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Hi my name is Colleen! I am by nature a submissive person. It never occurred to me that there was a real world where spanking consisted of an actual dynamic between people. While I have always been interested in spanking, it is only in the last few years that I have begun living out my fantasies with roleplay and my hairbrush as a partner. I am a bit befuddled at the many of you that there are and look forward to hanging out with you and learning more about the spanking world. I can't believe people actually talk about this! I don't have to live my fantasies in secret anymore apparently....

I feel like you got off lightly for a speeding ticket, but awesome for her taking charge. I sure hope you don't speed again!

It's been a week now. My wife spanked me for raising my voice to respond to her.

Yeah the only thing I'll add to this is that while there's nothing wrong with having this type of fantasy, it is deeply immoral to go around presenting it as a real life situation. Faux parental figures are common enough in spanking roleplay/fantasy. The problem isn't your fantasy/desires, it's how you're presenting your situation to other people. Someone fantasizing about their dad spanking them naked? Totally fine. Someone falsely posting that they're 16 and their dad spanks them naked? Not fine. Again, the problem isn't the fantasy, it's presenting your fantasy as a potential real life abuse situation that's going to get people like me and Bramble concerned about what's really going on.

Yeah, that gets into where I'm saying there's post hoc rationalization. My guess if someone goes on a rant about trump/conservatives, it's probably because they identify spanking with a traditional, old fashioned way of doing things. That's the "bad" side in the tribal bit of their brain and they construct a reason for why it's bad after. Kind of a sucky aspect of human nature and all you can do is notice when you're doing it yourself and to push against that instinct.

What I'm trying to get at is that lot of the time disgust comes from an inherently instinctive and illogical place. The reasoning people have for it is usually post hoc. Doesn't justify their actions, but most people don't have any more control over what they find disgusting than we have control over what we find enjoyable.

I'd caution you against the tendency to psychoanalyze anyone who has an opinion you disagree with as them just being insecure. It can be the case, but in my opinion most of the time it isn't. The disgust response/reflex to certain things is pretty normal, and most often doesn't come from insecurity or deeper psychological issues. Sometimes people just think something is gross and can't relate to those who do. Part of the conversation about being more accepting of kinks also has to include being accepting of people who find that kink distasteful. Neither party chose to feel the way they did. It's fine to have niche fetishes, and it's also fine to find those niche fetishes gross. The important thing is to not let that gut reaction you have completely color your perception of the person, or change how you treat them.

I think spanking during sex is pretty normalized, along with light bondage stuff. Where you get into shaky territory is spankings to tears, and any sort of genuine disciplinary dynamic. That's where you might lose the average normie and they might start thinking you're abusive/an abuse victim.

Thank you for sharing. My husband spanking me is mostly about discipline. It has been for 15 years and counting...but the last few years we have experienced these kinds of wonderful erotic and intimately..."glorious" moments as well. I just want you to know...it keeps getting better 😀😀.

Hi! My name is Amy, 22, and I am a spankee roleplayer up for fun. I have done this on a small scale for a long time but exploring my options a bit more. This looks like a fun place to hang out! Just wanted to say hi and have an awesome day!

