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  1. I’m in a mood. That kind. I sneak up on Mars and shoot an arrow into his heart. The red god roars with fury and springs to his feet. My arrow has touched the tender part of him. The part that he denies. The part that he needs to feel. It makes him go retrograde. A retrograde Mars is an extra dangerous Mars. I do it every couple of years, just to keep him on his toes. And then I run. Until he catches me, which he does very quickly. With one hand, he grabs me, gripping so hard that I know his fingers will leave bruises. With the other, he grabs my bow and quiver of arrows and throws them to the ground. Then he throws me over his knee and starts spanking me so hard and fast that I can’t catch my breath. He doesn’t have to bare my bottom first. I’m Cupid. My bottom is always bare. Mars is a hard, relentless, tireless spanker. When he eventually does slow the tempo of his spanks enough for me to breathe more than the occasional gasp, I start to cry. He pauses only once, to take off his tunic belt, which he does singlehanded, keeping me pinned in place with his other hand. I feel the movement of air as he folds it double and raises it. I hear a loud crack. An instant later, my already sore backside explodes in such tremendous pain that if I were not feeling it, I would not believe it was possible. I’m still processing that whack when the next one lands. And the next. And the next. And the next. And the next. I’m a helpless, sobbing, snot nosed wreck well before Mars stops. He drops me to the ground, where I continue to cry and shake, beside myself. I can’t think. I can only cry. When I finally do have a coherent thought again, it’s, “Right, this is why I don’t do this more often.” My next coherent thought is that I am literally not going to sit down for a month or two. My third coherent thought is the realization that Mars has broken all of my arrows. Again. That, I can do something with. I’ll tell you about it later. **** It’s much more fun when Venus spanks me. She obligingly does that if I tease her enough. I really like to tease her. “You know you’re young enough to be my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter, right?” I said to her once, when we were fooling around, she in her usual costume of a mature, voluptuous woman and I in the form of a youth of perhaps eighteen years. We can take any forms we like, being gods, but her favorite game lately has been mother and son. With her as the mother, me as the son, and our activities ultimately being not at all family-like. “Watch it, young man,” Venus said, tapping a finger against my lips. That tone of hers, kind of stern but not really, made me squirm deliciously. “Oh, my bad, I forgot a few greats,” I said, exaggeratedly dropping my eyes. “It was what, four billion years, give or take a few billion, from when I helped make the world until you rose from the sea in your clamshell?” “Don’t make me get out the roses,” Venus warned. I stuck out my tongue at her and scooted just out of her reach. **** I’m Eros, Amor, Cupid. I’ve been around since before the dawn of time. I did indeed help make the world. Nothing lives, nothing comes into being, without Eros. Did you seriously think I was nothing but a baby? Did you think Venus was my real mother? You fell for our roleplay too. Knowing who I really am gives me plenty of fodder for bratting. **** Venus did indeed get out the roses. Popped them right out of her hand. As the goddess of roses, she can do that. Mortals, do not try this at home. For one thing, I doubt you can create roses on the spot. For another, they don’t make a good spanking implement for you. The petals will do nothing for the spankee. The thorny stems will rip the spanker’s hand to shreds. It’s different for us gods. Venus can hold the roses bare handed with no harm to herself. They came from her, after all. And what she does to the rose petals, when she creates them with the intention of using them on my bottom, makes them satisfyingly stingy. I “tried” to fly away, but not that fast, letting Venus be quicker. She had me over her knee and was spanking me with sharp spanks, in a nice, even rhythm, in a matter of seconds. Being in that position made me want to take my littlest, most cherubic form. So I did. All the better to be spanked in. The roses turned my bottom nice and rosy. Venus commented on it, running her fingers sensuously down my nether cheeks, during a brief pause from the spanking. The coolness of her touch against my now pleasantly burning bottom sent me into ecstasy. “What a beautiful bottom you have, my boy,” she said. “Lovely and red. But perhaps it needs a little more color, hmm?” With that, she picked up the roses again and brought them down on my backside with a hard crack, making me start and yelp. She’d made the roses harder, so they felt more like a thuddy paddle now. An especially painful thuddy paddle. The rest of the spanking hurt more than the first part. It hurt considerably. But I was so turned on that the pain, great as it was, was also pleasure. **** Venus doesn’t always spank me with roses. Sometimes she just uses her hand. Sometimes she uses other implements. There was the time she caught me “stealing” rosewater from her boudoir. I did it very deliberately and brazenly, so she’d know exactly what I wanted. She didn’t disappoint. Right away, she removed the leather girdle from around her waist, scolding me for my thievery, and, taking a good grip on me, thrashed my bottom soundly. Not as severely as Mars would have; she took measured strokes, just slowly enough to let me absorb each one before the next fell, but still, I was squirming and kicking and hollering like the child I often pretend to be. The child I was shaped as at the moment. “And let that be a lesson to you, young man,” she said, when she finally