<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:47:07.031-08:00</updated><category term='naughty girls being spanked'/><category term='paddle'/><category term='spanking'/><title type='text'>A View from the Top</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a spanko (Top) in a vanilla marriage</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-1532485359760188753</id><published>2008-11-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:25:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation I promised on the word Master</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to get some readers or maybe even a comment or two, but I hope that will come, can't wait until that happens, have to get stuff down while it's fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;In earlier post I have stated I don't call myself a Master and didn't want to piss people off by telling them why. Well I've formulated my answer and it is many fold so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for not calling myself Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've met and seen many so called Masters', both online and in person, that the handle "asshole" would fit better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Master is a term of respect. Respect is earned, not given because of a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The net has done many wonderful things to this life, but along with the good comes the bad. Too many have used the life and term Master to bolster thier macho image. I've always felt that a false bravado usually covers a personaliy of an asshole. A true Master is confident in who they are, it shows in the way the conduct themselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am about respect. Respect is earned, but by the same token, disrespect is also earned.  I disrespect noone, no matter who or what thier station in life is, until that person has shown me otherwise. If they earn my disrespect and contempt, I shall treat them accordingly.  If a slave wishes to be reguarded as such, I will treat them as such, as to thier wishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Online, I have never met alot of the people I chat with or converse with. For a slave or sub to call me Master, without meeting me, isn't something that sets well with me. Having never met someone, how can you tell, give that kind of respect? To me it just makes a mockery of the life. I mean really, I could be a 10 year old playing on my parents computer. To me, until we know each other better, SIr is a perfectly good greeting. It shows respect, but doesn't over do it. Once we've become better aquainted, if they choose to call me Master, that is acceptable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a slave online recently and she couldn't understand why I didn't want her to call me Master. After we had met, I told her and then she started calling me Master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess to make a long story, short. All of you subs and slaves who have ever placed an ad seeking a Master know what I mean. After getting hundreds of one line emails, and orders from Men you have never met, doesn't it seem like some kind of a joke? All the wanna-bes looking for kinky sex really have no clue as to what this life is all about. Would you place your life and decision making in the hands of these "Masters"?..............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would hope not, so that is my explanation folks, hope I made it clear enough if anyone ever reads this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-1532485359760188753?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1532485359760188753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=1532485359760188753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1532485359760188753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1532485359760188753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/11/explanation-i-promised-on-word-master.html' title='Explanation I promised on the word Master'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-1429826986476496057</id><published>2008-10-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:54:06.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paddle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naughty girls being spanked'/><title type='text'>Brats, or as they prefer Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQgfN_iAQAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V08WnZQlPiQ/s1600-h/angelhornstextandgrpahics.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262490489835241474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQgfN_iAQAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V08WnZQlPiQ/s320/angelhornstextandgrpahics.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brats are in a catagory all by themselves. I've been lucky to know quite a few, and have had the pleasure of taking most of them over my knee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last sub was a brat, and one of the truly great brats I've had the pleasure of knowing. She was a true spanko first of all, and developed into a real brat. I can't say I was responsible for that..lol I just introduced her to the brats and she took to it naturally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did I mean by "true spanko"? Well simply this, she definately got excited from being spanked, she enjoyed being spanked, she could orgasm just from being spanked. She would go into sub space and the look of bliss was all over her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've spanked many ladies, some were subs, some slaves, and a few looking for a daddy. I enjoy spanking them all, each one has a different appeal. I won't go into that right now, lol haven't got that much time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it was so great why did I break it off. Well I wanted more than she was able,or willing, to give. I won't elaborate on that, it was a great relationship, but we both knew it had to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not looking for 24/7. Maybe one day, but I would like to find a brat that needs and wants regular attention. A slave or sub, to meet up a couple of times a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-1429826986476496057?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1429826986476496057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=1429826986476496057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1429826986476496057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1429826986476496057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/brats-or-as-they-prefer-angels.html' title='Brats, or as they prefer Angels'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQgfN_iAQAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/V08WnZQlPiQ/s72-c/angelhornstextandgrpahics.