“You’re getting a spanking when we get home.” Gemma’s heart leapt into her throat, and she did her best job to study the floor. “That’s not fair.” “Look at me.” Gemma pouted, keeping her eyes firmly on her feet. “Do I need to repeat myself?” John said casually, a faint edge in his tone. “No sir…” Gemma whispered, rolling her eyes at the floor before looking up at John. She knew exactly what would happen if he had to repeat himself. Totally not fair. “You know it’s fair.” John said as if he were reading her thoughts. “How many times have I told you to put stuff back in the aisle where you found it?” “A lot.” Gemma said, pouting and biting her lip. “And how many times should I have to tell you to do something?” “Once, sir.” “That’s right. Now, you’re going to put those apples back where you found them. And when we get home, I’m going to make your bottom match that exact color. Understood?” “Yes sir…” Gemma grumbled, slowly replacing the fruit where she had found it on the shelf. She finished, then slowly walked back to john. “Can we go now?” “That eager to get your spanking?” “I just want it over with.” “Sure. There’s just one more thing we need to pick up. You’re going to go pick out a nice, sturdy bathbrush for me to use on your bottom when we get home.” “But… But…” “That’s what I’m going to use it on, yes.” John said, grinning wolfishly. Gemma scowled at her feet. “You’re so mean!” She said suddenly, glaring up at him. “I barely did anything!” Time stopped for a second. Oh shit, Gemma thought. How loud had she said that? Nervously, she glanced around the aisle. People were staring at them. And then her gaze swung back to John. One look into his eyes told her everything she needed to know about what was about to happen. “Wait.” She squeaked fidgeting with her hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that!” “Oh, you’ll be sorry.” John said ominously. Gemma found herself being lifted in the air and tucked firmly under his arm. “Wait, wait wait wait!” She squeaked in a panic. “At least wait until we’re back at the car!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! John’s hand came crashing down on the seat of Gemma’s skirt. She struggled and swung her feet, but to no avail. “Jooohnn!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Owwww! John!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! After a third barrage of smacks, John mercifully relented for a moment. Gemma blushed furiously as she dangled helplessly under his arm. “Gemma, why are you getting a spanking right now?” John asked quietly, steel in his tone. She knew that tone all too well. “John please can we just go out to the car? This is so embarrassing, everyone can see- “ WHACK! “Everyone also saw you raise your voice to me earlier.” John said firmly, continuing to smack her bottom. WHACK! “And everyone also saw you acting like a total brat in public.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “So as far as I’m concerned- “ WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “If you were so worried about the embarrassment, you should have thought of it earlier.” WHACK! “Before- “ WHACK! “-You caused a scene.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Gemma squirmed and writhed, kicking her legs wildly with each smack. Her face was burning red with embarrassment. John had never spanked her quite this publicly before. He’d threatened to, sure. But this was a whole new level of embarrassment. “Now, I’m going to ask you again.” John said gently, with a few threatening taps to her bottom. “Why are you getting a spanking right now?” “I, uh…” Gemma stumbled over her words, desperately looking for a way out. “I’m not going to stop until you’ve learned your lesson.” John said, finality in his tone. “You already made me repeat myself once. Do I need to do it again?” “No sir!” Gemma squeaked, finding her voice. “I’m getting spanked because… because I didn’t put the apples back where I found them.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “And?” “Because I raised my voice at you and caused a scene in public.” “That’s right.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “How many times have I told you to stop leaving messes behind in stores?” “A lot…” WHACK! “That’s right.” John said quietly. “And how many times should I have to tell you?” “Once, sir.” Gemma squeaked, barely able to speak through her immense shame. The whole store wasn’t just seeing her getting spanked, they could also hear John giving her a lecture like a naughty child who had been caught stealing candy. “You understand then? Why I’m giving you this spanking?” “Yes sir!” “Gemma, how do all proper spankings of naughty young ladies take place? Oh god. Gemma thought, dread forming a knot in her stomach. He wouldn’t actually, would he? “Gemma?” John said, letting the unsaid threat of what might happen if he had to repeat himself again hang in the air. “On the bare bottom… sir.” Gemma managed to mumble out miserably. WHACK! “And do you think that you deserve a bare bottom spanking for your behavior?” Hanging there miserably under his arm, Gemma gave the only answer to that question she knew. “Yes… Yes sir.” Immediately, she felt John’s rough hand flip up her skirt, and then slowly drag her panties down to mid-knee. A few onlookers gasped in shock. Gemma was certain she heard the click of a camera. Still carrying Gemma under his arm, John walked over to an empty milk crate. “This’ll do.” He mumbled to himself, setting his left foot on top of the crate. Gemma found herself gently draped across the raised knee, bottom raised high in the air. “Hang on. This shouldn’t take too long.