he wanted sex.... I flat out said "NO..if I don't get what I need n want from u.. u don't get what u need or want from me either".. so at last I had his attention...he said "u do know I could just take it" n I said "u do know I could just kick u in the balls".... I sat down n told him I wasn't gonna... could NOT keep livin like this.. ..we did alot of talkin... well i did alot of talkin ..in the end I ended up otk n got a lengthy hand spankin.... I wasn't in any trouble so it wasn't discipline... then I ended up over the ottoman n he used his wooden hand paddle that he made for me that says "Daddys hand"... he had on a 2 hr show n spanked me with it throughout EVERY commercial ...he wasn't striking very hard but lemme tell u.. a steady rhythm on my bare bottom with that paddle for sometimes 5 mins straight was quite stingy... then he spanked me just before bed too.. again not a serious one...... we talked today after work but I'm not gonna get into that right now
Myself and a certain individual has had a strange type of relationship. We are both single. But we pull each others coat tale when necessary if you know what l mean. So As long as that person doesn't post here that this all needs to come to an end. I am going to continue to service Men 0nly with the type of discipline they need. Thank you all for the well wishes. I came back because of them. PLUS SOMEONE REALLY BIG ON HERE GAVE ME AN OFFER I JUST HAVE A HARD TIME REFUSING. I might KEEP YOU POSTED.
What was your first consensual spanking experience as an adult like? How old were you? I was about 35 when I was seeing this little Norwegian gal I'd met at an Al Anon meeting. She wanted to do "experiential therapy" with me in which she would behave as a naughty 9-year-old girl, and I would "correct" her behavior while reassuring her she was s good child who just happened to be behaving badly. She kept pushing the idea of punishment and wanting to be spanked, but I was a reluctant partner at first who had just escaped from a violent relationship with a bipolar alcoholic who liked to goad me into abusing her so she could cry all over the neighborhood and generate pity for herself at my expense. It had been nine years since I'd enjoyed a pleasant relationship as more and more desirable women were getting married off. I had a nasty case of lust for Miss Norway, but she was keeping me at arms length. After a few little spanking sessions with her fully clothed we sat down at opposite ends of the couch to discuss this problem of the spankings not being severe enough. Even though she was preaching the gospel of Platonic love, I wanted nothing more than to get her clothes off. So there we were at opposite ends of the couch looking straight ahead with ultra serious expressions. At risk of her going hysterical I couldn't resist making this proposal. As my voice tightened I whispered, "I don't know how to make it hurt more without (at this point I was so nervous my throat closed right up. So I pinched the words out barely audible.) ....removing a layer of clothing." I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eye expecting her to go catatonic. But she just kept looking straight ahead with that same serious expression, started nodding slowly and said, "Lifting a dress might be alright." By this time my head was about to explode, but I kept looking straight ahead and starting nodding gently also doing my best to suppress the need to dance around the room yelling. "YESSSSSSS!!!!" Next time I saw her she was wearing a little red dress. As we entered the apartment I gave her a line to cross if she wanted those panties to come down too. She crossed it in very obvious fashion several times until I reached over to her while we were sitting on that same couch, pulled her over my lap to where she was in the upside down V position, lifted the little red dress, lowered the light blue panties, during which time she offered no resistance. This was obviously right where she wanted to be. I still had no idea how much pain she could actually withstand, so I only brought my hand down on her maybe three or four times thinking she'd be traumatized. During the usual after action review she explained that "it didn't really hurt that much." About a year or two later I finally realized I could flail away on her for more than 100 whacks on each cheek, and she'd be no worse for the wear. But I'll just never forget her nodding her head slowly, looking straight ahead as if calculating a math problem, and then saying, "Lifting a dress might be alright."
They do say you should be careful what you wish for... and I am beginning to see why!
My new spanker, Director, certainly has the bug, and needs no encouragement to upend me over his knee to give me a spanking. Yesterday I had been writing a spanking story for our website and thought he might be in the mood to spank after reading my handiwork. I was not wrong. You'd be hard pushed to find anyone that is more of a natural and who has taken to spanking like a duck to water. My poor bum!! Of course I am not complaining, that would be silly. But I am getting used to sitting on a soundly spanked bottom and feeling the ache set in.
