A Glimpse

At last, I've returned. I am delighted to once again welcome you into my world. Stay tuned for new pictures and info about my latest revival.

XO,

This weekend, I threw a party. There were no men allowed. But there were spankings. Ooodles of them.

I love the way women give themselves over to a spanking. How they relax over your knee, and allow you to caress them into readiness. How they receive your focus, with utmost attention. They wait for each stroke, patient and confident. They melt, over time, until they fall into a state of twilight, not asleep, so far away from reality but utterly connected to every touch. The percussion, hypnotic, drowns away the world.

A good spanking can take an hour, and range from the most tender of pats to the thunderous, rhythmic blows that shake their whole frame.  I love taking my time, bringing someone through their spectrum of pain, watching them grow heated and open, elevating through each level. Exhilaration going up, up, up, and dreamy buzz when they come down.