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! John immediately began a barrage of fast, hard smacks to Gemma’s bottom. The sound of each smack echoed like thunder through the store’s aisles. It wasn’t long before Gemma’s wails of pain would join them. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “WAAAHHHHH OWWWW OWWIEEEEEEE” For the next ten minutes, John methodically and firmly tanned Gemma’s bottom and thighs with his hand. It didn’t take long for her to be reduced to streams of tears as she dangled over his knee, hands desperately gripping his jeans. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “WAAAHHHHHHH! WHAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Satisfied with the reaction he was getting, John relented- gently rubbing her reddened bottom as she sniffled and sobbed. It normally took a lot more to get her to tears. The embarrassment of being spanked in public was clearly driving the lesson home. “I’m sorry sir.” Gemma sniffled out weakly between her sobs. “I bet you are.” John said, a hint of mirth in his voice. “But we’re not done yet. Not even close.” Gemma broke out into a fresh set of sobs upon hearing this. John patiently waited for her to finish, then gently helped her up to a sitting position on the crate next to him. “I’m really, really sorry.” Gemma said sincerely, staring up at him through tear filled eyes. “I know you are.” John said, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb. “How many times have we dealt with this issue?” Gemma sniffled and stared at her feet. “A lot.” “That’s right. Each time you say you learned your lesson, but then you keep misbehaving.” “I know…” “So, we’re going to make sure the lesson really sinks in this time, okay? That way we won’t have to deal with this problem again.” Gemma looked up at John, eyes swimming with tears. “Thank you sir- I’m- I deserve it.” “Good girl.” John said gently as he caressed her head. “Now, I’m going to go get that bathbrush.” Gemma nodded silently and broke out into fresh sobs. “You’re going to bend over and touch your toes, right here where everyone can see you. And you’re going to stay like that until I get back. Understood?” Gemma nodded, her eyes squeezed shut in shame and embarrassment. “When I get back, I’m going to blister your bottom with that brush.” She nodded again as fresh tears streaming down her face. “Yes sir.” “After that, we’re going back to the car. You’ll get the capsaicin cream and sit with your bare bottom on the straw mat all the way home.” John paused for a moment to let the words sink in before he continued. “As soon as we’re home, you’re going to have a nice hot shower to heat your bottom up some more. And after that, you’re going to wait bent over the bed for a good long strapping with my belt. Understood?” “Yes sir.” Gemma sobbed, the tears now flowing freely again. John helped her up from the crate. “Now, you’re going to bend over here and wait for me to come back with the bathbrush.” Gemma obeyed, allowing him to guide her into position. She grasped her ankles tightly as she bent over, bottom in the air. John tapped her leg gently, and she obediently widened her stance. “Good girl.” John said, rubbing her bottom gently with one hand. “Now, I want to make sure this doesn’t happen ever again.” He grabbed the hem of her sweater and slowly pulled it up over her breasts. Gemma gasped, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “This is what you’re going to get from now on if you misbehave in public. Understood?” “Y-Yes sir.” “You stay just like this until I get back with the bathbrush. And while you wait, I want you to think about how embarrassing it is for you to be bent over like this, exposed for everyone to see. I want you to think about how your unacceptable behavior got you here.” John tapped her bottom. “And I want you to think how sore, red, and hot this bottom is going to be by the time I’m done with it. Understood?” “Yes sir.” “I’ll be right back.” John said, and then firmly strode away down the aisle. Gemma was left in position, hopelessly exposed to the eyes of the public- awaiting his return with the bathbrush for the next part of her punishment.