dropped her girdle to the floor and finished up by giving me several good swats with her hand. “I’ve learned my lesson, m’lady,” I sniffled, looking up at her. “I’ve learned how beautiful you are when you’re angry.” We both knew she wasn’t really angry, of course. But that compliment led to other things, which required me to shift into a more grown up form. With the welts of Venus’ girdle on my bottom, doing those other things was especially pleasurable. ***** Certain seasons are said to be especially potent for love. Springtime and a young man’s fancy, and all that. Or a young woman’s fancy. When the flowers are blooming and the bees are buzzing and the animals are running around in a frenzy, my arrows are flying everywhere, striking everyone and anyone at random. That’s because my arrows are flying at random. I’m not shooting them. I’ve dropped them. We start the game a little differently every time, but usually it involves me shooting an arrow at Venus (as if she needed one!) or making rain fall on her head, or making dirt throw itself at her, or making a flower sprout between her toes. Something only a god-brat like me can do. This being the season of new young shoots, it’s never hard for Venus to find a nice, supple, green switch to use on me. I always make sure there’s one close by. Her switching stings like I wouldn’t believe and turns me on like I wouldn’t believe. Agony and ecstasy rolled into one. Is it any surprise that I lose my grip on my bow and arrows? The power of Eros spanked with a stingy, stingy switch makes flowers bloom like mad everywhere. **** Only once did Venus and Mars and I all play together. Mars was at his mellowest that day, having just entered the sign of Taurus. Calm, stable Taurus after supercharged, militant Aries gives Mars a much needed rest and makes him much more amenable to others’ suggestions. Venus, meanwhile, was in secretive, sensual Scorpio, where she’s much more willing than usual to play on Mars’ terms. They had a nice mutual reception between them. Mars had a cuckold fantasy he’d been harboring for some time and wanted to act out. Venus was perfectly happy to play his cheating wife. I agreed to be the paramour, provided that the game would include the kind of “punishment” I like best. First Venus and Mars spent some private time together, doing I don’t know what, but I have a very good guess. Then Mars left, very conspicuously, loudly proclaiming that he had some highly important wars to start and didn’t expect to be home until late. That was my cue to “sneak” in, wearing my young man form. Venus and I got down, greedily and with some sense of urgency, which was compounded by her whispering at certain intervals that we must be sure to finish up before her husband got home, so he wouldn’t catch us. She obligingly provided my bottom with enough smacks to turn it warm and very pink, if not exactly bright red, and to nicely enhance the other delicious things we were doing. Finally, since Mars still hadn’t made his entrance, she blindfolded me to help keep things interesting. That was when Mars came storming in. “What are these, woman?” he roared at Venus. I heard the clatter of falling objects, and knew he must be dumping the arrows out of my quiver, which I had left by the door, accidentally on purpose. “And who is this?” I felt Venus’ weight lift as Mars pulled her off me. “Have you no shame? Playing the harlot while I slave day and night to provide for you and our children?” The sound of hand striking flesh and a cry from Venus told me that Mars was already making the scene physical. “Hush your wailing, woman!” Mars roared. “I will not have this in my house! As for you, young man…” his hand clamped down on my upper arm and he hauled me up, then threw me sprawling on the bed “...this is what you get for making a whore out of my wife!” Blindfolded, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel the stinging lash he landed on my naked bottom. And the next. And the next. Whatever he was using, it stung even more sharply than his usual belt. But he whipped me somewhat slower than he normally did, allowing me to absorb each lash before the next one landed. And he didn’t just whip my buttocks, but also my back and the backs of my thighs. The whipping was hard and punishing. It was also, at times, downright sensuous. I was in ecstasy. I floated away behind my blindfold, to where there was nothing but the stinging and then nothing but bliss. Eventually I became aware that Mars was no longer whipping me and had turned his attentions to Venus. Dimly, I thought that from the sounds, he must be giving her the same kind of punishment. It all ended with the three of us reconciling in a way that only gods can. I’ll leave the details to your imagination. ***** Right, I was going to tell you what I did with my broken arrows, the ones I was left with after Mars spanked me senseless and broke them. Cupid arrows are too precious to waste. I used them. Broken arrows don’t fly straight. They land willy nilly. And they have a very different effect from my straight ones. People hit with my straight, unbroken arrows fall in love, as expected. They desire someone. They desire to do with that person the things that lovers do. Your art and your movies and your popular discourse all agree on what those things are. People hit with my broken arrows develop other desires. They desire to do, or have done to them, the kinds of things that those who know only my straight arrows raise eyebrows at and snicker at and call perverted. The kinds of things I do with Mars and Venus. The very things I’ve been telling you about. A few of your artists got pictures of those things. They’d been hit by my broken arrows themselves. If you have read this story this far, and found it to your liking, you have received a broken arrow too. I hope it serves you well.
