#pantywaist

[oyqxy8zttcse4]

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[aaronsrpgs]

[etakeh]

Seriously loving that all of this is still up on the DHS website, for all to see.

Some highlights:

At 11:21 p.m. local time federal officers came under heavy laser attack from rioters.

At 11:53 p.m. local time at least one power tool reportedly was being used to cut through the fence.  

At 12:32 a.m. local time violent actors attached ropes to the fence in yet another effort to tear it down.  After that rope snapped, they brought out a bigger rope to continue the destructive effort.

At 12:54 a.m. local time a rioter was able to peel back part of a fence panel that had been cut through.

At 1:09 a.m. local time rioters managed to tear down down a section of the fence.

At 1:11 a.m. local time PPB declared this situation to be a riot.

[strictpunishedhubby]

Wenn ich geläutert in der Ecke stehe, fühle ich mich zurückversetzt, als ich noch ein 5-jähriger Knirps war, denn meine Frau bestraft mich noch immer so wie ich damals von meiner Mamma bestraft wurde. Zuerst bekomme ich meinen nackten Po versohlt. Anschließend stehe ich mindestens für eine halbe Stunde in der Ecke mit heruntergezogenem Höschen und Windelhöschen. Während meiner Kindheit musste ich sogar noch mit 14 Jahren Tag und Nacht Windelhöschen tragen, als ich älter wurde nur zur Bestrafung, dann mehrere Tage hintereinander. Danach musste ich sofort als weitere Strafe ins Bett. Heute bekomme ich meist noch mindestens eine weitere Tracht Prügel bevor ich ins Bett geschickt werde, auch wenn es erst am späten Nachmittag ist. Meine Frau hat diese Ratschläge von meiner Mama übernommen. Sie findet diese Bestrafung als geeignet, sobald ich meine Gehorsamkeit ihr gegenüber nicht aufrechterhalte. Sie behauptet, es wäre die geeignete Vorgehensweise mich so zu erziehen, schon alleine deswegen, weil ich es von zu Hause gewohnt bin. Sie habe und werde auch zukünftig diesbezüglich nur dahingehend etwas ändern, indem sie meine Strafen für einen Erwachsen verschärft, gegenüber der Zeit, als ich noch von meiner Mama erzogen wurde, das heißt für mich weiterhin angepasst werden. Nur so bin ich folgsam, artig und lieb, meint meine Frau. Ich bin zu feige mich zu widersetzen, denn wenn ich mich gegen eine Strafe auflehne, wird diese nur verschärft! Ich weiß, ich bin eine Memme, unterwerfe mich meiner Frau, weil ich sie liebe und respektiere schon aus Gewohnheit, wie sie mich behandelt.

When I stand in the corner, purified, I feel like I've been transported back to when I was a 5-year-old nipper, because my wife still punishes me the way I was punished by my mom back then. First I get my bare bottom spanked. Afterwards I stand in the corner with my panties and diaper pants pulled down for at least half an hour. During my childhood, even at the age of 14, I had to wear diaper pants day and night. As I got older, it was only as a punishment, then for several days in a row. Afterwards I had to go to bed immediately as further punishment. These days I usually get at least one more spanking before I'm sent to bed, even if it's only late in the afternoon. My wife picked up this advice from my mom. She finds this punishment appropriate as soon as I fail to maintain my obedience to her. She claims that it would be the appropriate approach to educate me in this way, simply because I'm used to it at home. The only thing she has done and will continue to do in the future is to make my punishments more stringent for an adult compared to when I was still raised by my mom, which means they will continue to be adjusted for me. This is the only way I can be obedient, good and sweet, says my wife. I'm too cowardly to resist, because if I rebel against a punishment, it will only be made worse! I know I'm a pantywaist, I submit to my wife because I love her and I respect the way she treats me out of habit.

[adickaboutspoons]

Happy Olu-Wednesday my v. dears! Who's ready to celebrate our favorite bartender with a little OFMD-themed adult beverages (options for mocktails provided. I know some of you have a whole day ahead of you still)? Episode 1: Impossible Birds Lime Ricky 1 ½ ounces (3 tablespoons) fresh lime juice

For a cocktail: 3 ounces gin or bourbon For a mocktail: ¼ teaspoon caper juice or pickle juice, ½ ounce simple syrup, or omit entirely

4 ounces (½ cup) soda water Ice, for serving Garnish: lime wedges

Combine lime juice, cocktail or mocktail ingredients, and bitters in an ice-filled highball glass and stir. Top with soda water and garnish with lime wedges.

