<?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-3677174542454671442</id><updated>2011-12-22T19:59:40.158-08:00</updated><category term='dream'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>Mr. Ritter's Office</title><subtitle type='html'>Contains adult material, not suitable for those under 18.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-5447195678157854954</id><published>2007-05-30T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:08:12.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it seems like forever...</title><content type='html'>Well, it is late, and I can't sleep, so it is time to update for the first time in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a principal to do when he can't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he can take something that he done when he was younger to the next level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you looked up "spank" in the dictionary, well now there's a more technologically savvy way of doing this.  I am talking about that great eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;time waster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.  Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanking"&gt;Spanking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paddle_%28spanking%29"&gt;Paddle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caning"&gt;Caning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strap"&gt;Strap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corporal_Punishment"&gt;Corporal Punishment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-5447195678157854954?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/5447195678157854954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=5447195678157854954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/5447195678157854954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/5447195678157854954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-it-seems-like-forever.html' title='Well, it seems like forever...'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-4766797899957111827</id><published>2007-05-06T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:42:00.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was tagged twice in one day, so I guess I HAVE to do this now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are three of the stupidest things you've done in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A.  Letting women affect my life to the point that it got in the way of school.  Hasn't happened in a long time, though.&lt;br /&gt;B.  Partying too hard in my early twenties.&lt;br /&gt;C.  Spending money I should have saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. At this moment, who has the most influence on your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a. Hard to say, there.  I am big on marching to the beat of my own drum.  Probably the guy who does our Schedule at work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. If you were given a time machine that functioned, and you were allowed to pick five people to dine with, who would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a. My Grandfather on my Dad's side.  He was a bit old when my Dad was born, so he was long gone before I was around.  He was a WWI (yes, One) Vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b. Benjamin Franklin    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;c. John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d. Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e. Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt;, with a translator, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. If you had three wishes that were not supernatural, what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a. My own successful business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b. Cures for all the major diseases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;c. Tickets to the Duke/North Carolina game at Cameron for every year while I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone is visiting your hometown/place where you live at the moment. Name two things your regret your city not having, and two things people should avoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a. This town has no where to go.  For a college town, there sure is a lot of nothing.  There are no good bars, and no fine dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b. Avoid the one bar on the min drag.  It's not mean or anything, but damn it's lame.  If you're a speed demon watch out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt; drag as well.  We have 4 different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jurisdictions&lt;/span&gt; in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name one event that has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a. Going to college.  No, I don't have a degree yet, but that is not how it has changed my life, yet.  It made me move away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;safe haven&lt;/span&gt; that was my hometown, and actually find out who I was and what was out there in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where is says to tag five other people, but since this is a "young blog," so to say, and two of the maybe three that are on here have already tagged me, I will skip this step!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spankingbbwpix.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-4766797899957111827?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/4766797899957111827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=4766797899957111827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4766797899957111827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4766797899957111827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-tagged-twice-in-one-day-so-i.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-874228524600957233</id><published>2007-04-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:17:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully a Normal View From Up Top</title><content type='html'>One of my inspirations for starting this blog is the thought that I and some of my closest "bottom" friends have had is there is not that many places on the net where you can get a NORMAL point of view from a top.  I see some things go down in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; spanking world (the non-commercial side, more personal side) that can really get on my nerves, but I also see us "normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" who just want to spank a cute gal from time to time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think us "normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" tops need some representation on the net.  Of course, some could entirely disagree with the things I say here, and I may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be all that "normal" to some.  Normalcy is subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for me to tell you rule no. 1, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;, in my humble opinion, on being a good top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this respect, spanking and dating are very similar.  