Growing up, I gratefully never received a spanking with a switch. I had only read about them or seen it portrayed on old TV shows or movies. And in most cases it didn’t look that bad, based on the reaction of the actor receiving it (because it wasn’t really happening). That perception was my downfall in thinking it would be “neat” to get a switch for my wife to spank me with. An old school whuppin’ with a switch had a certain nostalgic charm to it for some reason. At the time of this brilliant thought…I had already gotten spanked with a couple canes. A traditional rattan cane and a white lexan cane that I now refer to as “White Lightning”. Both are about 3/8” in diameter and both are (or used to be…) the worst things to get a spanking by. When my Wife uses the rattan cane on me, she’ll tell me to “soak the cane” a day and a half before. That means I have to let the cane soak over 36 hours in water. During which time the cane absorbs some of it, it makes it more dense, heavier and flexible. Not to mention awfully harsh! Soooo…I figured I had taken the worse of the worst in regards to canes/rods and so a switch whuppin’ wouldn’t, couldn’t be any worse than either one of those. Waiting after the spanking: After I have spanked you, Missy, you will stand before me for a period of time, with your bottom exposed and you will be permitted to rub your stinging bottom during this period of time, Little Miss Smarting Bottom. You may ask me questions, once again, though you might not like the answers. Diamond-like tears that have streaked your lovely face may be wiped away, though they might start again sometime in the future and will not be permitted to be wiped away, at that time. Further Scolding will take place, as you need to be reminded verbally of the reasons I put you over my knees and gave you the hard spanking that you deserve for behaving like the naughty little girl that you are. I was terrified of having anyone know that I was being sparked and she said if I violated rules with other present that she would take me someplace and blister me even if others could hear. Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing. Our first Underground Spanking dinner party. Organized by a bubbly redhead known as Chef Steel, these parties feature three-course meals paired with wine, served on china and crystal by respectful staff who glide about ensuring the guests' needs are attended to.

Peggy and Donald told me that they’d spanked all their kids growing up, and that they’d all turned out fine. They were amazed that my parents didn’t spank me, and surprised that we didn’t have to take our trousers down for the cane at school. In the Grand Rapids Bible Belt, it was pants down for a spanking, whether at home or at school. Even so, at my school in London there was no question of being made to take even your trousers down when you misbehaved, so the possibility that my relatives might administer a birthday spanking in public across my underpants still gave me the heebie-jeebies! She was right, abuse had nothing to do with the fun that my wife and I watched. All we saw was openness and acceptance, a group in which a professional woman can go over the knee of a handsome man (and vice versa, actually) and everyone is happy for both of them. As for whether it will come out of the closet, time will tell. In the meantime, if you hear a clapping sound and a few squeals and giggles emanating from the neighbor's place, there's a decent chance they're not watching sports.De Neef., et al. (2019). Bondage-discipline, dominance-submission and sadomasochism (BDSM) from an integrative biopsychosocial perspective: A systematic review. That made me even more squirmy, as I thought ‘pants’ meant underpants, and so a pants-down spanking meant a bare bottom punishment. Later, of course, I learned that ‘pants’ in the US meant trousers or jeans, so at least you could keep some semblance of modesty.

Answer: Never. Firstly, I know I can be a handful. I also know I have aggressive personality traits. So when she has deemed it necessary to give me a spanking, I know that I’ve earned it, deserve it, and quite honestly need it. Then my cousin Leanne leaned over and whispered in my ear: “I haven’t had my turn yet.” As I zipped up my jeans, I allowed her to lead me into another room, where we were alone. I was elated and a bit tipsy. Leanne was much older than me – about 45, I guess, and quite solidly built. She seductively slipped me a 50 dollar bill, and said: “How about a special private little birthday spanking, in your birthday suit, honey-pie?”

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That was the first of many jokey and some serious spankings I experienced over the next few years in Michigan. They included one administered at church, after my now 18-year-old self and Kirsten, Leanne’s 17-year-old adopted daughter, got caught with cigarettes and alcohol. In Michigan, as in most states, it was illegal to drink alcohol under the age of 21.

