Nickname: Wally
E-mail address: wevans3@ford.com
Sex: Definitely M
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom,
switch, sub, dom, etc.):
Almost always a bottom to an authoritative woman of any age can
be switch as a diversion.
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
Opportunity to hear from people of similar interest, and maybe
even find a casual play partner
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
There are many, but here are a couple:
1) As a teenager about to spend the summer with my distant aunt, I'm ready
for three month of play and free time. What a surprise when my aunt orders
me to my room and sends me to bed early for ignoring my chores!
But the biggest shock is when she comes in an hour later with a wooden hairbrush,
drags me over her knee, and proceeds to blister my bottom until I'm crying
like a two-year-old. And that was only in the first week!
2) The judge in traffic court has seen me before her on a regular basis.
This time she takes me back to her chambers at the end of the day, drapes
me over a special bench, and takes a strap to my bottom.
3) I meet a tall, attractive woman who questions me about my bad habits
and shortcomings. She says that what I need to become a better person is
simply to face some consistent, harsh consequences when I step over the
line she than offers to provide those consequences. Her arguments are very
convincing and I accept, even when I find that the consequences consist
of lengthy, intense sessions over her knee and the business side of an old-fashioned
hairbrush.
Do you play in real life?
On occasion, not enough. And so far only with professionals,
who are often less than satisfying
Are you looking for a partner?
Yes, but not a relationship for anything other than this common
interest
If you consider yourself a citizen of Asssville,
please elaborate on your life in town (your character, residence, occupation,
friends, favorite hangouts, hobbies, whatever):
I'm the solid citizen with a secret life. As an assistant principal
of the local high school, I've had plenty of occasions to take misbehaving
female students over my knee and teach them a lesson they'll long remember.
But in my private life I hang out in the seedier areas of town. A few of
the ladies in town, being quite proper themselves, have decided that I'm
setting a very poor example and threaten to expose my habits to the PTA.
However, to avoid such unpleasantness,
I pleaded with them to keep this matter within our small group. I admitted
my failings and that I'd have a hard time changing my ways, so they suggested
that I meet with them each week to review my activities. If I've been frequenting
the unsavory bars, etc., I'd have to admit it and accept punishment from
whichever lady is designated (and I'd better not lie!). I'm punished about
three times a month, sometimes mildly and at other times very harshly. I've
received everything from a simple hand spanking to a severe whipping with
a strap, but most often I find myself over one's knee getting it with a
hairbrush or small paddle - and they all hit very
hard. What a town!!
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Nickname: WarmHand
E-mail address: bromo@gw.total-web.net
Sex: Male
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom,
switch, sub, dom, etc.):
Top by nature
When did you first find the newsgroup?
Lurking since the days of text-only
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
The warm, welcoming nature of the group. It makes me think of
my "kink" as not so kinky.
Your favorite SSS story or author(s):
Tough choice. For stories, any "naughty girl who enjoys
it" writers. I keep an eye out for Barrister and Ted when it comes
to commentary.
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
I love anything involving a scene where a brat who deserves it
realizes that she also enjoys it. For me to have fun, the spankee has to
be into it.
Do you play in real life?
I have on a few occasions. Most involved a willing but unenthusiastic
spankee.
Are you looking for a partner?
Yes, especially relationship-oriented. Must see spanking as a
game (bottom) rather than being a lifestyle (sub).
If you consider yourself a citizen of Asssville,
please elaborate on your life in town (your character, residence, occupation,
friends, favorite hangouts, hobbies, whatever):
Now we're getting personal. I see life as basically silly, but
have a serious side. "Monty Python" and "60 Minutes"
both have their place. I live in suburban Atlanta, GA but have a Boston
family background, sprinkled with the effects of both Catholic and public
school. I love old movies (esp. Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn), the aforementioned
Monty Python, and 70s/80s pop and rock. I prefer cats to dogs, and quiet
nights or movies over the club scene. Rudeness shocks me far more than unfamiliar
ideas.
Other comments:
Open to email from anyone. Crude is cool, but rude is not. I
happen to possess a few of PolitenessMan's Steel Hankys, and strongly believe
in civil rather than uncivil discourse.
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Nickname: WarmPalm
E-mail address: warmpalm@nym.alias.net
Sex: Not often enough - oh! uh, Male
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom,
switch, sub, dom, etc.):
Would-be spanker and potential spankee.
When did you first find the newsgroup?
February 1996 (A.S.S.) First posted: April 14, 1996
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
The people, their stories, shared experiences, diverse viewpoints.