Last night was a very effective combination of hand and paddle. Our paddle is only a light one (don't tell him this) but can pack a sting (in his hands!) - However, I found, and he noticed too that his hand spanking was far more effective last night than the implement. He is one of those spankers who can spank really hard with his hand. In my limited experience not all of them are so effective. I was trying really hard to stay still and to take the spanking but I did start to struggle and threw back a hand several times. One cheek seemed to be getting more than the other, but in fact this wasn't true, for some reason this cheek was hurting more and so I was finding it hard to take spanks on it. I think other spankees will know what I mean when I say it felt like it was bruising. There's just something about it, it becomes very sore and you can't bear another spank on it. There is a little bit of marking today, but nothing too bad, so I'm sure with my trusty arnica cream it will go away quickly.
I've got to say though I am so impressed at the intensity of the spanking Director can give. And I'm so glad that he evidently enjoys it so much. Director has posted some photos taken during the spanking, here is one of them.
Meanwhile I'm going to sit on something soft and take it easy. Fans of our videos will be pleased to hear we are planning some filming very soon, so I'm hoping my bum will be ready for it. I think with this new regular spanking regime, it seems to be toughening up (not literally) and able to tolerate more, which is lucky.
Passing a lil time before goin into work... 2 more work days after today n then 4 days off for our yearly all girls campin trip..
The guys r always goin out fishin or playin darts/ pool with their buddies n each yr they take off a few days to go huntin so 5 yrs ago I suggested to my 6 daughters that we go on an all girls campin trip n they liked the idea so startin that yr every August around this time we go n we always have a ball.
This was originally supposed to be a no kids event too but each yr we have had a few of the lil people with us... This yr my adult neice is joinin us n two of my daughters will have their babies with us too as they r still breast feedin n refuse a bottle but no worries we will have a terrific time just the same n who doesn't love snuggling babies??? :)
I will pack the van thurs after work with everything except food n drinks n go over my check list another time... Then Friday all I will need to do is pack the coolers with food n drinks... We will all meet at my house n follow each other there... We will be on our way by 1pm n not head back home until 11am on Monday..
This is the most relaxin time of the yr for all of us... When we arrive we all help each other get our tents set up n arrange where everything will go.. We get two camp sites for all of us because of the number of tents not vehicles but we all hang on one site til bedtime which usually is very late
We all plan meals to feed everyone... I have tacos planned for our first night n a breakfast of grapes, yogurt n cereal bars ( that will b our last meal there as there is nothin to cook )... Another meal is ham slices, mashed taters n Brussels sprouts n another is be chicken, baked taters n broccilli... Our other breakfasts the pancakes b sausage n eggs bacon n toast... We don't plan any lunches because we snack all day on stuff... Pepperoni cheese n crackers n s'mores n chips n dip
But the best part is the talks n laughs n the memories :). I'm really lookin forward to this
My wife and I stood together, holding hands, our pants lowered to our knees, our bare bottoms on show to our disciplinarian.
He called me first. And I presented myself to him, my bare bottom up, my erection in his lap. Aftert he first few swats, I asked, "Sir, may I..." hoping he'd understand and wouldn't make me explain. But he did. He asked me to explain. "'may I' what young man?"
Taking his swats like a good boy, I found my voice and asked clearly: "Sir, may I buck?"
Yes, you may.
So, I began to rub against his lap as he firmly smacked my naughty bottom. And after maybe ten minutes, rubbing the underside of my penis against his thigh, my legs straightened and started to quiver.
He encouraged me: "That's right. Good boy."
My wife continued to stand in the corner listening to my discipline.
It was when I leg go that I told her "I'm sorry," and I came across his lap and his spanks slowed.
She knew it was her turn.
You are a member of the Spanking Swat Team. You arrest me for being disorderly in public. When you pull up my rap sheet you find a long list of unpunished offenses that I have committed in my lifetime:
shoplifting a clip-on teddy bear
switching price tags to make what i want to buy cheaper
returning clothes that i wore back to the store
reading my sister’s diary
making prank phone calls
cutting class multiple times
forging my mom's name on one of my bad tests
failing 3 classes and having to take them again my freshman year
not studying for tests
not doing homework
doing a book report on a book i didn't read
almost not graduating my senior year when i almost failed history
stealing hall passes
riding my bike inside the school
giving the answers to quizzes to my friends before their class started
walking around the neighborhood with my friends switching neighbors' halloween decorations
lying about my age to a man much older than me
speeding (45 in a 25 mph zone)
not wearing glasses when i drive like i am supposed to
disobeying my doctor multiple times
lying to my doctor, therapist and psychiatrist multiple times
going on crash diets
going on all candy diets
ordering diet pills online that usually require a prescription
taking my mom's valium without a prescription (i did have her permission though she and my dad insisted that i take it)
not taking my meds
being 2 1/2 hours late for curfew
pretending to be one of my friends during roll call so she wouldn't be marked absent
playing with candles and fire with a friend
moving heavy furniture without help even though i have a bad back
being lazy about housework
letting strange men into my home when i haven't even met them or talked to them yet
playing strip poker with the boy next door
So what is your next move, Officer Spankalot?
