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These tennis players brought out your competitive spirit, and you cam up with some real gems:


Six of the best: He says, "Honey when you bent over, you were showing your bare ass to the Queen, with disgust on her face. But I noticed Prince Phillip liked it."

MyMask: After I whoop your ass at tennis honey, I am just going to plain whoop your ass in the new Olympic sport of spanking.

Ronnie: "Good match Gloria, but now to complete the bet. Wasn't it six strokes of the cane for each set you lost?"

Prefectdt: Can we try table tennis next time darling? The bats make a much nicer sound on my ass and there is something comfortable to bend over.

Sunnygirl: "Sweetie Pie - can't wait til we get home so I can continue to work on my swing."

His Young Lady: They were in public, so he smiled and looked friendly as he said, "Your panties have been hanging out all day. That is 2 spankings - 1 for flashing everyone and 1 because I didn't give you permission to wear underwear today."

SNP: Greg and Stephanie were aggressive and playful both on and off the court. Greg is telling Stephanie his plans to tie her up and spank her when they get home. Stephanie declares her life with Greg a winner. Today would be game, set, match in more ways than one.

Vfrat25000: Him: Oh my dear. You are so beautiful (and so rich).
Her: He’s dumber than a box of rocks but at least he’s entertainment on a boring Saturday afternoon.

Him: My dear, let’s retire to the cabana and discuss your outlandish court antics and tantrums…I’m sorry, I mean your game!
Her: I am sure it’s been a long time since he has instructed anybody with my tennis skills.

Him: Oh this is going to be one wild afternoon. She is gorgeous, I’m handsome and we are both rich. Everything’s perfect.
Her: I wonder when I should tell him I was once known as Chuck Weinstein.

The Headline for the Mulberry Hills Gossip Gazette: Mulberry Hills Country Club Oiled Up Tennis Pro, Local Eye Candy and Boy Toy, Roger Pennington and Mulberry Hills Astronomically Wealthy and Uber-Spoiled Debutante, Priscilla Fendington left the courts Saturday morning after Priscilla finished bragging to everyone how much money her Dad was making after investing in a company called ENRON!

Him: Want to take the jet to Aspen this afternoon and then in a couple of days go over the pond to Monte Carlo for a little casino fun?
Her: No, I have a kitchen full of dirty dishes and I need to try to get to that huge pile of laundry.
Him: Oh. OK, In that case I am going to mow the lawn and start painting the house.

Her: I so hope I can tease him into spanking me in this tennis outfit when we get back to the cabana! I feel so naughty. I need spanked!
Him: I swear if one more of these Tennis Darlings asks me to spank her after her lessons I am going to take that job managing a Denny’s.

SPECIAL NOTE: Your weekly photo with her panties/very cute bottom peaking out underneath that short tennis skirt is so HOT! Excellent photo choice!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you!

Red: Well hubby, that was a good spanking you gave me at tennis, so when we get home it is time for me to return the favor by giving you a good spanking.

I'm so glad you finally decided to join us here.

Ricky: Gosh, honey, you're bum is red hot!
Gee, I wonder why? And that's the last time I let you spank me before a game!

Mitch: Quite the bet we have going, honey. I lost my shirt. You lost your panties. This last set will tell the tale (um, tail?) as we each have only one item left. Spanks to the loser?

Bonnie: "Let's go home and make a little racket."

A. Lurker: He may have lost his shirt and she caused a bit of a racket but he would settle the score when they got home. I'd say that's love-love!

Michael: She said: "Now honey, please explain again this new game - Crossword Tennis."
He said: "It's quite simple, sweet cheeks., I swat your bare butt with the tennis racket raising a crosshatch pattern then with a black felt tip marker color in some boxes making a crossword grid."

Dr. Ken: He: "And when we get home, I plan to turn you over my knee and work on my forehand."
She: "Beats bending over the net!"

Loki Darksong: "Nice panties, Dear. I can't wait to practice my forehand on them."
"And I can't wait to try my swing on what's under those shorts, Hon!"

Hermione: Helen won the match, but was disqualified for wearing non-regulation panties.

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In recognition of the XXX Olympics, we have a sports picture today. This couple obviously enjoys tennis, but what else might they be interested in? I'll leave that up to you.

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From the Top Shelf - Mr. Phillips

Mr. Phillips is a humorous novel by John Lanchester, about a man who loses his job. Not that being fired is funny, but you see, Mr. Phillips doesn't know how to tell his family that he is now unemployed, so on Monday morning he gets up, dresses for the office, and with briefcase in hand sets off as usual. I was laughing out loud by the time I got to the third page, and pleasantly surprised to find a spanking reference not too far into the book, when Mr. Phillips gets on his usual train to the city.

Mr. Phillips has not taken his book out of his case; he prefers to watch and wait. Next to him on one side, a very tall man in jeans and a T-shirt is reading the Daily Sport, stopping at every other page to inspect with real care the pictures of naked women, all of whom to Mr. Phillips's eyes have breasts that are implausibly large and unerotically rigid, as if they had been inflated especially for the occasion. Not for the first time Mr. Phillips wonders who these girls are... All of them...have bodies like the girl in the photograph that the man has now stopped looking at as he turns the page to begin reading a piece called "Hanky-Panky No Thanky! Neighbours' Spanking Game Keeps Street Up All Night."

Mr. Phillips doesn't get off at his usual stop, but stays on until the train reaches a park on the other side of London. As he watches several people playing tennis, he meets a man who has been watching him. This gentleman is an independent publisher of naughty magazines, and cheerfully explains why he was observing Mr. Phillips:

"I come here, look around, look at girls, look at men looking at girls, try to cook up some ideas based on what I see. Tennis, now there's a thought. A whole magazine based on girls playing tennis—girls leaning over showing their bums, glimpses of tit when they throw the ball, that sort of thing... Let's face it, why do you think people watch tennis on the telly in the first place? To get new ideas about the placement and timing of their forehands? Bollocks. It's for the totty. It's basically about women's knickers. They should have a camera trained on them as they serve, a super-slow-motion Knicker-Cam. Or Totty-Cam? You have to give people what they want.

 

Think of that famous photo with the girl's skirt hitched up and her rubbing her bum. Just a glimpse of cheek, that's all you really get—but what a classic. Not that it makes much sense. Is she supposed to have been hit on the arse by the ball, or what? And why isn't she wearing any knickers? Go brilliantly in a story shoot, that would."

To pass the time Mr. Phillips wanders along a street devoted to adult X-rated entertainment. He reminisces about clearing out his deceased father's desk and finding a hoard of erotic pictures and magazines. He imagines what his own sons would say about him if they were to find a hidden stash of pictures that he had saved (not that he had one).

"Dad wasn't much if a tit man, was he?"
"No, it was bums or nothing for the old man."

A man after my own heart.

Love!

An article in the paper about the loudness of the noises some tennis players make began this way:

The pop of a ball hitting a raquet punctuated by a loud 'gnnuh!' has become a familiar sound at professional tennis matches.

What if that sentence were altered to read:

The pop of a paddle hitting a bottom punctuated by a loud 'gnnuh!' has become a familiar sound at professional spanking matches.

Sigh. If only...  but I digress. the article goes on to say:

Female tennis players are spoiling the game with their loud grunts.

Would the writer say that about female spankees? I think not. Vocalization is merely a way we show our appreciation for a bottom-warming.

Some statistics on the cries of various female tennis players:
Victoria Azarenka - 95 decibels
Monica Seles - 93.2
Maria Sharapova - 105

For the sake of comparison, a lion's roar is 110 decibels.

When you find yourself OTK, how does your volume compare to the ones above? Louder, softer, or about the same?