheeks. She’d seen the desire in his eyes; now she felt his disappointment. Surprisingly that bothered her. His opinion shouldn’t matter to her, but it did.

He set the paddle on the bed and massaged her skin, not slowly like he had done before, but briskly. What had soothed now rasped. But somehow comforted. “Why did you act that way?” he asked.

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He will not allow it… #ASMSG

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Clean Up On Aisle 9 #Poemup

 

I love the way your hand feels when it smacks my ass

Caressing me, soothing me, urging the sting to pass

 

So you may rain down spanks even more than before

All the while I was begging, yearning to be your whore

 

My cries rang through the air like they didn’t matter

Your slaps made such a loud pitter-patter

 

Over and over you struck me with force

And I kept begging for more, and more of course

 

Mewling of love and devotion brushed across your ear

You knew my impending orgasm was drawing near

 

Soon two fingers were fucking my pussy

Everything you did was making me gushy

 

The harsh slaps had stopped, and my hair was fisted

All my offenses were being listed

 

As you spoke such harsh truths right at my lips

More fingers were added, and I was gyrating my hips

 

I wanted you, needed you, begged from my heart

Your lips crashed into mine, and your tongue did dart

 

Into my mouth, just as my hips danced on your fingers

You pounding my cunt, until the ecstasy lingers

 

Then

 

You

 

Stop

 

Leaving me a heap of a mess, in need of a mop

 

Orgasm Denied

 

Clean-up on aisle 9!