You must exude confidence!  I do not mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; you need to walk around all cocky all the time either.  I speak of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; confidence.  You do not have to go around telling everyone you are "top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dawg&lt;/span&gt;" if you are!   It will show in your sane and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; manner when the time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya a little secret, too:  Being a top helps me gain confidence!  It is a lovely boost to my soul when I have spanked a gal.  I may not be whistling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;zippety&lt;/span&gt;-do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; when a spanking is finished (kinda kills the moment, ha ha!), but I always leave knowing that a gal has trusted me enough to put her bottom on the line, and it causes a huge boost in confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!!!!!  Do not let spanking be your only way to gain confidence.  In order to be a confident top, one that truly reaps the rewards of being a spanker, you must already be assured of yourself.  Only then can you gain even more confidence and truly give the bottom what she wants and, um, deserves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not mistake confidence with the complex of always thinking you are right.  You are human, you will be wrong about something.  You have to learn how to roll with the punches, however, and gain new knowledge from old mistakes.  Pretty basic, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I am wrapping up this post.  I may write more tonight, or tomorrow, depending.  I have several topics that I would like to hit upon soon.  Some are related to what I just said.  If you feel I left anything out of this, let me know.  I can always add more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-874228524600957233?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/874228524600957233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=874228524600957233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/874228524600957233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/874228524600957233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/04/hopefully-normal-view-from-up-top.html' title='Hopefully a Normal View From Up Top'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-4737660264948773028</id><published>2007-04-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:55:15.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>Some days, I sign on here, or onto my MySpace or Livejournal, check them out, leave, and think nothing of it.  Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; days, I check here or on my MySpace, and all I want to do is find a bratty girl and SPANK HER!!!  Today is one of those days, and there is no one around.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is a bit of a nothing post.  I have been kind of hard-pressed to think of what to really write in here as of late.  The last bit o' spanking action I had was that night at work, so really all there is in the spanking news is "today, I thought about it a lot, and nothing happened."  So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten points to whoever can tell me what book I automatically think of when I say "so it goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, I think I will be feeling much more creative once school is out.  I only have 2 more weeks of hell, then I am done for a month.  I was going to take May-mester, but no thanks.  I think I am gonna spend May just cookin' at work and enjoying the occasional days where I have nothing to do but maybe grill out and have a brew or two.  God, let me be there now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-4737660264948773028?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/4737660264948773028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=4737660264948773028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4737660264948773028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4737660264948773028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-1556983505262821120</id><published>2007-04-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:35:48.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTe1mqYqhUo/RhlgJF7Hk7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ElBPppeEN0o/s1600-h/psych_356-punishment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTe1mqYqhUo/RhlgJF7Hk7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ElBPppeEN0o/s400/psych_356-punishment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051174166397948850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The end of this semester is near, our term ends in April.  A reason to celebrate, right?  Wrong.  I am extremely bogged down in papers and other projects that are due.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   So, which one of you ladies wants to come over so i can give them a nice paddling to sooth my racked nerves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-1556983505262821120?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/1556983505262821120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=1556983505262821120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/1556983505262821120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/1556983505262821120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-woes.html' title='April Woes'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eTe1mqYqhUo/RhlgJF7Hk7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ElBPppeEN0o/s72-c/psych_356-punishment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-1363601881470366691</id><published>2007-04-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:32:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observation and a Question...</title><content type='html'>When I see another top on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; or other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; site, I automatically put them in the "union" in my head.  This means that in a fantasy world, if I were to meet one of these guys, it would be like "oh yeah, I spank bratty girls too!  I'm the Local 376!"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there is another thing I notice with other tops, especially on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;.  It's something a lot of them do, but I have rarely ever done, especially with someone I have not met in real life or have at least gotten pretty close to chatting on the net.  What is this I am talking about?  The style of comments left on bottom's pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of guys leaving messages such as "I am going to spank you, you naughty girl."  Now, let me tell ya,  I say such things too, but usually if it is to someone who I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;going to spank, or someone I know well, at the very least.  Even then, it is rare for me to comment this way on a blog, or even in an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... I LOVE to threaten a gal with a spanking.