I have received many many messages asking when I would be back and how Steven and I are doing. To answer your first question, I am back. As mentioned before, I am a student and my life is very busy but I still get on from time to time. Steven and I are great friends still. He is my mentor and I highly respect him. As of the last few months, they have been challenging with some personal issues going on but Steven is helping me with them and I am getting better. I will work on replying to all the messages soon. Also, I am potentially moving to another state soon. Considering Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky. Any opinions?
From my point of view, as a spanker, it’s a need to spank, similar to you getting a buzz from being spanked, I get a buzz from it, and it is a turn on, perhaps that’s more to do with what comes after the spanking.
It’s a very sexually charged experience, having a venerable, naked bum in front of you, and the spankee waiting for the first spank, as they cannot see when it will come I think the experience is also heighten for them.
I do have a desire to spank, is that the same as needing to or wanting to, I suppose it is, then on the other hand not wanting to inflict pain on the person being spanked. Of course there will be pain, as that is what I am doing, due to the physical act of striking their bum, but there has to be a balance between giving pain, as this is what the spankee wants/needs, against causing un-necessary pain to them.
I think from both parties it’s a shared need/want, as long as you have that, it becomes a pleasurable and rewarding experience.
After my last blog I feel the need to speak of happier times so I'm wondering what was the best day of your life (other than being born, getting married or becoming a parent)?
Mine happened to be at work at the best job I ever had. It was one of my internships. I was working at my local probation department. That was a fascinating job. There was never a dull moment. It was also eye-opening to see the amount of people who I knew who were on probation for something. There was my insurance agent, someone who never got in trouble at school and had a "goody-goody" image, someone who bullied me relentlessly when I was in middle school, an ex-coworker and an ex-boyfriend to name only a few. My fellow coworkers made me feel smart, needed, respected, admired and appreciated. I hated having to leave there. On my last day there one of my bosses told me to go into a room that I hadn't ever been into before and listen to the beginning of some cassette tapes from court to be sure that they had actual recordings on them. I did that and was really focused on doing that when all of a sudden all of my coworkers started coming into the room with refreshments. I told them I would go someplace else that was out of their way so i won't disturb them (and they wouldn't disturb me). They all stopped and stared at me and my boss said, "No. Don't leave. This party is for YOU." I was stunned and speechless. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I had bridal showers and a baby shower but my mom always accidentally slipped and ended up telling me about them. So I wasn't surprised by those. But this time I was. One of my coworkers came over to me and handed me a card that was signed by everyone that worked there. Inside that card was a gift certificate for $200 for my local mall. I definitely didn't expect any of that so I had no idea what to say to everyone. I wish I had the presence of mind to tell them how much I love them and loved working there but I was too in shock to think of anything to say other than to say thank you to all of them as a group. My boss told me to be sure and use that gift certificate on something for *myself* that I could really *use* so I ended up getting a portable dishwasher that still works today even though it is almost 15 years old now. What a wonderful surprise from a wonderful group of people. That was one of the best days of my life and I will never forget it or them.
...ready for my bedtime spanking. brightly striped boys cotton underpant briefs size 8/10. the stripes make them ideal for public showings under thin lightly colored shorts. don't ypou think that a little panty sissy that likes to show his underpants around deserves a good spanking? also, the pajama bottoms say: "yeah I know, go to my room" (where hopefully I'll be getting the spanking I deserve).
We had almost an hour yesterday afternoon before our dinner guests were due to arrive, so MsDazi asked if I wanted a quick spanking. Of course I did, so I ran and jumped into a punishment outfit of black stockings and garterbelt, white nylon panty-briefs, and my purple chemise and joined her in her bedroom. My panties were down to my knees and her leather strap was lighting my bare bottom on fire when we heard the doorbell ring and voices on the front porch.
Of course, it was one of our guests arriving early and worse yet, he had his young daughter in tow. MsDazi ran interference so I could get back down the hallway to my room and get changed. They didn't see anything, but it was touch-and-go for a bit. Probably a good thing because it wasn't long before ANOTHER early-arriving guest showed up.
Dammit, what part of "After 3:00 PM" are you people failing to understand?