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-7037105832330441664</id><published>2008-10-26T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:42:55.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQQ5GlQoLuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJhGt2uLNMQ/s1600-h/The+Heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261393049919434466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQQ5GlQoLuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJhGt2uLNMQ/s320/The+Heart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite lexan paddles. This one still has the protective paper on it, it is clear once you remove the paper. It is what brats call "stingy" implement. A nice crisp blow, will definately get her attention. After a paddling with this, she will remember it for awhile. As with any implement, how you use it makes all the difference. It will bruise if you aren't careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexan paddles have several advantages, they are lightweight yet deliver a whallop. Virtually unbreakable, yet thin enough they can be used as a bouncy toy. lol now what the hell did he mean by that.. If you take the paddle and place it a couple of inches from a brats ass, you can get it to do a whip effect by rapidly doing short strokes. Not so well with this paddle, but with the bigger ones. It gives the brats a more light, enjoyable sting, when used as such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a larger lexan that has holes drilled thru it. Just about every brat I've used this on, has enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-7037105832330441664?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/7037105832330441664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=7037105832330441664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/7037105832330441664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/7037105832330441664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/lexan.html' title='Lexan'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CHbMFpHXBH0/SQQ5GlQoLuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJhGt2uLNMQ/s72-c/The+Heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-4835416300342610973</id><published>2008-10-25T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:41:28.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Flags...Warning signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was following a newbie on Collarme, she was looking for 24/7 hardcore, young lady too. I wondered how at such a tender age she could be so sure. [18] This week it all changed and I am worried about her. She found a Mistress, online so far. Now that isn't bad, but her profile changed and that worries me. it went from seeking to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No contact, no chatting, Mistress does not permit it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anytime, especially when just starting a relationship, you are forbidden contact with anyone, it should scream in your head,"get out while you can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To me it signals one of two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1] Your Mistress lacks the confidence to allow you to chat with others, afraid you will find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2] Abuse, if you read up on abusers, one of the first things they do to thier victims is isolate them. Make them cut contacts with friends and relatives and forbidding them to chat or talk to anyone. It makes them easy targets for repeated abuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did message her to warn her, but I am afraid she may have turned control of her account to her Mistress so that warning will get deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I am a Top/Master/Dom, I hate abuse and won't stand for it. The hell with what it may do for the lifestyle, what it does to the abused is far worse. The mental is a large part,taking years to build trust again in anyone, trying to build your self-esteem that was destroyed. Not to mention the physical scars and possible death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know, I was raised as a second class citizen until I was old enough to get clear of it, took me another 15 years to get rid of the mental anguish and scars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So be careful and always remember, doing nothing, saying nothing is the same as condoning the abuser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-4835416300342610973?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/4835416300342610973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=4835416300342610973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/4835416300342610973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/4835416300342610973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-flags.html' title='Red Flags'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-1128018031100257922</id><published>2008-10-25T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:24:19.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost forever?</title><content type='html'>I miss the people I met here, miss thier comments, reading thier blogs. It seems everyone went thier own ways. I love reading MI post, she could write and place you in the middle, almost as if you were living with it.&lt;br /&gt;These were Kind people, life people, not the rude assholes that seem to dominate the internet now. Alot of the old haunts are now filled with vanillas looking for kinky sex and have no idea what this is all about. Truthfully, I was on a personal site the other day and the post was "looking for naughty online slave for self-spankings" Now I ask you, what the hell is that all about? Sounds like some jerk looking for wack-off material.&lt;br /&gt;I go to Collarme.com and the slaves/submissives have list of demands a mile long.  Ok, I understand the need for some, what with the trolls out there sending one liners and pictures of thier cocks, but all in all you shouldn't make others pay for past mistakes...just my view. That's why they have delete buttons and blocking tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-1128018031100257922?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1128018031100257922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=1128018031100257922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1128018031100257922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1128018031100257922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost-forever.html' title='Lost forever?'