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  2. Been trying to thank everyone for the heartfelt thoughts on this topic. Haven't mastered responding to older comments but everyone's input is valued and appreciated.
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  3. Each individual and each "challenge" is personally & individually tailored. The goal is to overcome the habit in question. Habits, along with the level & longevity of the habit, is considered & then entered into the course of modification. All rules are negotiable, within reason of course, and at the sole discretion of [me 😁] the disciplinarian.
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  4. My EE moved in 3 weeks ago . I built a new house in a good neighborhood close to good schools ect. Housing and rentals are very tight in are area and essentially she would have to move to a shitty area where there's much more crime and drugs. So her and her son moved in with me and my son. I don't really need rules as she is my equal but every spanking she gets is more for a bad attitude. Exaple : yesterday her alarm went off at 730, she turned it off and went back to bed and her kid ended up being late for school. So this morning her alarm went off and she turned it off and tried to go back to bed . I told her to get up and get her kid ready. She started in on me about how my life is so easy and she had it so rough. I explained to her how she's living rent free in a house and has keys in her purse to a new SUV. Then I said f*** it. No more explanation and took her to the chair in our bedroom pulled her pants down and gave her a good bare ass spanking. 20 minutes later she is making me coffee with a smile on her face lol.
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  5. All rules between the ee and the er should be discussed ahead of time, esp if they are new together....be fair be honest....and above all respect eachother...and do what you say your going to do discipline wise
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  6. Thank you for sharing...I enjoyed your creativity in the story.
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  7. Rules need to be agreed upon. I decided not to further pursue with an online spanker when he made rules for me without my input and got downright creepy in other things he asked of me. He said I didn't really try it, and while he's right, I told him he got downright creepy. Then I blocked him from both here and Discord.
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  8. There are absolutely some universal expectations that are reasonable in a discipline-type spanking relationship. Stuff like honestly, respect, listening, communication - those are rules that I tend to expect regardless of the particulars. If those kinds of rules aren't followed then it's hard to have any kind of relationship at all, let alone one that involves discipline and spanking. At the same time, besides that in terms of rules for other kinds of behaviour it always depends on the specific person - nobody has the same behaviour, expectations, needs, etc... and every relationship is different, so you can't generalize too much beyond that.
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  9. This is going to be a repeat of what I already said in chat but here it goes. If I am someone’s Spanker then I absolutely tailor rules and expectations to what they need. If they are seeking accountability then they most likely know what they need. If not then it’s my job to see what they are struggling with and help them out. I only have one rule that I come with and it’s no putting your life in danger. Now if I am the spankee then I expect the same thing. I don’t want some pre established rules that the spanker just has had for the last spankee. Every spankee is different and we all need different rules. At least that is my own opinion.
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  10. So Pretty… lovely smile!
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  11. I enjoyed this story very much! Thank you for sharing ☺️
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  12. Bravo or Brava which ever you like. I enjoyed reading this very much.
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  13. To me just my opinion this would be off the charts creepy. No offense intended to anyone.
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  14. To my understanding, if it is not mutually consenting and without any form of coercion, it is assault or abuse and would be illegal (at least in the NE).
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  15. While there was a time when this site had a "How to ask your parents to spank you" link, I would advise against involving any family members. Sure, I've seen examples of stories where it works for people, and those are the exception not the norm. While I do appreciate the lack of ambiguity of a spanking, I would never let my father spank me again.