Ricky was really overselling it in my opinion, but I'm an inveterate girly drink drinker, and the alcoholic version isn't even sweetened at all. It's refreshing, sure, but not something I would go out of my way for. So if you're a pantywaist like me, do yourself a favor and get some sweetened lime juice or throw some simple syrup at this bitch. I like the gin version better than the bourbon version, but it's a close call; I just think the lime goes better with the mother's ruin, but maybe drinking Christmas trees isn't your thing (I am referring to gin, in case anyone is wondering what the hell I'm talking about). I will say the bourbon version is more complex (but that I would also go easy on the simple syrup if you're adding it to that one) Episode 2: Red Flags Dark and Stormy 2 ounces rum (Iced tea for a mocktail) 1/2 ounce lime juice, freshly squeezed Ginger beer, to top (about 5 ounces) (can't find ginger beer? ginger ale is fine, darling)

Ice, for serving Garnish: lime wheel Stir rum and lime juice in a tall glass filled with ice. Top with the ginger beer. Garnish with a lime wheel. Easy peasy lime-y squeezy.

The recipe doesn't call for spiced rum, but the Kraken is my favorite, quite aside from thematic relevance, so that's what I used, and my v. dears, it is BEAUTIFUL.

Episode 3: The Innkeeper

I was tempted to go with the Corpse Reviver, but I have to admit I don't actually care for absinthe that much. So instead, champers is the drink of the hour, but why just have champagne when you can have a champagne cocktail? So I will share with all you, my v. dears, my v. favorite champagne cocktail; a little beauty we made up for our Addams Family themed Halloween party:

The Morticia 1/2 oz Créme de pêche 1/2 oz Passionfruit juice 1/2 oz Rose water 1 oz Pomegranate juice Champers of your choice (I prefer an Asti, but live your best life if you're more of a Brut girlie. For mocktails, add some Tonic Water instead for the bubbles)

Really just add all ingredients to a champagne flute. I am not a fancy bitch.

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

I think about pantywaist guy sometimes. You think he heard about BB later on like, "What, THAT asshole?" Also for all that BB is a total dork at times in MGS3-this intro is so arrogant. He does not care and does not even listen until Zero has to tell him to behave. Just casually smoking away being all 2cool4school. Which is neat when you think about the personality he does eventually grow into/adopt come Peace Walker and all the time after that.

(Not that he isn't subtly arrogant in other ways in MGS3, but it doesn't shine as much as it does in later games under his more dorkish personality here).

(All that aside this intro fcks severely).

[this-is-a-stickup]

Very odd vintage photo of a young boy, probably English, sitting in a window in his shirt and underpants, with a humiliating sign reading "Pantywaist Peter Lives Here" and a pair of frilly sissy "knickers" hanging from the window sill. It looks like he's being punished, but he looks untroubled at being not only displayed but photographed in this quadruply humiliating way (depantsed, knickers, called "pantywaist," and his name exposed). Who took this picture of Peter and why?

My guess is that this cute boy's evil stepmother found him secretly trying on a dress or something like that, and did this to publicly shame Peter out of being a sissy. And documented it in this and maybe other photos.

[princessmo]

thinking about the drum circle episode of b&bh where van d's buddies get up and leave him and one of them says "the guys at the gym were right about you...you really are a pantywaist" and like

babygirl WHY were the guys at the gym talking about you 🤨 i KNOW you don't go there. i Know you don't.

[azspot]

Republicans no longer need push polls, of course, because they campaign on manufactured resentment rather than issues. The ubiquity of conspiracy theories, racism, and homophobia in the party means that their base already believes that anyone who isn’t a Trump voter is a communist pantywaist. But what if the push poll could be used to disseminate trueinformation in a way that could crack the unreality bubble many Trump supporters are living in?

Would You Still Vote For Trump If...?

[cmweller]

Challenge #03988-J336: Mistaken Evaluation

They seemed soft, a pushover, weak. Because they wept into their beer over killing. The toughs decided to show the mouthy barmaid just how "good" they were after her remark about their mothers by trying to rough up the weakling. They learned, the person may be kind, gentle, soft.... but they've a backbone of raw steel. At least they let this lot live, though the lesson sure as hell hurt..... the toughs that is.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03899-j247-a-killer-of-character -- Fighting Fit

"So you think you're a big man, huh?"

Rike Mossgrove barely looked up at the rowdy braggart looming over him. "Don't matter what I think," he said. "You already made up your mind."