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;!  Fun indeed!  I guess what I am saying is that when it is said out of context, and said over and over by every guy on some girl's blog, it seems to be annoying to me.  I feel that it misrepresents every Top out there on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, let's say a gal puts up a pic of her lovely self for all of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spankers&lt;/span&gt;.  It seems a lot of guys are just automatically commenting with "oh yeah, you know you need a spanking you bad girl" or something similar.  This is where I usually leave a comment for her saying something like "Wow!  You are cute and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spankable&lt;/span&gt;!"   I dunno, it just seems like that is a little more classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is possible to be a gentleman, and still be stern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies... how do you feel about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-1363601881470366691?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/1363601881470366691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=1363601881470366691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/1363601881470366691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/1363601881470366691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/04/observation-and-question.html' title='Observation and a Question...'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-7892188166621579974</id><published>2007-03-25T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:44:42.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanks For (Not) All of the Hard Work</title><content type='html'>Well, no one new was on the schedule this week, so I guess there will not be a new girl to spank!  However, my "spanking dry spell" that has been going on FOR A LONG TIME now has finally been quenched, and yes, it was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; as one of the head cooks while I am waiting for my degree.  One of the bartenders is a good friend of mine, and she also knows about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spanko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.   She has received a number of playful swats through the years, but just more along the lines of the flirty butt-smacking variety, and not any of the "this really is a spanking" variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all of that changed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Friday.  We (the kitchen crew) were starting to get very busy when she came into the kitchen to tell me she had messed up an order.  She put the wrong thing in the register, so we did not have the correct order on our ticket board.  This can be frustrating in a small kitchen where a minute extra on a dish will throw you off all evening.  I gave her a stern look, told her that I was counting every mistake she made, and she was going to get it at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some dramatic events happened Friday night, stuff that I am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; going to elaborate on, but no spanking occurred.  I was not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;.  Call me a pessimist, I had not really planned on pulling off a spanking.  I figured I would flirt around the subject all night, and then it would be forgotten, and I would go home.  Well, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort Of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I show up yesterday, and clock in.  The same friend is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bartending&lt;/span&gt; Saturday as well.  I walk up to her, give her a hug, talk for a minute, and then I go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit later there is a bit of a misunderstanding between the kitchen and bar, so I talk to her to get everything straightened out.  It was after this that I heard her say this: "Oh yeah, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; way, you never did punish me last night."   Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I resumed my count.  By the end of Saturday night (including the count from Friday) she had racked up nine offenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, but not before we were closed we went outside for a break.  There is a nice spot for the employees out back, with a few chairs, and its good and private.  We were sitting out there talking and smoking (yes, I am a smoker) and just taking it easy for a minute before we had to go back in to do our closing duties.  She finished her cigarette, and I was already finished with mine.  She stood up to go back inside, but I stayed seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I think you need to take everything out of your back pocket."   I said to her after she stood up.&lt;br /&gt;" Am I getting punished?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, so I need those pockets empty."&lt;br /&gt;The second her notepad and pen were out of her pockets, I grabbed her and threw her over my knee so quickly that it took her by suprise.  "Wow!" is all she get out of her mouth before she was over my lap.&lt;br /&gt;" I counted nine offenses over the last 2 days.  So here we go!"&lt;br /&gt;I gave her nine swats to her backside with my hand over her pants.  This may sound tame, but I am here to tell you that I am a forceful spanker.  I would say at least 4 of these hit right on the sit spot as well.  When I finished, I helped her up, she hugged me and we went back inside.&lt;br /&gt;Once back inside I told her to straighten up or this was just a warm up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my cooks a little bit later:  "Why do you have such a big grin your face?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, nothing man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender friend later: "Hey, my butt has sore spots from where it was spanked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the most fun I have ever had at work.  Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-7892188166621579974?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/7892188166621579974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=7892188166621579974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/7892188166621579974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/7892188166621579974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/03/spanks-for-not-all-of-hard-work.html' title='Spanks For (Not) All of the Hard Work'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-9103110548670913988</id><published>2007-03-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:42:20.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams Are Made of These</title><content type='html'>Blame it on talking to Ruby on the phone last night before I went to bed.  I actually had a spanking dream!  It was me, and everyone from where I work in some kind of meeting room.  The odd thing (all dreams have that "odd thing" in them don't they?) was they were all standing around the "new girl," who was somebody I had never seen before.  