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-1546487288498358822</id><published>2008-10-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:36:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgotten</title><content type='html'>I'd almost forgotten what it was like to spank a beautiful ass, to make it even more beautiful by adding color to it. I was just fooling myself when I left, thinking I could stay away from it.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried a few Master/slave relationships, hard tho with me being married. Done alot of Daddy/Dom, that seems to be the best for all in my situation.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ge me wrong, eventually I'd like to be in a ltr Master/slave  setting. While I love and always will love spanking, I feel I am best suited to be a Master 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;Whichever I am I know I will always keep it interesting. Variety is the spice of life. Yet stability and routine is the mainstay. A slave/sub needs the strict outlines to follow in everyday life, but they also need the unexpected occasionally to keep them alive.&lt;br /&gt;Rules that don't bend, consequences for thier actions.&lt;br /&gt;I met a slave [and I use that term loosley] who talked a good game, but when it came right down to it, was a slut, not a slave.  She could be a slave when it came to getting what she wanted, but if it wasn't what she wanted she would change. I only met with her twice and that was enough. I suppose she was good enough in her own sence, but not right for me. Had it been a different scene, I would have made her my slave, but with the wanna-bes now a days, you just can't do that, unless you don't care about jail.&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if you need discipline in your life and are open to a relationship built on this, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:ruredeiam@yahoo.com"&gt;ruredeiam@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;, please be in the wisconsin area as I'm not into cyber. Even if you just need a spanking or discipline once, I will provide it.&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-1546487288498358822?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/1546487288498358822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=1546487288498358822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1546487288498358822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/1546487288498358822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/forgotten.html' title='forgotten'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-5404097846513785487</id><published>2008-10-25T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:19:11.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Standing before me, like a little girl who's been caught, eyes down, feet nervously shuffling, stuttering as the words fail you. "i'm sorry" you faintly whisper, knowing it won't stop whats' coming.&lt;br /&gt;Submissively you stand as I reach up and undo your belt and jeans, pulling them down to your ankles, feebly you grasp your panties as I jerk them down quickly. "no please, I"ll behave" you plead as I pull you firmly across my knees.&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you clench your legs, trying to protect your modestty, grinning to myself, knowing that will be forgotten in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Lightly I caress your ass, trying to relax you, coax you into a false sense of calm. Stopping, I scold you, talking to you as the little girl you've behaved like. Watching you relax your ass before I start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-5404097846513785487?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/5404097846513785487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=5404097846513785487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/5404097846513785487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/5404097846513785487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-9028645595720099510</id><published>2008-10-18T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:06:21.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been away to long</title><content type='html'>How time flies when you're having fun. I've been checking out some of my friends, and they are gone... damn, disappear for a couple of years and everything changes.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to join any paysites like before, they just bleed you dry with promises and produce nothing. [unless you're just looking for porn] I've met more people, in the life, outside of these sites than I've ever met in them.  Most of them don't bother to check thier list. Now I ask you, if there has been no activity on an account in 18 months, what's the sense of keeping it active?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking, seeking, getting shut down alot, lol, alot of narrow minded folks in this life, just like vanillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-9028645595720099510?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/9028645595720099510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=9028645595720099510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/9028645595720099510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/9028645595720099510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-away-to-long.html' title='Been away to long'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-730075127574379818</id><published>2008-10-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:11:01.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm back, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've fought it as long as I can, but the need keeps calling me back. I knew I would return, but I had to try, for sanitys' sake. I've always felt I was cheating, not on my wife, but cheating my sub or slave of the proper attention they need. Felt cheated that I was unable to live the life 24/7, but let's face it people, 50% of something is better than 100% of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back, I think about the days I will live 24/7 and feel guilty. For that to happen my wife would have to die, and I don't want that at all. For those who know me, you know divorce is not an option, never has been and never will be. I love my wife and enjoy the life we have. The part of me that is missing something, will just have to settle for what it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I will be updating regular. Hopefully soon I will have good news of a sub or slave. If not, I'm still a hell of a spanko and will be attending parties once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people, see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-730075127574379818?