"Damn straight," said the adventurer of menace. "And if I say you're nothing but a pantywaist mama's boy sucking on your thumb, you have to repeat it for all the Inn to hear."

Rike said, "No."

[Check the source for the rest of the story]

[evilhorse]

Yer a blamed pantywaist, Doom

[strictpunishedhubby]

Eckzeiten vor, zwischen und nach Züchtigungen hält meine Frau für sehr sinnvoll und notwendig. Ihr Argument, mir müsse jederzeit bewusst sein, immer wenn ich mich wie ein ungezogener Ehemann benehme, wird sie mich wie einen kleinen Jungen bestrafen.

Eckezeiten vor jeder Züchtigung, damit ich zur Besinnung komme und über mein Fehlverhalten nachdenke. Ich soll so wegen meinem Verhalten Reue zeigen und mich innerlich auf meine baldige Bestrafung vorbereiten. Während ich wartend in der Ecke verbringe, wächst ständig meine Angst darüber, was mir bevorsteht. Das ist von meiner Frau erwünscht und forciert diese, indem sie mir harte und ausgiebige Prügel auf nacktem Po in einem sehr strengen Ton ankündigt. Sie sieht ihre detaillierte Beschreibung als Teil meiner Bestrafung und Erziehung an. So schürt sie meine Angst und Reue. Die Folge, schon jetzt rinnen meine ersten Tränen und ich fange an zu schluchzen.

Eckezeiten zwischen den Züchtigungen, so erlebe ich den Schmerz bewusster. Sie schickt mich für etwa 10 Minuten in die Ecke und kündigt mir an, was michund meinen Po noch erwartet. Danach setzt es weiterhin gehörig wieder was „hintendrauf“. Ich hüpfe heulend, meinen versohlten Po heftig reibend, unter lautem Jammern in die Ecke. Dabei lacht sie mich meistens aus und spottet, ich würde mich wie ein kleines Kind benehmen, was für eine Memme ich bin. An Scham denke ich dabei nicht, meine Gedanken konzentrieren auf meinen schmerzenden, verprügelten Hintern. Ich weiß durch ihre Worte, sie hat mir noch lange nicht vergeben. Als Sühne und Nachhaltigkeit wird es bald wieder weitere Schläge auf meinen vorbehandelten Po geben.

Eckezeiten nach der letzten Züchtigung, damit ich mein schmerzendes Hinterteil ohne Ablenkung spüre, und ich mich darauf konzentriere. Nach ein paar Minuten schimpft mich meine Frau längere Zeit heftig aus und macht mir mein Vergehen nochmals klar bewusst. Nachdem ich erst nach langer Zeit aufgehört habe zu weinen und mich innerlich etwas beruhigt habe, bin ich in der Verfassung, über die Formulierung meiner Entschuldigung und meiner Einsicht nachzudenken! Ich weiß nie wie lange ich in der Ecke stehen muss, bis sie mir die Erlaubnis gibt, vor ihr zu knien, ihre strafenden Hände zu küssen, und sie um Entschuldigung und um Vergebung zu bitten. Ihr einsichtig zu bestätigen, die Bestrafung habe ich verdient und war angemessen.

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My wife considers corner times before, between and after punishment to be very useful and necessary. Her argument that I must always be aware that whenever I behave like a naughty husband, she will punish me like a little boy.

Cornertime before every punishment so that I can come to my senses and think about my wrongdoing. I am supposed to show remorse for my behavior and mentally prepare myself for my imminent punishment. As I wait in the corner, my fear of what lies ahead grows ever greater. That is what my wife wants and she encourages it by announcing in a very severe tone, that I will be spanked hard and extensively on my bare buttocks. She sees her detailed description as part of my punishment and education. So she fuels my fear and regret. The result, my first tears are already falling and I start to sob.

Cornertime between chastisements, so I experience the pain more consciously. She sends me into the corner for about 10 minutes and announces what awaits me and my bottom. She will continue to give me something "on my backside”. I hop howling, rubbing my spanked butt violently, whining loudly into the corner. Most of the time she laughs at me and scoffs at me for behaving like a little kid and what a pantywaist I am. I don't think about shame, my thoughts focus on my aching, beaten up butt. I know by her words; she hasn't forgiven me by a long shot. As atonement and sustainability, there will soon be more beatings on my pre-treated buttocks.