Your favorite SSS story or author(s):
JustSpirit
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
(Fiction) I date a woman who mentions that her mother is an old-fashioned,
no nonsense woman who frequently spanked her as a girl and in fact still
spanks her on occasion. When I confess that such talk excites me, she starts
describing past spankings before and during our lovemaking to make me hot.
We start visiting her mother every few weeks and on some visits I witness
her mother disciplining her for various infractions of the house rules.
If the fantasy continues long enough, either I become subject to her mother's
spankings or she instructs me in the art of chastising her daughter.
Do you play in real life?
Not yet.
Are you looking for a partner?
Yes, female.
Other comments:
E-mail is always welcome but it goes through a remailer chain which is not
always reliable; if I don't answer, try again in a few days. You may use
my name in town threads (which I don't read) or in poems and verses (which
I do read) as long as you don't attribute words or opinions to me (other
than my own) in such a way that a reasonable person is likely to believe
they reflect my actual words or opinions.
Orientation: Male/Female, possibly Female/Male
Age: Late forties
Location: Honolulu, Hawaii
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Nickname: wild^angel
E-mail address: dollphin5@hotmail.com
Sex: female over 30 so yeah whenever i can
get it :)
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom,
switch, sub, dom, etc.):
submissive/brat
When did you first find the newsgroup?
about a year ago i saw it when i did a
search on the web knowing nothing yet about terminology or definitions i
was too chicken to click on it or add it to my newsgroups...i'm no longer
chicken :)
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
oooohhhh hard question...well let's see...the
obvious comes to mind...knowing you aren't alone...but more than that there
is a sense of community among the newsgroup participants...i mean real community
not just a group of ppl...you support each other, laugh cry and fight, but
there is growth and love and understanding...oh and the stories ain't bad
either :)
Your favorite SSS story or author(s):
ooohhhh that's like asking who is your
favorite child i won't say :P but i'll say most recently i've enjoyed Barrister's
"The Clash" SilkDreamr's "A Summer's Day"
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
this is a fantasy :) M/F cons, sex, anal,
D/s written as it popped into my mind so there is no real punctuation sorry
if it is confusing to you in places :)
you walk through the door...you're cold and damp...i've fixed your tea getting
use to the idea that dinner is called tea here...it's a casserole and is
staying warm in the oven...i didn't know what time you would be home...the
kettle is keeping water hot for the actual tea...i come to you and hug you
and kiss you...i start to take your jacket...you stop me...you take my elbow
and turn me down the hall...you lead me to your office...i look at you...you
put your finger on my lips...shhhh...you say...you leave me standing in
the doorway and walk over to the new bench...you pick it up and walk out
to the living room with it...i turn as you go through the door and watch
you...frowning because you've not taken off your damp coat...you set it
down in the center of the living room...you look at me...strip is all you
say as you walk to the bedroom...my mind is racing...am i in trouble? is
this for fun?...i try to think of anything i've done to displease you recently...i
can't come up with anything major...just minor things...well i thought they
were minor...i'm taking off my clothes as i think...you walk back in...you've
taken off your coat and have fur lined ankle cuffs and wrists cuffs...i'm
naked...i stand there watching you waiting...instinctively i raise my hands
and lace my fingers behind my neck as i move my feet apart...i keep my eyes
on you and my back straight...my mind envies my body knowing what to do...good
girl you say but you don't smile...i bite my lip...you secure the ankle
cuffs to the legs of the bench with short (very short to my mind) chains
clasped to between the rings on each cuff to the rings on the bench legs...you
stand...move to the front of the bench...i'm trying to take slow breaths
wanting so bad to ask you why? to be assured i've done nothing wrong...but
i bite it back...i want to be good to be patient i know i will have all
my questions answered eventually...you attach longer chains to each wrist
cuff and the legs of the bench at that end...you stand at that end...look
at me...bend over the bench you say as if you were saying pass the butter...yes
Master i answer and walk to the end of the bench and bend...i stretch my
arms towards the other end...feeling my thighs stretch taught as i reach...good
girl you say again and grasp my right wrist...you secure the cuff buckling
it tight...my arm stretched no play in the chain but it's not uncomfortable...then
my left...my feet are not flat on the floor...just the bottoms of my toes...my
bottom is up high my pelvic bone against the padded edge of the bench...i
spread my thighs knowing they're not as wide as they will be when my ankles
are secured...you move to the back of the table...sqat down behind me...your
hand firmly grasps my left ankle and pulls it to the cuff the fur encircles
my ankle...you buckle it snuggly...then you move to my right ankle...now
my legs are spread wide...they're straight the muscles gently stretched
but relaxed as well...my sex exposed...lips already glistening with moisture...you
pull a scarf from your pocket...i watch as you bring it to my face...covering
my eyes...tying it in back of my head...i lay my head down my left cheek
against the cool leather...good girl...you stand there your hand slowly