I was born and raised in the south with traditional values, though I was never spanked, much to my detriment. I was raised in the LDS church but have recently become Orthodox. I'm 43 years old, though I look young enough to still get carded, searching for a woman - preferably younger - who is Christian or who is open to it (any denomination is fine, but please consider my faith), who is still a virgin, as I am, with no "body count", who wants to serve God, who wants a family, who believes in old-fashioned values and Biblical principles but I feel more and more that doesn't exist anymore. Sometimes I think I'm not just a dying breed, but already dead and buried.

I've never been spanked as an adult but fantasize about it constantly. I'm wet just typing this. I am a bad girl most of the time and would benefit from an OTK spanking by a mature man or woman.

Welcome and I have always loved the name Colleen.

Welcome! Hope your befuddlement turns into delight! You’ll find some terrific people here. As already mentioned, do read up on staying safe in the safety section. When you’re feeling more comfortable, accepted, and inclined to share, I’ll be looking forward to learning more about your fantasies, desires, and needs.

Kirstie Alistair rushed through her front door, eager to get up into her bedroom without being spotted by her mother, Julliet. As she strode past the living room her heart sank as she heard her mother close her book and call her towards her. Entering the main living space, she found her mother placing her glasses on the table, sitting cross-legged and visibly upset. "Before you say anything, mum" Kirstie said defiantly, "I'm only 45 minutes late. The bus was-" "I don't want to hear your excuses" her mother retorted, "please take a seat. We need to have a talk." Kirstie sighed, and took a seat on the sofa across from where her mother was sitting. "I'm afraid this little talk is going to be uncomfortable for you", she started. Kirstie rolled her eyes. "It's not about the lateness, or your attitude, or your school performance, frankly it's all the little things" she said, to her daughter's chagrin. "And it's gotten to the point where I can't ignore it any more. You're not going to like what you are about to hear, but I've decided that starting from now, I'm going to introduce smacking as a deterrent, and form of punishment for you." Julliet waited to see Kirstie's response. No words were forthcoming, but Kirstie looked flushed and utterly shocked at those words. "It's high time that you started to show a little respect, and I intend to enact this new regime starting right now." Julliet placed a hairbrush on the table. Kirstie's mouth was agape. "I know it's very late in your life to start smacking you, but I've ran out of options. I'm going to smack you tonight, and see what impact this new arrangement has on your behaviour. If you are smart, it will be the first and last time I ever have to do it. If not..." Julliet looked down, and then back at her daughter. Kirstie stammered as her heart raced. "You... you can't be serious, mum" she whispered. She couldn't even bear to say the words. "Oh, I am serious" Julliet shot back. "However", her mother conceded, "since this is your first time, I'm going to explain the process very carefully. I don't want to put you under any undue distress" she added, cautious not to overwhelm her daughter in this delicate moment. "I would like you to come over here and stand next to me" she said, signaling the spot to stand. Kirstie was frozen. She wasn't sure whether to run away, or whether she should submit herself to this humiliation. Julliet glared at her. For the first time in a long time, Kirstie decided that it would be easier for her to be compliant than to rebel. Kirstie shuffled over towards her mother, still unsure. "That's better" Julliet said softly, as Kirstie stood directly next to her. "Now, I'm going to take your trousers down to your ankles" Julliet said assertively. Kirstie stood still like a statue as her trousers were unceremoniously lowered, and she could feel the coldness of the air running up her legs. As she stood there in her navy t-shirt and white cotton knickers, Kirstie wanted the world to swallow her up. Would she really stand there, shocked and humiliated, and simply let this happen? As the thought came into her head, her mother was already gently marshalling her daughter across her lap. "I need you to lie over my lap now" she said, as her daughter was already being draped over her knees. "That's