According to a 2015 article, people may take part in BDSM activities such as spanking for nonsexual reasons. Blood vessels rise up like goose bumps when you spank the ass,” he explains. “Rubbing in between relaxes them and avoids bruising so the spanking can last longer.” I had sex with him the exact same way several times, but I decided to stop at some point. We had seen each other too much. He knew what my butt looked like. There was no more embarrassment of being seen naked. Her favourite implements include wooden jokari paddle,her hand,a slipper,a large ovel wood harbrush,bath brush,birch ,and a very thin whippy school cane.but her most favourite is actually the cane,which I have experienced on important discipline matters. And fully deserve,the strokes vary from 6 of the best but for more serious problems she administers a full 50 strokes tears flow sometimes and my bare bottom stings very much and throbbing,deep crimson,very,very sore indeed she often rubbs baby oil or cream to my tender cheeks during and after my spankings.Her methods are to administer a very authentic hard and long spankings just like my old headmaster administered I think he knew how much I wanted for him to bend me over his knee and administer a stinging

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He gave me about 30-35 spankings, and without wanting to get any more scabrous, I'm actually convinced that he came during that punishment (he was breathing heavily). When I was in my 20s I moved in with a women 12 years my senior. She was quite beautiful and sophisticated. I was living in her house and shortly aster moving in she began to discuss “rules of the house.” I was attracted to her and needed a place to stay so I listened and when she first said violations would be met with swift stern punishment. I felt a strange sense of titillation and I thought ok I will go along. She asked if I had been spanked by my mom growing up and when I said no, she said it showed. She lived in a duplex she shared with her aging mother and when she thought I hadn’t shown her mother the proper degree of respect she scolded me and listed a number of infractions that she deemed worthy of correction. We were in bed, still in those heady, lust-filled days of a new relationship. I really liked her, suspected that I might even love her, which meant I had to tell her the truth about myself. She sat up to listen, and I trailed my fingers over her thigh, eyes down, nervous as a teenager. I was 30 years old and for the first time in my life I was going to tell a girlfriend that I wanted to spank her. No, not wanted to, needed to. And I knew that telling her might mean the immediate death of our relationship, but I also knew we'd never be perfect together unless I looked into her pretty blue eyes and told this sweet, innocent, beautiful woman that I had a spanking fetish.

Right at this moment I knew what was coming. I knew what was going to happen. He had already warned us that the worst punishment he could give to a really rude behavior (as fighting or cursing) was the bare bottom spanking (it was actually a rather common punishment used by teachers in our school). He had already threatened some of us (mostly girls curisously). At times, spanking was an obsession, and one made all the more torturous for the shame I felt harboring it. For more than 20 years I thought there was something wrong with me. I thought that if, by chance, someone else felt the same way, then they'd be a dirty old man with a grubby overcoat and bulging eyes. But I couldn't help it. I didn't choose to be kinky in this way, any more than a man or woman chooses to be straight or gay. The way I saw it, homosexuals had their closet and I had mine. Only mine was a lot smaller, and I was the only one in it. Penny sat on very cold stone, at first a yelp and then a wriggle, then settled her cheeks in for the duration. Tasha draped over the matronly knee, Penny, though bursting at the seams to begin, stroked the target of her frustration and admiration – the magnificent moon of her pal. So recalling some of the lesson learnt from this morning’s tutorial show, she raised her hand above those cheeks and whapped it down as first shot in an opening salvo. The barrage went on and Tasha did shout out, most satisfactorily “ow!, Oh!, Ah!, aaah” and of course then added “that hurts!”. It is an old line but time-served. Placed Over My Knees: After, what I feel is a sufficient time for you to reflect upon your misbehavior, and, for any questions that you might have, Little Miss High and Mighty, I will take you by the hand, or by your ear, and, guide you over to the chair, and over my knees. For you to become defiant, and/or rebellious will only add to your discipline. There will be plenty of time for your struggling, cursing, and expressions of outrageous indignation while you are being held firmly across my lap and as I spank your lovely bottom until you cannot sit down comfortably. So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice).Every week for many a year, Friday night to be exact, time of the Frobisher family spank. She would preside, magisterially, for all to see through kitchen window the panorama. Over her lap, hems, trousers and panties down, bottoms bare in the air receiving the benison of spanking palm, the household would go – including anyone else to hand. Now all right thinking followers of spank know the old saying that “all is fair when bottoms are bared and spankers are spanked, and all shall be well”. Mrs F followed this through. When she was done, her own cheeks were roasted and toasted in their turn, by the assembled company. It was quite a sight to see. Penny as neighbour had a first-class seat, over the garden fence. Stress relief: “Giving up control allows people in stressful jobs to escape and realign their minds for a while — the same reason people use drugs.” He directs me to crawl across his lap on the couch to assume the over-the-lap position that he explains is most common, since it allows for optimal control and connection to the spankee. (Other positions include: lying prone, bent over; under the spanker’s arm; through the legs of the spanker; and over the spanker’s shoulder, which Dr. Don explains represents that the spankee is his property.)