stroking me from my neck down my spine and over my bottom...over and over
stroking slowly firmly...kitten, tonight you will not speak unless i ask
you a question or give you permission, do you understand?...yes Master...good
girl...stroking...i start to move with your hand...you will not move unless
i tell you too or i am touching you, do you understand, kitten?...yes Master...your
hand stops...i stop moving...good girl...you move away from the bench...i
bite my lip...i hear you move in the kitchen...you're taking the casserole
out of the oven...i know you can see me clearly from the kitchen...i remain
still...breathing deeply...you come back and sit in your chair...i listen
to the sounds of fork on plate as you eat your dinner...it seems you've
been sitting there for hours...it's only been a few minutes i'm sure...my
hips shift...i pull against the wrist cuffs...i hear you set your plate
on the coffee table...too late remembering your instructions...i swallow
hard with the sounds of you rising out of your chair...a cupboard opens
and closes...footsteps draw closer...i lift my head...i know you're close...i
suck in my breath as i feel the sudden sharp sting of the tawse across both
of my cheeks...i jerk on the wrist cuffs...pressing my hips into the bench...another
loud crack then sting flashing across my cheeks...i squirm hard...but don't
cry out...three more times it lands across my cheeks...i try hard to breath
deeply and stop the squirming...you pause...i lay my head back on the bench
thinking you are down...shutting my eyes tight against the blindfold and
the burn on my bottom...the two sharp cracks quickly echo through the house
as you land the tawse once to each thigh...somehow i manage not to cry out...but
i gasp hard for breath and my legs tremble...you stroke my burning cheeks
with your hand sliding it down my left thigh then up my right...you cup
my sex with your hand...i squirm against it...i'm already wet, hot and swollen...your
hand strokes up to my bottom...your fingers trailing along my lips...i rock
my hips against the bench...softly moaning...your hand leaves my body and
with great effort i stop moving...your breath is hot against my ear as you
lean down and whisper good girl...you return to your chair and your meal...what
a sight i must be now...red stripes across my bottom and thighs...sex swollen
and wet...i bite on my lip the effort to stay still harder now...i want
to grind my pelvis into the bench...squirm away some of the sting...but
i stay still...did you eat before i got home kitten?...yes Master...good...you
rise from your chair again...i hear you in the kitchen...water runs in the
sink...dishes clink together...i stay still and quiet...my mind begins to
quiet as well...you finish in the kitchen...i hear you moving around the
living room...then in the bedroom...cupboards and drawers open and close...i'm
not sure what you are doing but i just listen...you come back to my side...your
hand strokes along my back and pats my bottom...your fingers dip into my
sex...stroking it back to aching want...you pull your fingers out and walk
away...i hear you sit down in your chair...i moan and fight hard the urge
to move...i hear the paper unfold...i groan inwardly...the paper he takes
forever he reads the whole thing...i take a deep breath and tell myself
to stay still and quiet...soon my mind is free of clutter...i seem only
aware of you in your chair the soft rustling of the paper...my bonds...holding
me securely safely...it doesn't matter why i'm here like this...i'm here
my Master is here and i'm aware of little else but him and the aching desire
building inside me...my mind and body totally at ease now...the paper rustles...i
hear you rise from the chair...i hold my breath...are you coming to me...there
is a pause in your movement...i bite my lip oh please i think please come
to me...your footsteps start again moving towards me...i feel myself become
instantly wet my muscles tremble i'm so aroused by the hope of your attentions...you're
next to me...your left hand strokes my hair and travels between my shoulder
blades down my spine and rests in the small of my back pressing down gently...then
i feel the cool smooth wood of a paddle on my left cheek...slowly it moves
in circles...softly caressing...i moan and try to lift my bottom higher...CRACK...it
lands on the cheek it just caressed...it moves over to the right cheek first
softly caressing it then CRACK...i moan and squirm...you steadily paddle
me...back and forth you cover both cheeks...your left hand increasing pressure
to my back slightly as my hips rock against the bench...i'm crying my bottom
burning and writhing when you finally stop...your left hand stays on my
back as your right hand caresses my inner thighs...fingers brushing against
my soaking aching sex...you move away for a second...when you return your
left hand rests in the small of my back again...i gasp as i feel a well
lubed butt plug press against my anus...then i relax and breath deeply as
you slowly insert the plug...i sigh as i open for it and it fills me...good
girl...i squeeze slightly on the plug finding the right amount of pressure
to keep it in without forcing it out...you give me a couple of firm swats
with your hand right on the plug...i squirm and choke back a sob my bottom
still on fire from the paddling...you walk away and i hear you sit in your
chair again...i whimper as i hear you pick up the paper again...quiet girl
you say gently...i swallow hard and stay quiet...my bottom burns...my pussy
aches...my anus stretched and filled with the plug...how am i going to stand
it i wonder...for how long will i have to try?...i've long since stopped
asking myself why this was happening...i knew it wasn't punishment i would
have been told...i sensed it was a lesson...but i wasn't sure what...patience?