good" she reassured her, with her daughter now firmly in position, with her bottom up in the air and arms dangling in front of her. Kirstie only now started to protest. "This isn't fair", she whined softly. "You can't spank me at this age, I'm too old." Julliet swallowed. She started to explain the process in more details. "You're not too old to get a firm and long-overdue spanking, my dear child" she scolded. "You need to learn who is charge here, and there is no more quicker or more appropriate way than this" she continued. "I know that you are feeling ashamed right now, and this spanking is going to hurt you, but it's for your own good" her mother added, as the weight of the situation finally became apparent to Kirstie. Kirstie was quiet, before pleading, "please don't smack me, mummy, I promise I'll be good." Julliet took that as her signal to begin. "Don't be alarmed", Julliet said, "I'm going to take down your underwear. I am going to be smacking you on the bare bottom today and in future, for your own safety." Kirstie gasped as she felt her panties being pulled down. She suddenly felt truly exposed, vulnerable and embarrassed. "Please don't do it on the bare" she protested, to no avail. Julliet slowly picked up the hairbrush. "I'm going to be using this hairbrush to administer the spanking." Kirstie was begging inside for this to finish as quickly as possible, and did not appreciate the step-by-step breakdown of what was happening, but knew to keep quiet. "Once your bottom has been soundly smacked, I will finish with using my hand. This is to make sure that you hear my words clearly. You will not be allowed off of my lap until I say the punishment is over, do you understand?" Kirstie nodded. She was choking up too much to respond. "That's good. Then your punishment will start." Julliet lifted the hairbrush high up into the air, and brought it down with a thunderous clap. "Owwwwwwwwwwieeeee" Kirstie moaned, as her head shot up and she clasped her hands. Julliet felt no sympathy for her. Instead, she brought the hairbrush down again on the other cheek. Kirstie yelled out loud. "IT HURTS! she screamed. Her mother pushed her hand on her back firmly. There was going to be no let up. Another hard smack came down. "Oooooooooouccchhhhhhhh" Kirstie cried. Julliet quickly landed the next hard smack. Kirstie yelled again. She had forgotten, or didn't care, if anyone else would hear her. "PLEASE STOP!" she screamed, as another firm smack of the hairbrush reddened her backside. "I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD" she started begging, as the smacks rained down on her. Julliet had a determination in her that would not be stopped. She finally had her errant daughter showing remorse for her behaviour. Julliet continued with more hard smacks to her daughter's sorry behind. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Kirstie cried, the first tears starting to form. She started to kick her legs, but her trousers had bound them together. "We're not over yet!" Julliet shouted above the yells and smacks, as Kirstie tried to move her hands to cover her bottom. Instead Julliet simply smacked the palm of her hand, and they were quickly removed. "WAAUGH" Kirstie cried, utterly defeated. Her mothers' relentless smacks continued apace. Kirstie started sobbing and crying her eyes out as each smack landed more painfully than the last. At that point, Julliet's arm stopped mid-swing, and she observed as her embattled daughter lay limp over her lap, crying to the heavens, her crimson-red bottom a testament to the ordeal she had to endure. She gently placed the hairbrush down and let her daughter wail and cry. When Kirstie's crying finally started to subside, Julliet started to admonish her. "You've been such a naughty, naughty girl" she chided, accompanied with smacks of her open palm. "You have richly needed this" she added, punching each key word with another slap. "From now on, if you choose not to behave or observe the simple rules I set, you're going to find yourself with a VERY sore bottom" she added, continuing to smack her. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?" she added, stopping the slaps. Kirstie bawled. Julliet resumed smacking her. "YES! YES" Kirstie yelled, tears flowing down her face. "Good", Julliet concluded. "You may stand up whenever you are ready" she said softly, pulling her underwear back up. Kirstie pushed herself off immediately. Unfortunately for her, Julliet was not finished. She grabbed her daughter's arm fiercely. "Now, I am going to take you to the corner of this room, and you are going to stand there for ten minutes to reflect on why I had to smack you tonight" her mother said firmly, leading her daughter with her trousers still down. "Don't even think about getting dressed yet" she said strictly. "If you try to leave, you'll be back across my lap in the blink of an eye and then back into the corner for half an hour, do you understand?" Kirstie sniffled. "Yes, mummy" she whispered, holding back tears. "Ten minutes" Julliet replied, pointing to her watch. Those ten minutes seemed to last an eternity. All Kirstie could think about was the radiant heat emanating from her backside, and the glowing pain that she was sure could be seen through her underwear. She started to think about what had just recently transpired. How she must have looked, bent over her mother's lap, screaming and crying like a child. She imagined the embarrassment if any of her neighbors had heard the commotion. She was now 'one of them' she thought. A smacked child. She wondered what this meant for the future. Would her mum ever smack her if guests were around? Her face went beetroot read at the thought. What would her friends at school think if they found out? Yet, strangely, the warmth coming from her bottom made her feel oddly taken care of. Like a huge relief had just washed over her, and she didn't need to pretend to be anything other than her mother's only child. Getting smacked was a new reality that also brought with it a new standing. Perhaps she needed boundaries and consequences to put the whole maddening, troubling world into perspective. In a perverse way, she was glad that she had been smacked after all her rebellion. Maybe it was just the thing she needed all along to clear her mind. She started to remember the scolding her mother had gave her while using her hand to apply the final touches to her punishment. She thought about all the times leading up to today where she had deliberately disobeyed her. Each smack felt like retribution for something she had done in the past. It felt good to know that, finally, the slate was clean. It felt natural to apologize in those moments, she thought. There was something about the experience of being face-down and on the receiving end of a spanking where there was nothing to hold back her emotions. In a confusing way, she felt like she needed that avenue to cry it out. She was genuinely sorry for all the stress she had caused. Perhaps all the frustration of being grounded could be avoided by just submitting to a spanking. She had at last understood her relationship with her mother. Standing in that corner, her pride eliminated with a clearly punished bottom on prominent display, Kirstie was finally at peace with herself. Once the ten minutes were up, her mother came back into the room and sweetly told her it was all over, and she could pull her trousers up and go to her room if she wanted. To her surprise, Kirstie gave her a big hug. Julliet held onto her daughter as tight as she could. "I think everything is going to be okay", Kirstie told her. Julliet smiled, and watched her daughter traipse up to her room. As door closed, Julliet poured herself a glass of wine, and breathed a sigh of relief. She confided in her closest friend what had happened over the phone. "Sometimes", her friend summarized, "all they need is a little time over the knee to understand the limits of acceptability." "Isn't that right", Julliet laughed. "You know, I have a sneaking suspicion that won't be the last time your Kirstie finds herself in that position" her friend chuckled. Julliet smiled, thinking about her little lamb standing obediently in the corner of the room after a long session over her lap. "I think you're probably right..." Julliet replied, taking another sip of her glass. ------ A month later, Kirstie came home with her report card. She watched with trepidation as her mother unsealed the envelope and read the report, sitting at the kitchen table. Julliet read and re-read the report, before emitting a sigh. "I was hoping for better, to be honest" she said calmly. Kirstie looked away. Julliet put the report back into the envelope. "So what are we going to do about this" she questioned, looking directly at her daughter. "Should I ground you for two weeks?" Kirstie froze. The words couldn't come to her. Julliet continued to wait for an answer. Kirstie's heart started to race. "I think" she said, uncertain. Julliet waited. "I think I need to be spanked."