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/730075127574379818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=730075127574379818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/730075127574379818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/730075127574379818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-im-back.html' title='Well I&apos;m back'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-113563440852112741</id><published>2005-12-26T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:00:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-net spankos</title><content type='html'>Let me say one thing, the internet, for spankos or other alternative lifestyles, is the greatest thing since sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life before the net, for me as a spanko, was a nightmare. Alot of Time wasted in porn shops looking for magazines that dealt with the lifestyle. They were rare, very rare, the ones you did find were usually poorly written and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out they were made by vanillas. Personals were even rarer unless you happened to live in a big city.&lt;br /&gt;There was alot of fem-dom material out there, but the male top wasn't catered to much. MR magazine carried alot of letters to the editor on the subject, but thier pictorals were all mainstream. I could always find alot of personals for either coast, but chicago was pretty much vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Spanking and sadism was pretty much taboo. Strictly forbidden, a subject even the most open minded looked at you like you were some kind of sicko if you even mentioned it. If I did happen to meet someone who looked or even showed the slightest inkling towards spanking, I learned to keep my mouth shut for fear of being branded a sicko. (in those days, it was placed in the same catagory as child molesters,much like homosexuals were)&lt;br /&gt;Since the net has come about, people have read more and more and become more accepting of it. The old fear that because you were a spanko (sicko) you might molest children or do anything, disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Sites began to appear on the net, run by spankos, about spanking. Thru the net personals you could actually meet like minded people. Finally you came to realize you weren't some sick perverted molestor, as the past had brought you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;At recent parties I've attended, there have been more and more younger people coming. Another testimony to the net. I think it's great that they can be open with it, not sneak around feeling dirty and perverted. Feeling frustrated and having to settle for things they don't want or don't fulfill thier needs.&lt;br /&gt;So next time ya think of the good old days, think deeper lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the next time&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-113563440852112741?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/113563440852112741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=113563440852112741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113563440852112741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113563440852112741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/12/pre-net-spankos.html' title='Pre-net spankos'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-113563431563184662</id><published>2005-12-26T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:58:35.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a real problem with Egos'</title><content type='html'>I have a real problem with Egos'. They tend to get under my skin, my craw, aggrievate the hell out of me. Don't mistake me here, confidence is an ok thing, even a good thing, but these mindless fools who rattle on just to impress people really piss me off. Stating the obvious, in a sophisticated way reminds me of a saying that was my grandpas favorite.."poultry poop is just a fancy way of saying chickenshit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is not having an ego, you don't need to impress people with what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to upset people at the site my other blog is, I write that here. A few have written the meaning of a true Dom/top type articles. Of course there were plenty of Oooohs and aaaahs, comments to feed the Ego even more. "profound!!! a must read!! etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask myself why does this bother me so, am I jealous? Do I wish I had written them? But I always remember, I never have handled egos well, as a matter of fact I have gone out of my way to cut them down to size. I never needed to spout off to show off, I have always been confident, not arrogent, just confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what really pisses me off about this, is, they are planting unrealistic ideas into Subs/bottoms heads, about what a Dom/top should be. Each and every Dom/sub relationship is different. They have to be cultured, nutured, given time they will evolve into the relationship both are seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I agree with the points made, they are second nature and shouldn't have to be made. Like the little girl telling the emperor he is naked...no great genius, just common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would enjoy comments&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-113563431563184662?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/113563431563184662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=113563431563184662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113563431563184662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113563431563184662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-real-problem-with-egos.html' title='I have a real problem with Egos&apos;'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-113556619855175379</id><published>2005-12-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T19:03:18.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted anything here, just an update. I've been keeping a blog at another site and haven't really done anything here. That is going to change, while I will still post at the other site, I will duplicate it here.