self-control? obiedence? all lessons i've strived to master and we've gone
over them many times...as the burn lessens my mind quiets again...my body
relaxes...as if sensing this you put down your paper again and stand...i
focus on your movements again...you walk up behind me...both your hands
caress and squeeze my cheeks...you move to my left...your right hand cups
my sex your thumb pressing on the plug...i moan and squirm under your thumb...two
of your fingers slide into my slick pussy...i hug them tight gripping hard
with my slippery muscles...you stroke back and forth you thumb pressing
and releasing on the plug...you suddenly stop and pull your fingers out...your
thumb off...i strain with the effort not to keep moving...you move behind
me...i hear your belt being unbuckled...i tense my cheeks...will he?...i
hear it slide from the loops...my heart is racing...can i take it after
that paddling?...the leather brushes against my thighs then i hear the belt
fall to the floor...then silence...then i hear your zipper...the sound of
your jeans sliding down your legs...i hear your jeans land on what the couch?
your chair?...i gasp as your hands grip my hips firmly...your cock slides
quickly and surely into my pussy...you press against my hot cheeks and the
plug...i gasp and squirm...you take me...fucking me hard...pressing me down
against the bench...the plug moving up and down as you slide your cock in
and out of my pussy...i clench on it hard...squirming hard gasping...cum
kitten...cum now...i need no further command...i feel the orgasm burst from
my center and travels out shaking my limps rocking my senses...i gasp again
then cry out...shaking violently...i'm aware of your orgasm rocking your
body...your cock large and throbbing in me...it's a while before either
of us move...you've laid along my back resting comfortably...i almost doze
off...you finally rise...and withdraw from my pussy...i moan...you release
my ankles...then move to the other end of the bench and release my wrists...you
take my arms and help me up...your arm goes around my waist...you kiss the
side of my head...your hand reaches around the back of my head and removes
the blindfold...you guide me to the bathroom...you turn on the shower...then
you take your shirt off...get in the shower...i step in aware with every
move that the butt plug is still in me...you get in the shower with me...you
hand me the washcloth and soap...i take them and lather the soap onto the
washcloth and hand the soap back...i slowly wash your body...when i finish
you take the cloth...i remove the shower head and rinse your body...you
take it from me...turn around reach up and hold the pipe you tell me...i
turn and obey...spread your legs wide...i move my feet wide apart...you
hold the shower head so the water runs over my bottom and between my cheeks...your
other hand nudges between them and finds the plug...you gently pull slowly
removing it...a moan escapes my lips...next i feel the washcloth slowly
caressing my body...when it's covered every inch of me you move the shower
head over my body rinsing the soap away...you turn off the water...step
out of the shower kitten...i step out with you...you wrap a big towel around
me and i stand while you dry yourself...then you take my towel and dry me...you
guide us into the bedroom...you slip your robe on and pull my pajamas from
the dresser drawer...i frown because they're my shorts and tank top pajamas...you're
putting me to bed?...too late i realize i've not been told the scene is
over nor been given permission to speak...your hand closes around my arm
as you sit on the bed pulling me down over your lap...your hand smacks the
backs of my thighs several times...it stings but i don't cry or struggle...stand
up...i stand...you know why i spanked you?...yes Master i spoke without
permission i'm sorry Master...good girl...you stand and pick up my pajamas
again...you help me into them...i glance at the clock...it's only 8:30 surely
he's not...but as i wonder to myself you pull back the covers...i'm pouting
i don't want to go to bed...we haven't talked about our days yet...or this
incredible scene...into bed...my mouth starts to open but i shut it again
quickly...i get into bed and you pull the covers up over me...you sit on
the bed next to me...you stroke my hair...i look up at you...you smile at
me...how was your day kitten?...i smile and sigh...we spend an hour talking
about the day and the scene...i tell you how much i enjoyed it but how confused
i was at first...you smile...listen to me unfold the feelings i went through...stroking
my hair and face...when we've both gone quiet for a while you bend and kiss
my mouth...night kitten, sleep well you say...but i don't want to sleep
aren't you coming to bed too...i start to rise up on my elbows...gently
firmly you press me back down hands on my shoulders...would you like another
spanking and corner time before you sleep,young lady?...no Master i relax
my body under your hands...you kiss my cheek...good girl sleep well...night
Master...i quickly reach up and wrap my arms around you hugging you tight...you
hug me back and hold me for a minute then ease me back down...you tuck the
covers around me as you stand...i watch you as you turn off the bedside
lamp then move through the door...i close my eyes as i roll on my side my
bottom and thighs still tingle...i'm dozing off before i finish my thought
Do you play in real life?