It's good to hear that your wife holds you responsible for your actions and I do the same with my husband. The wooden school paddle I used on my husband is quite louder than a hairbrush and the results was a husband not enjoying his spanking,which was evident to the near by rooms. I little embarrassment along with a spanking is good for my husband ,when he deserves discipline. MS L.

Author's Note: There will be a second part for this coming in the future. Public spanking/exposure is a really fun idea I like to play around with in my stories. Sadly this sort of thing could never happen in the real world without serious consequences, so you'll just have to imagine this takes place in an alternate universe where such things are publicly acceptable. As always, feedback is appreciated.

Like I suspected I got paddled this morning. It sure hurt but I am afraid it was not long enough. Of course I was begging for it to be over too soon

What a coincidence... there's a 50-something-year-old guy in the same location with the same first name who has the same thing going on with his mother:

I love this type of dynamic. How good of her to take charge and keep you in line. Lucky you!

Apologies, elizabeth7, for taking this thread down an irrelevant rabbit hole with my comparison of the reluctance of women versus men to spank hard enough to hurt their partner. As I’ve thought further, I realize that the general propensities of either gender are irrelevant, whatever they might be. What truly matters is what you and your husband think and want. I suggest that you take the initiative to open up a dialogue with your partner about what he likes sexually. Tell him that you dearly love him and want very much to please him. Ask him to share what really turns him on and what things you could do to improve his pleasure. Use the skills taught in active listening classes such as good eye contact, positive minimal encouragers, summary paraphrases to be sure your understanding him clearly, etc. Don’t bring up spanking at that point and don’t get sucked into saying what turns you on, unless refusing to answer would hurt his feelings. Instead say that you’d love to talk at a future time about what really turns you on, but for now you want the focus to be on him and improving his experience. Then, concentrate for a few weeks on doing whatever he likes and check in occasionally about how he thinks it’s going (not after every intimate encounter and not just after—wait for a time when you can have a calm chat). Be sure to ask for feedback on how you can do better in pleasuring him. After you’re convinced that he’s really enjoying himself, find another relaxed time (not just preceding, during, or immediately following intimacy) to ask if he’s up for hearing more about what you like sexually. If he says yes, don’t bring up spanking first, but then, after telling him about other things that really turn you on, do clearly let him know you like it. Before you let him know how much you like it, check in with him to find out how he feels about spanking you. At that point a few probing questions may be okay, if he seems in a good place to talk further. Then, you can ask him whatever is really on your mind and heart. You can also tell him in detail what you’d like to try with him. Be clear that you want your life with him, including your sex life together, to be as good as it can possibly be. Emphasize that your flexible and want to find common ground.

I'm due another one probably will happen today for wandering away from her in Sam's Club over the weekend . She was pissed and when she caught up with me. I got the look and the lecture and while she did not come out and directly say it she made it clear when we got in the car that when she is in the mood. She plans on giving me a hard paddling for it.

I am still looking for my first adult spanking. Until that happens i will continue to self spank to help fulfill my deep feeling i need to be spanked!!

Sissymark, if you really are 19, a college student, and interacting with your mom as described, please go to the college counseling center and talk with someone about what’s going on. You’re at a crucial time in your life where you’re making important decisions that will set the direction of your adult life. The more wisely you choose, the better your life will be. The counselors there will listen, won’t condemn you, and and will help you make wise choices. Don’t wait or put this off. Although it may not seem that way to you now, folks here aren’t putting you down or rejecting you, they’re trying to help you. Please listen.

To be spanked to real tears. I find it hard to cry unless Im exhausted. I can get depressed when I'm totally exhausted and wishing she would finish wearing me out with her paddle

1) Convert as many vanilla females as possible to become ERs. Or if not a total conversion, then at least get them to try it, preferably on my butt 2) To be turned over Miss @Chawsee knee and get exactly what has been coming to me 😊

This brings back memories. I once made two redhead spankers very very mad in a session. Let's just say, I was a crying mess by the end of that session

Thank you for the encouragement.

Vanillas who I sense would recoil in horror, I say nothing to. Vanillas who are as vanilla as it gets who don't get it but also don't judge, they are fine. Interestingly enough, I've gotten a few vanilla females to spank me. Two actually converted to the lifestyle and the others didn't covert, per se, but would spank me if I asked them to. And I'm talking, me bent over their knees with my pants down. And they tore my rear end up. Maybe I just made them that mad the way I make spankers mad LOL

This. And if this is actually happening, the fault lies with your mother. She started this when you were a child. You had no choice in the matter. You couldn't consent. Even now, the relationship dynamic doesn't leave you room to give meaningful consent. She's abusing you. If this were a fantasy being acted out between consenting adults, who are both equally able, within the relationship, to give meaningful consent, that would be different. As a real life situation, it doesn't allow for meaningful consent. You are the victim here.

If they have a tangible argument to make as to why they are repulsed by what we do, well, I can speak to that. But when it's just glib, circular reasoning, which is almost always the case, that's different. If I ask them what their objection to this lifestyle is and they go off on an anti-Trump rant, which obviously has nothing to do with our lifestyle, then it tells me all I need to know about them.

If what you described is something that actually has/is happening with your real mother, then you were abused/groomed. I have to stress that this isn't just my opinion, just an agreed upon fact based on all known/available psychological research. There's a whole host of things that go into making abuse victims feel like their situation is fine when it isn't. Assuming this isn't real, I don't think anyone here has a problem with you or your lifestyle.