&lt;br /&gt;LOL not that anyone has even been to this site (except the spammers) but hopefully that will change in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;I've read some interesting blogs and want to recomend MI3 at http://www.myinnocence.com/. One day I hope to meet this beautiful lady. I have never chatted with her, the only thing I have done is comment to her blog. I don't even know much about her except that Her writing is superb, her descriptions and writing style place me in the center of her story or poetry. Not since I was in third grade, and my teacher used to read to us at lunch, have any written words reached thru and placed me so. Mrs.lindburg (my teacher) would have us close our eyes and concentrate, use our imagination to become one with the characters. MI3, does the same for me, only I needn't close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you MI3&lt;br /&gt;As for any readers, I will be posting more and more, hopefully a few will read and become regulars.&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-113556619855175379?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/113556619855175379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=113556619855175379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113556619855175379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/113556619855175379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-again.html' title='Hi again'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-112562588731296442</id><published>2005-09-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:51:25.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>I know it's been awhile, and I'm sorry about that. Guess if I'm going to expect people to read and comment I should write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a spanko/sadist, or whatever label you wish to use, for as long as I can remember. Let me explain, from the as far back as I can remember, my fantasies have always revolved around spanking or sadistic pleasures. I believed that I could evolve a vanilla relationship into the spanko/sadistic relationship I wanted/needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I married a wonderful woman and we've been together 26 yrs (23 married, 3 living together) I spent the first ten years trying to convert her before i realized, it wasn't going to happen. If I was going to enjoy this type of relationship, it would have to be outside of my marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go into that a little here and now. I came from a broken home and grew-up with a stepmother, brothers etc. Details don't matter there but the result was a resolve inside of me of 2 things. I would never allow myself to be controlled by others, especially in a relationship. It was renewed and stregnthed in me when I joined the service. After 2 years of someone telling me what to do and when to do it, LOL well that was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one was, choose wisely, and choose for life. I love my wife, she doesn't fulfill this part of my life and never will.  All I can say is this, my marriage doesn't survive IN SPITE of what I do, it survives because of it. That sounds like I am trying to justify in my mind, what I am doing. I'm not and It doesn't, I've chosen the lesser of 2 evils, the easier of 2 paths if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been struggling, this part of me is screaming to come out more. My thoughts have been consumned more and more each day of living the life. I find myself daydreaming about a LTR relationship built on spanking/bdsm. Yet each time I am yanked back to reality knowing that, at this time, it's an impossibiity. I fall asleep each nite dreaming of a sub/brat (not the same thing, but a mixture of both) and awaken to reality every morning. When I am not having that time (bdsm/sub/brat) I am thinking of it. When i do have that time, I am in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do something about it" you say. Sounds easy, and i wish it was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sadist, I enjoy giving pain and watching the reaction, then making it all better. I revel in humiliation and shine at doing it. But hurt? I can't knowingly hurt someone, emotionly. Don't get me wrong, it's happened, I've done it and it tears me up inside. I would rather suffer the pain inside of me than hurt someone else. I was never hit as a child, but the emotional scars from years of emotional abuse, took years for me to overcome. I can inflict pain and watch the tears flow, with amused interest, but to see that emotional hurt look in someones eyes, its' more than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;This has caused me alot of pain and self-inflicted hurt (emotional because I would rather be hurt than lash back and hurt) Times I should have spoken up, I kept my mouth shut. Some have said I am a non-confrontationalist (is that even a word?) but if that confrontation is going to hurt someone, I would rather let it pass or absorb that hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;At work I am the exact opposite, I take care of business. Then again, it's not personal, it's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's enough for today, hopefully tomorrow I will be back and see a comment posted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-112562588731296442?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/112562588731296442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=112562588731296442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/112562588731296442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/112562588731296442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/09/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-111974047285610618</id><published>2005-06-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:29:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting your Toybag on a budget</title><content type='html'>Boy the writing bug has hit me today, lol well I finally got some of my thoughts together and have a few extra minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargains abound to the inventive and creative Top. Around the brat compound, it is not known as Home Depot, rather the Dom Depot..lol Here are a few, inexpensive items that can and should be added to your toy bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig slapper.. these can be found at Farm and fleet, or if you don't have them near you, try a farm supply place. A nifty little piece of leather, well actually 2 pieces of leather sewn together. Most brats love them, they give a nice slap. They sound like you're giving more than you are. My last one cost under 3 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooden paddle..any store that carries toys will most likely have large wooden paddles used for ball games. Made of laminated wood, they are about 3/8 of an inch thick and just right for spanking. Unlike paddles found on most spanking sites, you can give a wallop with them. They don't carry the weight that a solid wood paddle does so they don't leave marks as easily. I've found sets of them (balls