User: sxybxn

now that mister poll is blocking user accounts from polls they have already voted in (thank you!) you can with questions like the second (or last) in "Best Canadian Cities" direct poll takers to select say 4 choices making the number of votes cast directly proportional to the number of poll takers providing a ranking of the cities most frequently included among the poll takers 4 favorites. It would be great if it one could restrict the number of votes per multiple vote question or better yet, numerically rank their 4 choices and simultaneously only accept responses with four selections.

CANADA ROCKS!!!

I am now in my late 20s and, no, my mum no longer spanks me but she did strip and severely flog me with a stout leather strap when I was 24 or 5 for smart mouthing her badly regarding a sensitive topic. She stripped me to my G string (another story to be told elsewhere later), pushed me over the back of a love seat and thrashed me absolutely senseless in front of younger sis and gf. I was thoroughly broken after some 75 strokes and got 40 or 50 more beyond that. mummy is a toughie!) Gf heartily approved of my mother punishing me and how she did it. Gf had more discipline for me (boxed my ears repeatedly and kneed my crotch) when we returned to our place. The ride home across town was difficult even sitting on pillows, g string now removed, in the back seat as my gf drove the car. I was simply to sore-still dancin sore in fact-to even think of negotiate the car myself. before this my mom hadn't really spanked me good since i was 22 or so.

I was walking down a little street near my downtown place of work about 10:30 pm and four men in face stockings surrounded me seemingly out of nowhere and roughly propelled me with repeated shoves into a dark alley where I noticed the lights up on the wall had been broken or shot out. Toward the back of the ally and almost immediately after a fresh hard shove forward seemingly face forward into the wall at the end of the alley three of then abruptly and very forcibly slammed my back against a side wall so hard i lost consciousness only to be revived a short time later with a kick to the side of my face as I was face down to the ground in my own puke which I heaved between gradually increasing gasps for air as I apparently also and completely had my wind knocked out of me. The four muggers snickered snarkely among themselves as I slowly got my wits about me and gradually gained in that bizarre agonizing struggle between throwing up everything in my stomach and sucking precious air into my lungs. When I was just short of uninterrupted breathing the thugs stood me up and ordered me to hand over everything i had. I made an involuntary broken gasping sound which they took to be resistance and I was again punched-HARD-straight and deep in the sternum with a high pitched squeak and in the left eye which stood me up again only to be then kneed or kicked hard in the groin-HURT. I finally found the good sense sense to flush my wallet out of my jeans pocket-easy as it had largely torn open anyhow-. Not yet satisfied they said i was going to learn a tough lesson-apparently i didn't have enough money, checks or credit cards on me or perhaps my noisy struggle for breath was an inadequate show of respect-i was now slapped across the face and for good measure- I swear this is true-pants down spanked on my $%!@. They ended up knocking me the f out and took all my cloths except my low rise "tighty blueys" which they were kind enough to pull down and leave at my ankles and tied my hands and feet together behind my back and left me on my face and stomach on the sidewalk in front of the alley. where presumable passers bye found me and called the police. Though no one was ever charged for the crime the police think they might already have three suspects serving time on unrelated charges though evidence is sketchy at best (plenty of bodily fluids of all types but its all mine) and the absence of any finger prints or hair evidence suggests no part of their bodies was exposed to direct contact. Of course no one is fessing up.

heres a slightly older perspective, I hope I'm not intruding here. My girlfriend (26 years old ) is about 5'10" and 175 lbs and well toned as she rows, plays volley ball and has been (still is) a very tough female boxer. me just under 6 feet, currently 225 lbs and i workout with push ups(three sets of 30), and pull ups (thee sets of five) and a half hour of day alternating running (at a pretty fast below sprint pace) while gf rides her bike and monitors-strictly-my speed as i tend to slow down after the first ten minutes or so. two or three years on a rock climbing expedition with interested climbers-to-be from the area we decided to go in separate groups as we thought it might be good to have independent experiences as we do a lot of together recreation. When our groups met after climbing we hugged and she for the first time lifted me (then about 240-245 lbs but fairly muscled) right off the ground and swung me around in a circle four or five times, swung me from side-to-side like some kind of cheer leading routine, hoisted me over her head then set me down and pinning my shoulder blades to the ground to the laughter and applause of everyone from both groups. After being pinned for 20 or 30 seconds i was able to roll over to one side and get up while lifting her high over my head and dancing around in the grass for a minute or so while lifting her higher and lower and swinging her side-to-side upside down. flipped her over my shoulders and carried her-right side up-on my back to my/our car maybe a hundred yards away where we made out as though we had been separated for six months. Oh! we have frequently boxed (16 ounce gloves and headgear and submission wrestled each other over the course or our four and a half year relationship. In fact before we were an item, about 10 years ago at the respective ages of 16 and 19 (we went to neighboring high schools but i had already graduated) she taught me-painfully-how to box and gave me more than a few bruised ribs (again head gear) in a drawn out process beginning with my $%!@y $%!@ pinching assertions that a female, especially a 16 year old high school sophmore female could never beat up a 19 year old college freshman as i considered myself a pretty good street fighter when i needed to be. She immediately challenged me to box much to my surprise and in twelve punches knocked me full-length on my back where I stayed for several minutes until my head cleared and my wind finally returned. I also had a bloody nose and a nice black eye as a souvinier for over a month after plus a rep for getting the crap punched out of me by little girls ( which followed me to my university dorm) and a dare to let her train me into a well disciplined boxer which i reluctantly accepted but quickly came to hotly anticipate with great relish.

Once when I went to a crowded the public swimming pool near where I live, a group of guys who were at the pool surrounded me as i was getting out of the water after a dive and one of them slapped my butt cheek with a sharp loud crack and said "nice tan butt!" then cracked me again on the same cheek hard enough to make me cry out in pain and said "suck my $%!@ queermo" (much laughing from his buddies) whereupon I swung an upper cut deep into his solar plexus and knocked every wisp of his wind out of him for a good two and a half or three minutes (sheepish silence from the suddenly subdued buddies now melting into the crowd of bodies). He look very much like he wanted to cry but couldn't. apparently I neglected to tell him I like to box and do so at every opportunity (gf taught). Though I have to admit the thongs were a bit much, that was a dare I finally made good on as a result of a lost bet. I still got laughed at around the neighborhood for wearing thongs. My nickname back home is still '"cheeky" some seven years after the fact.