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  16. Thanks for sharing this, @countspankulot. I wasn't aware of it. And even though my schedule doesn't allow time for spanking fiction anymore, the spanking blogs and articles on real-life experiences are great. I appreciate quality content, which seems hard to find these days.
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  17. From the album: Spanknutt

    Fun times with LeighOTK
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  18. I will add my 2 cents ; I have dealt with depression most of my life, I have seen many professionals ( psychologists, psychiatrists, MSW’s etc..), tried several meds until one seemed to help. There has been many hours of reading self help books, 12 step meetings and so on. What I came to believe is that probably more than one issue caused these feelings,(duhh🙂) the one diagnosis was my depression is from ‘Learned Behavior ‘- meaning just that, I learned to survive using thoughts and actions that were not healthy which led to my issues. i never had the healthy discipline or guidance growing up that was necessary- though not really a bad kid however as some know growing up without accountability can cause problems such as not knowing about boundaries, lack of necessary goals to reach, feeling that I had no direction in life as an adult ( like a ship with out a rudder, it’s very difficult to stay the corse in life) I sought for several years a Female Material figure that I could feel comfortable with that was wise, understanding and was not sadistic. I have a few Female Tops as friends however it would never feel right because of prior circumstances. ( some feel that to regress to childhood is of no benefit) I began being a Mentor on the premise that I would be the Parental figure that I felt so badly that I needed previously, this seemed to help me figure out what I missed and what could have happened in my early youth and possibly avoided my thought pattern of depression. Things eventually worked out and I feel the experience that I gained with my own ‘recovery’ has helped not only myself but the ee’s, the females that were basically having the same issues as I had gone though that I understood and be compassionate as well as strict within reason. My point about this long read is that SOME depression can be helped by providing accountability for the lack of or sufficiently provided discipline in youth. Being held accountable for the behavior that leads to depression , the thoughts that lead to depression can build a healthy mindset which can ease or possibly eliminate the depression itself. Realize though a chemical imbalance is much different and should be dealt with using professionals, I encourage all with these issues to seek professional assistance and be very honest with them - it could be a matter of life or death. Been there, done that.. maybe I will find the maternal figure I seek but until then things are good. I am done now 😁
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  19. Anything you can do to make you feel better, do it. Spanking and being spanked can be fun, and make you feel better for the moment.
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  20. Be extremely careful with depression, so as to avoid compounding the situation by a spanking that doesn't work as you had hoped. It is useful to get serious depression assessed and treated by clinically competent practitioners with experience in the field. They should be able to determine whether the condition is functional or organic and proceed from there.
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  21. I worry about you, my friend. Please email me when you feel like this, okay?
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  22. I have depression as well as suicidal thoughts. No, spanking can't do anything for that. At best, it can cheer you up for a little while, but that's about it. I made the mistake of having a spanking session right after attempting to hurt myself. It wasn't the best idea.
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  23. I have only cum once DURING a spanking. Almost always after I am spanked. IA few times I have been required to cum BEFORE being spanked. That made me understand why my non spanko childhood friends who were spanked feared it so much!
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  24. I am calling your bluff Ms.5th 🙂
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  25. I agree with the comment about trust. I know married couples where one partner is not into spanking but allows the other to go outside of the marriage to get what they need. If she has a need and you get in the way, if could create resentment and drive a wedge into your relationship. It starts with great communication and then take it from there. To answer your question, I do not know of any support groups for this, however there may be something similar on Fetlife - there are thousands of groups there.
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  26. The last bedtime spanking I gave was at one of our weekends away. I'd talked to Olivia and she really wanted one, so I made sure she'd brushed her teeth, been to the bathroom and was otherwise ready for bed. I had her lie face down, and slowly pulled the covers down. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties, so I pulled the panties to just below her bottom and warmed her up with my hand. Then I stood and slowly removed the belt from my jeans... you all know that sound! I taped her with it, she knew what was coming, and starting spanking her with it. Not too hard to begin with, but harder and harder until I could see it was having an impact. I kept going, wanting to test her a little, and then after quite a few minutes I stopped. I rubbed her bottom, pulled up her panties, and tucked her in. Then I gave her a hug, kissed her head, and went to my own bed. Really, it was a spanking version of a bed-time book being read!
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