Cornertime after the final spanking so I can feel and focus on my sore bottom without distraction. After a few minutes, my wife scolds me vigorously for a long time, and again she makes me clearly aware of wrongdoing. Once I've stopped crying after a long time and have calmed down a bit, I'm in a good position to think about how to articulate my apology and insight. I never know how long I'll have to stand in the corner before she gives me permission to kneel in front of her, kissing her punishing hands, begging her apologies and forgiveness. To confirm her insightful, I deserved the punishment and it was appropriate.

[rude-fem]

"i'm a separatist" cool, go separate already! but you won't, you're too much of a weak-willed pantywaist to even try building an alternative community. fucking loser

me when i have 0 understanding of what separatism on an individual scale means and think that unless a teenage girl builds an entire alternative community her activism is worthless

[saoirseronanswife]

>interview with a vietnam vet >he was with the exact unit I'm looking at doing the exact job I'm researching >extremely candid and open >interview is conducted by a bunch of high schoolers asking the blandest most pantywaist questions of all time >

[wheredidmyheadgoing]

Night three

First

Previous/Next

-Well, look who showed up here!

Evan closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He didn't often walk home this way. The pizzeria was literally on the next street, so it usually only took a few minutes to walk to his house. The problem was that he almost always come across someone. For this reason, today he decided to take the route through a side street. He hoped it would be easier...

It looks like he was wrong.

He slowly turned back to his tormentors, pressing plushie to his chest.

They were smiling, and that was a very bad sign.

-Oh wow, man - Peter, the boy in the Chica mask grabbed him by the wrist - What's there to be upset about? We just wanted to say hello!

He clenched his teeth as the bully pushed him against a tree. It hurt.

-What's the matter, little brother? - Michael leaned over him, smirking mockingly - I already said I'll teach you a lesson.

-S--screw you - He tried to growl, but all that came out of his clenched throat was a screeching scream.

Of course, everyone found it very funny.

-Aw, are you going to cry again? - Alec wearing a Bonnie mask puffed out his cheeks - Pantywaist wants to go to mommy? Oh, wait...

Evan bit his lips. There's no way he's going to give them what they want.

-You don't have a mommy.

Their laughter was so unbearable that he wanted to cover his ears.

-Yeah, enough. - Mike rolled his eyes - Your twaddle are more dullness than you. You'd better hold him back.

The boy in the striped T-shirt gulped, seeing the bullies approaching him. He started to back away, then run, but he barely turned around and was already lying pressed to the ground.

-You know you really are hopeless? - Michael snorted - You can't even defend yourself. No wonder Father doesn't love you.

-At least He loves you, huh? - he snapped out, but quickly regretted it, seeing his brother's fury.

-That's how crafty you are? - He hissed - How about that?

Evan froze, watching his brother pick up something from the ground.

Fredbear's cuddly toy.

Oh no.

-What are you doing?! - He yelled - Give it back!

-Come on Evan, we have to share right? Besides, it's just a teddy bear...it can break at any time.

NO.

-Michael, I'm serious - He cried out - If something happens with it, He....

-"He"? He what? - Asked Gabriel, putting the Freddy mask on his face -He will come to life at night and kill you? Haha!

No no NO! Why does no one ever understand what I say?!

-All right guys - Mike smiled wider, clutching the golden plush - Let's give the little man some fun.

When he felt the older boys let him go, he immediately picked himself up from the ground. He couldn't let them take it, he had to get it back!

Otherwise He would be very angry.

* * * *

He tried. He really tried, they...They were too fast and taller than him. And stronger...

Evan wiped the blood from his nose. Everything hurt him, but he had no choice, he had to find the golden mascot. Not because he cared about it, as everyone else thought. It wasn't even one of his friends. It was about something else.

Because if he didn't find the bear, the bear would find him.

"This is your new toy. Carry it with you at all times, You can't put it away."

Those were his Father's last words before he started ignoring him. Well, at least partially, there were times when he would give him some instructions like he did yesterday, but nothing else.

Guess He really wanted that he relied solely on plush.

He twitched when one of the crows started squawking near him, snapping him out of reverie. It looked a bit like it was chasing him away. He would have gladly listened to - it was getting colder and darker, and he didn't have a flashlight with him. He put his arms around himself. He must hold out. Surely it's somewhere nearby.

Just then, at that very moment, he saw golden fur glinting in the distance.

Bingo.

He quickly ran toward the find. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm waned considerably when he realized a serious problem.

The plushie had been thrown into a tree.

-Fucking Michael - He snarled. - Now what I supposed to do.

His brother knew perfectly well that he should not climb.