included) for under 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solid plastic rods on most mini-blinds are excellent for a rather stingy effect on a brats ass. I usually have a couple in my bag at all times. Not quite as bad as a nice cane, but they definately get a brats attention. Just remember, the thinner and heavier an implement, the easier it is to leave marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom Depot carries large paint stir sticks in thier paint department. If you ask them nicely they will usually give you a couple free of charge. A they give a great sting to the brats ass, just be careful as they will mark a brats ass easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPATULAS!!!! another great stingy implement. I have several small ones now but am looking for a larger commercial one. I had one but it mysteriously disappeared.. I'm talking about the plastic ones used to clean out jars etc. The metal and wooden ones used to flip burgers work great also, but again you have to watch closely for marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my braided leather riding crop at farm and fleet for 3 bucks. they also carry cheap crops and braided whips, usually under 5 bucks. A farm supply should carry them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather belts can be had at any clothing store, but a saddle supply will carry thicker leather belts used for horse harnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you checkout &lt;a href="http://shutupnspank.com/guests/shop.shtml"&gt;Goldis&lt;/a&gt; she has several starter kits reasonably priced. While you're there, check her site out. I would highly recomend to anyone joining this site. Just navigating the free areas you can tell this is a labor of love by Goldi. You definately get your moneys worth from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most dollar stores I have been in have various wooden hairbrushes that make excellent "attention getters" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap womans sandals make excellent implements. They really get a brats attention. lol I like these so much, ask any brat and they will adamantly tell you, SANDALS ARE FOR FEETS ONLY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hit the garage sales, you'd be amazed at what you can find, CHEAP!!!! a sadistic, ingenious mind will need but look and have a head full of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spankings&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-111974047285610618?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/111974047285610618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=111974047285610618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111974047285610618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111974047285610618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/06/starting-your-toybag-on-budget.html' title='Starting your Toybag on a budget'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-111973835225562367</id><published>2005-06-25T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:15:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage sales goodies</title><content type='html'>I am an avid garage saler, during the summer months my weekend mornings are spent hitting the garage sales.(by noon most of the bargains have been snatched up)&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been a good one for me, I've gotten some great deals and found some gems to add to my implement bag.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I found a "Board Of Education" for 50 cents.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;image src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'&gt;&lt;BR&gt; I have been looking for one for a couple of years now, couldn't believe it when I found it. Remember them from school days? Our grade school principal always had one with him it and was never afraid to have errant students bend over in the hallways,classrooms or wherever he found them.&lt;br /&gt;I also found 4 wooden paddles, great shape. They were used for some kind of ball game. The larger 2 are the perfect size for spreading the blow out over the entire ass. A little sanding down and they will be ready for use. The next 2 are about 2 inches smaller in diameter and covered with velcro on one side. I will sand down the wooden side and cover the velcro with fur and they will be ready for use.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a rope thingy that ,near as I can figure, is for attaching to a doorknob and exercising with. It is set up perfect for attaching my padded cuffs to and attaching to the ceiling. (for them playful or harsher times) Got that for a buck, figuring the snaps and attachements would run around 12 bucks I came out good on it.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a weight bench and weights for 10 bucks. The weights will make excellent anchors for the boat. I will modify the bench to use in my fun and games. I find weight benches the best and easiest way to secure a brat for fun and games. A simple belt or 2 (I get the large belts) will secure the brat to the bench by looping it over them and around the bench. It places thier rear the perfect heighth for spanking or playing, and with a small modification, they can be set the right heighth for entering them. I like the weight benches because they are wide enough to offer the brat a place to rest upon, yet thin enough that,positioned right, thier breast hang off each side.&lt;br /&gt;At the same garage sale I picked up a sony HandyCam for 5 bucks. It came from Australia and the plug was setup wrong for our current. However reading the adapter, I found out it was able to handle our current just fine. Cutting the end off and splicing a plug onto it was easy. So for 6 bucks I got myself another toy and hopefully will be able to get some nice flicks.&lt;br /&gt;Now to get a brat to try out all the new toys.&lt;br /&gt;Happy spankings&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-111973835225562367?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/111973835225562367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=111973835225562367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111973835225562367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111973835225562367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/06/garage-sales-goodies.html' title='Garage sales goodies'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-111973623065249081</id><published>2005-06-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T14:50:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Implements..</title><content type='html'>I guess I would have a hard time answering the question "Which implement do you prefer?". I have many preferences, depending upon my mood and what effect I'm trying to get.