when i get the chance :)
Are you looking for a partner?
no just like minded friends
If you consider yourself a citizen of Asssville,
please elaborate on your life in town (your character, residence, occupation,
friends, favorite hangouts, hobbies, whatever):
well i would like to be a resident of Assville
but am so new i'm not sure how to go about finding a residence, do i have
to have an occupation? i don't like work lol. Can someone tell me how you
become a resident? Do i need a VISA? i don't mean credit card lol
Other comments:
i also use the nick dollphin but it's taken
on hotmail and aol which i sometimes post from as dollbrat...but i "sign"
my posts wild^angel
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Nickname: Willow
E-mail address: willow@nym.alias.net
Sex: Male. Sorry if you assumed the nickname was feminine - maybe
it wasn't the best choice. (continued below...)
In my defence, there are a number of possible meanings for the name:
The (female) character in Buffy The Vampire Slayer <sigh>
The (male) lead character in the 1988 movie of the same name
The tree (whose branches can be used as a nice, whippy switch :-)
A symbol of grief for unrequited love (aka, "to wear the willow")
A machine used in the preparation of cotton or wool (honest)
It's left as an exercise for the reader to decide which you think is appropriate.
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom, switch,
sub, dom, etc.):
Um... Inexperienced.
Probably a top - at least, that's the way I tend to fantasise.
When did you first find the newsgroup?
1998 I think -- I lurked on-and-off since then, reading stories and
posts that happened to catch my eye. Unfortunately, I don't always get enough
time to keep up with all the new messages.
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
The sense of humour of the people who contribute to the group, the
generally low quantity
of spam and noise, and the high quality of the stories.
Your favorite SSS story or author(s):
Ooh... Too many to name here.... But John Benson and Mr Spraycan
would have to be near the top of the list.
My favourite non-SSS author (in the - ahem - erotic literature field) would
have to be Anais Nin.
My favourite author of conventional fiction is Emily Bronte (OK, so she
only wrote one book, it's still my favourite :-)
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
(Imagined...)
A romantic evening with a loved one who has been a little too brattish for
her own good, giving her a firm over-the-knee spanking, then comforting
her in an intimate manner -)
Do you play in real life?
Not yet...
Are you looking for a partner?
Not actively, but I am currently single - and if I met the right
woman I certainly wouldn't turn her away!
If you consider yourself a citizen of Asssville,
please elaborate on your life in town (your character, residence, occupation,
friends, favorite hangouts, hobbies, whatever):
Never visited. May drop in soon though
Other comments:
Any comments/constructive criticism on any of my posts or stories
are welcome.
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Nickname: willow27
Sex: Male - Senior Veteran on the spanking scene
Must remain ananomous due to my very vanilla wife
How would you describe yourself (top, bottom, switch,
sub, dom, etc.):
Switch -
When did you first find the newsgroup?
6 months ago
What do you appreciate most about SSS?
The very nice people who are really normal.For years I thought I
was a perv in regards to flagellation but lo - I wish this ng was in vogue
40 years ago.
Your favorite SSS story or author(s):
Huny - most assuredly . Being a voyeur - her descriptions of being
whipped with a switch by her master are extremely erotic. I would love to
see her welted behind after an hour of being switched and or caned - WHEW
!!!!
Describe a favorite scene (real or imagined):
Being ordered to go into the woods to cut and prepare a suitable
whippy switch - prferably birch,willow, or hickory - to used on my bared
behind.Also to have my partner do same thing. Counting the lashes also very
erotic. Kissing the implement at the termination of the punishment and viewing
the marks on the buttocks are also required.
Do you play in real life?
No but hoping to find the clandestine partner without my vanilla finding
out
Are you looking for a partner?
See above
If you consider yourself a citizen of Asssville,
please elaborate on your life in town (your character, residence, occupation,
friends, favorite hangouts, hobbies, whatever):
I am retired from a management position. I occasionally attend BDSM
meetings etc - but just as a voyeur. They are all nice people and do not
patronize me cuz of my advanced age.
Other comments:
I am strictly hetero but perhaps would consent to a whipping from
a male . Would this be considered a gay encounter. It would of course be
asexual
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