They were scolding her, and when I walked up and inquired why, they started to list off a bunch of rules that she had broken.  They then look at me, and say, "we know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; will know what to do with her."  I promptly grabbed mystery girl, who struggled, and scolded her while I pulled her over my knee and spanked the hell out of her!  The second I was done, the dream changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a spanking scene play out in my dreams until last night, but it would be nice if it happened more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will see a new hire on the schedule when I clock in tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-9103110548670913988?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/9103110548670913988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=9103110548670913988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/9103110548670913988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/9103110548670913988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/03/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet Dreams Are Made of These'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-4896906459357316996</id><published>2007-03-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:02:15.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Why the New Digs?</title><content type='html'>Well, put simply, Myspace can really get on my nerves.  And no, it is not my friends on there who get on my nerves, it's all of the people who are not my friends.  I know a lot of the ladies out there have ran into a lot of freaks thanks to Myspace, but let me tell ya, us males are not excluded from them either.  There seems to be a lot of illiteracy, and most of it seems to be centered around Myspace.   "Check out my hot webcam.  I am so lonely and hooking my way through college and it would be so kewl if you added me!"  Or my personal favorite "I know you  are into spanking girls, but will you add diaperedsubmale please?"  Pshaw, and hell no.  (Sorry if the latter may make me "closed minded" but really, come on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think this will give me a better opportunity to write.  I used to love writing, and I still do, actually.  The "real world" as of late has been keeping me from this hobby of mine.  I hope a fresh new site that is more oriented toward this sort of thing will keep me more active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "in" box in the old principal's office was overflowing with discipline referrals.  I need to get on those, stat.  There is a lot a bad young ladies out there, and they need to be paddled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-4896906459357316996?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/4896906459357316996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=4896906459357316996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4896906459357316996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4896906459357316996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-why-new-digs.html' title='So, Why the New Digs?'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-4566526716829409548</id><published>2007-03-19T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:29:21.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I figured I would take this opportunity to let people know a little about me, especially the spanking side of my life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is pretty obvious that I am into spanking! I like to spank naughty girls, and I can't really understand why any straight male with blood in his veins would not like spanking a cute gal! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kind of spankings I give are mostly play spankings, but with a punishment backdrop. This means that a bottom and I may just be playing around, but the spanking seems like a "real" one. I also have handed out a couple of real punishments as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tend to really spank, when I spank too. This means that I will spank a gal pretty hard! I am not too much into what a friend of mine calls "slap and tickle." Of course, I am not going to really spank a girl hard until I know how much she can take. What may be "light" to some is "hard" to others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, spanking for me is something that is almost beyond sexual. By this I mean that spanking, as HUGE of a turn-on as it is for me, can be seperated from sex. Don't get me wrong, just thinking about spanking gets me worked up, and I think some great sex can occur after I am through spanking someone, but for the most part, I like spanking to be just that: a spanking. I think this can be beneificial when meeting with someone, because all I plan on doing is spanking. If I say "I am driving/flying to ________ to give you a spanking," then you know that is what to expect! If I get to spank a cute bottom, then how could I ask for more? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to roleplay, sometimes. It is kind of funny, considering the heavy roleplaying my "character" here on the 'net represents. I actually don't go out of the way to roleplay, but it can be fun. Of course, I have done the Principal/student roleplay, and had a blast! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, the great mystery is finally solved.  I love spanking the ladies.  All you girls had better BEHAVE!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Ritter  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-4566526716829409548?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/4566526716829409548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=4566526716829409548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4566526716829409548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/4566526716829409548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3677174542454671442.post-7102011457314498523</id><published>2007-03-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:37:25.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>The New Office.</title><content type='html'>This will be the the third, and hopefully final home of Mr. Ritter.  I will still maintain a myspace, and keep an occasional eye on my LJ, but I hope this becomes my main means of connection with my spanking friends.  Hope to hear from you guys soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3677174542454671442-7102011457314498523?l=misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/feeds/7102011457314498523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3677174542454671442&amp;postID=7102011457314498523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/7102011457314498523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3677174542454671442/posts/default/7102011457314498523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misterrittersoffice.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-office.html' title='The New Office.'/><author><name>Mr. Ritter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382187077339003038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/ranaldo20/thatalbum/Picture001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