He looked around. Another moment and nothing will be visible anymore...would he be able to get home then? Probably not. On the other hand, if he comes alone...

He ignored the pressure building up in his chest. After all, it's not such a tall tree...

-Hey!

...What?...

He turned around. Who would come here at such an hour and why? He strained his gaze, trying to spot a small silhouette looming in the darkness.

A kid. Two uneven ponytails, a dress, probably yellow, bandages on her arms...wait.

No way.

-What are you looking at? - The black-haired girl, the same one who bumped into him in the restaurant today, stood in front of him, trying to make a sort of threatening face - And what do you want here? This is MY spot!

-Uh...- He stuttered - My...em...there... - Evan pointed to the branch where his mascot landed.

She looked at the tree, then at him, then at the tree again. It was annoying. And stupid.Stupid enough that he felt like the ground would open up and swallow him.

-Well - she finally spoke up - take it and go away.

"If it were that easy, I'd be gone by now." He thought.

The girl raised an eyebrow.

-Don't say you won't get up there.

-... - The boy abashedly shook his head.

- Really? - She crossed her arms - Well, too bad. buy a new one.

Her words make him off balance.

-What are you waiting for? Butt out.

-W--wait! - He shouted, cursing himself for stammering - I just thought...could you...pull it down for me, please...?

This time it was she who looked confused.

-Why? - She asked - Is it my fault that you threw it there?

-I didn't throw it in there - He denied quickly - actually, my brother--

-Your brother was in my spot too?!

-What...? I don't know, I guess...so what?

-...Ugh! - She fukked irritated - Whatever. Anyway, it's none of my business. Get lost already.

-But---

-GET LOST!

He blinked, unsure of what to do. What is this twisted person all about? She acted as if she was about to beat him up in any moment...

Then something came to his mind.

-I helped you, so you should help me.

The girl turned her look toward him again.

-You...you are the crying boy who was in the pizzeria today?

-...Yes. - He drew in a breath - It's me.

The exasperation on her face gave way to amusement for a moment.

-Gosh, you scared the fatso to death. He had a look on his face like he almost killed you!

-I did it on purpose - He explained - He's...frustrating. Thanks to me, you were able to escape.

Of course, he lied. That worker in the Fredbear costume scared him enough that he wouldn't be able to make fun of him.

-But I wouldn't have had to run away if you hadn't ran into me.

-But it was you who ran into me...

-Do you want this bear back or not?

-Okay! listen - He began - I know that you stole something from our restaurant--

-Food - She interrupted - I took food that no one ate anyway.

-...Fine. But it's still theft - He replied - My Father is one of the owners of that place, so theoretically I should tell him about it...

He felt a small satisfaction when he noticed that there was concern in the girl's eyes.

-Unless - He continued - Unless you help me now. You will do what I ask and we will never meet again.

She squinted her eyes.

-What will you do if I refuse?

-I'll say that you also took this teddy bear.

A deathly silence fell between them. Evan grunted nervously. It had been a long time since he had said so much at one time, so it was a little scary.

Finally, the girl sighed. And then she...laughed.

-All right, you got me - She said frisky - Give me a moment.

Before he had time to say anything, she managed to approach the tree, climb up and drop the golden plushie right on his head.

He squirmed from the hit. He always wondered why it was so heavy?

She giggled again.

-You know what, you're not that bad. Do you have any name?

-Em...I'm Evan...-While he had already been somewhat puzzled by the whole situation, now he was completely taken aback. What the hell was she talking about? - Are..you...?

The beaming girl extended her hand in front of him.

-I am Cassidy.

* * * *

-I'm back - Evan said quietly, closing the door behind him. It seems that no one has slept yet. Elizabeth sat at the table, absorbed in drawing another princess-clowns and Mike stood at the window, smoking and looking at him menacingly.

Judging by the sloppily taped bandage on his cheek, Dad had noticed his younger son's absence and was not happy about it.

Good.

Smiling under his breath, Evan took off his shoes and went to his room.

When he came back to his bedroom, he fell on his bed. He was very tired, much more so than usual. He didn't feel like getting undressed. He just got ready quickly and went to bed...

He took out his notebook and opened it to the page on which he had written this morning. He ran his eyes over the note. It looks like Foxy is back...he'll be ready for it.

-Good night guys - He turned to his animal friends sitting on the floor - it's nice to have you with me. No one can replace you, I promise.

Even that crazy girl.

He swallowed his pill.

-HERE I COME!