&lt;br /&gt;I'll usually start with my hand, get the skin nice and warmed up. A good warm-up will make for longer spankings. If it's a disciplinary spanking the second stage will be with my hand also, this time harder with more effect to the spanks. Usually it gets the brat thinking pretty good about what is coming. when I feel I've done enough with my hand, I'll usually take a break and let the brat think about what is to come, not a long one, just long enough to give them a brief respite. Then I will position the brat, usually bent over at the waist, hands on a chair or bed. This keeps the skin semi-taunt and yet relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Next I will begin with the implements, I have a variety of wood paddles that I will use, starting with my largest one, this spreads the spanks out evenly over the entire rear, making for a longer lasting yet deeper spanking. After this I will use my hand for a bit, then go to the next size down wooden paddle. I have several sized wooden paddles and I repeat this procedure with each. For the finale I will switch to a stingy implement, lexan,strap,belt or sweatscraper. These are quite effective in getting the brat dancing and tears flowing. Once I feel the brat is at that point of release, I will finish off with my hand, brat over my knee. Depending upon the brat this usually last until they are sobbing uncontrollably or the fight has left them. After the release, I will hold them and let them know the offense is F&amp;F (forgotten and forgiven) I will hold them for however long it takes for them to gather themselves, reassuring them, letting them know they are loved.&lt;br /&gt;An erotic spanking is different in the fact that I have FUN and try and make sure the brat does also. I mix it up alot and make games out of the spanking, like "guess the implement" in which I will drag an implement across her bare behind and she gets to guess it, if shes wrong she gets 10 swats with it, if shes right I don't use that implement. An erotic spanking I still use alot of implements, but not the force or steady repetition that a discipline spanking has. I will vary the positions more and try and make her as comfortable as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, most brats will feel either spanking for the next 3-4 days. Not a sharp stinging pain, but rather a dull ache. For the next few days they will have a reminder of the spanking everytime they sit down.&lt;br /&gt;A discipline or erotic spanking need not be a brutal thing, never spank out of anger or spite. Watch your brats actions and behind, they will tell you everything you know to be a responsible spanker. Bruises happen, but if you are careful, give proper warm-ups, and watch for hotspots,take breaks when you see they are needed, have ice or lotion ready, and you can advoid most all of them. I see pictures on the net of badly bruised asses and it sickens me, I guess that is the difference between a loving spanking by someone who cares, and a beating by some asshole with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, you can help advoid bruises by letting the spanker know if you are on aspirin, blood thinners, or blood pressure meds. If possible stop taking them a week or so before you know you are going to be spanked. (I am not a DR so check into that with someone qualified) If you spouse or SI is doing the spanking, no worries, but if you have a spouse or SI that isn't into spanking and you must go outside of the relationship, take precautions.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spankings&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-111973623065249081?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/111973623065249081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=111973623065249081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111973623065249081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111973623065249081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/06/implements.html' title='Implements..'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13501925.post-111940446934202463</id><published>2005-06-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:41:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction..again</title><content type='html'>Having wiped out my complete blog, didn't like the wat I was coming off, I have decided to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am know as SOS,Sultan of sting, in the spanking world. A name I chose myself, but have been told many times it is fitting, As the name implies, I am a Top/spanker, I don't switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about spanking, from the pre-spanking lecture to the cornertime afterwards. Nothing is quite so lovely as a womans freshly spanked rear, as if it wasn't lovely enough, just add some color to it.&lt;br /&gt;To put it poetically, a womans rear is a canvas and I am the artist. My hands are the brush and the blush I add is the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am not involved in a lt spanking relationship, but I still spank when the oppertunity arises. It is hard at times for me but I have plenty of fresh memories and know there will be plenty memories to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be called a Top over any others, Dom,spanker,etc. Guess it's just a fancy way of saying, I'm a top who cares about the one he is spanking. I keep a check on my needs and desires while making sure the spankees needs and desires are met. of course that's not to say I don't enjoy what I do, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways in the months and years to follow, i hope to become aquainted with all of you, maybe meet you at a party (I attend a few thru the year) I'll be using this blog to share experiences, air out thoughts and sometimes just throw a rant..(I've been know to be quite opinionated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya soon&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13501925-111940446934202463?l=topsyturvey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/feeds/111940446934202463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13501925&amp;postID=111940446934202463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111940446934202463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13501925/posts/default/111940446934202463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsyturvey.blogspot.com/2005/06/introductionagain.html' title='Introduction..again'/><author><name>SOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559625357936637785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/39/6617/320/100_0069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