Some very good points were made. I want to explore a more existential aspect. A friend of mine in this lifestyle has often said that, "Once you scratch the surface, everyone is into something." A lot of truth to that, but the deeper question is if they accept the "something." One of the local radio broadcasters came out a few years ago about his foot fetish. Makes sense, really. Radio was always a cutthroat industry and with broadcast radio competing with streaming services, he had to do something to keep his ratings up. Luring in the foot crowd by incorporating that talk track into his broadcast was a reasonable ploy. He has some of the highest radio ratings in CT, and while there are many who no doubt tune into his show in the hopes of hearing him talk feet, the question is how many pretend to be repulsed by that talk track if there are others in the car or whatever? Same with spanking or other "taboo" kinks. On an existential level, we are entering a phase in society where these aspects are seen as a potentially healthy form of human expression. Yet for those who cannot or will not accept their "something," the fact that some of us are at peace with our "something" becomes a threat. Even if they aren't a spanko, per se, the fact that spanking play, foot fetish, LBGTQ, etc. are being accepted means that people who are afraid to confront and perhaps accept their "something" may be forced to do so. So, to keep their "thing" closeted, they demonize others. What makes what we do "taboo" in the eyes of some vanillas is often a reflection of their "vanilla" desire to not accept whatever is beneath their surface, should it be scratched. Baiting insecure people is typically not a good idea, because the more insecure they are, the less rational they become, so earlier comments about knowing your audience apply. But the whole basis of the "taboo" aspect isn't in what we do, but rather, I would argue, that the "taboo" elements are a reflection of what others choose not to accept about themselves and the threat that normalization of lifestyles such as ours represent to their own insecurities.

Yeah, I'm going to work off the assumption that this post is just someone's elaborate fantasy. If it isn't a fantasy, then it's a particularly egregious case of child grooming/molestation and you should contact the police/mental health services. Either way, I don't think it's healthy to publicly/openly fantasize about having an abusive or sexual relationship dynamic with your parents. Which shouldn't need to be said, but I do understand how it can get a bit messy with how spanking fantasies often get tangled up parental figures.

Only asking because I am curious,….Was too careless with his Fetlife profile? As in making it public knowledge?

Spankings and dressing in women's clothing may be well accepted around here, but this kind of dynamic between a mother and son--assuming they really are mother and son, not just roleplaying mother and son--doesn't go over very well with many of us, to say the least. For most, maybe all, of us, spanking is some degree of sexual. That makes engaging in it with a family member (other than your spouse) as much of a no go as incest by the usual definition. Playing at parent/child spanking with an unrelated partner is one thing, but involving actual family members in your kink is entirely another. I'll stop here. If this isn't a fantasy, I'm on an entirely different page. Leaving it at that.

I think the same. People in general appear to be much more aware of spanking as a kink than when I was young and, with familiarity, it's not so strange. Smacking the buttocks as erotic stimulation is not a difficult concept to understand. Male dominance and female submission is not that far removed from traditional gender stereotypes, and though the sexuality was less explicit, men spanking women was entertaining to many in old mainstream media. However, if a vanilla person would be exposed to all that a serious discipline relationship can be as a chosen lifestyle in this day and age , and not just a superficial idea of "play," there is much there to challenge their ideas of what they've been taught to believe an adult relationship should be.

I'm wondering how many people would enjoy it if they tried it. I know a number of people who never even thought about it until that first smack. I was at a gathering of like-minded folks a few weeks ago and this woman was telling us about her first experience. She said another woman told her "You have a nice butt, can I spank it?" She thought it was kind of strange but she said OK. She said after a few smacks, she was hooked.

I recoil at the thought of security knocking or others hearing for that matter. The thought of being taken over Mrs.L’s knee, however, really does it for me. Her husband is an exceedingly lucky man!

Good point, Elizabeth. Many vanilla folks are also put off by the thought of giving or receiving pain.

I think that most people are fine with "spanking" as sex play, but they are thinking of an occasional slap on the ass in the heat of the moment, not the ritualized event that most of us fantasize about. I think it's the extreme we take it to, not the act itself and honestly, our obsession, that vanillas would probably think is strange.

You obviously have to know your audience. It's not something you discuss with just anyone, just like I won't discuss politics or religion with just anyone. I know someone who lost his job in education because he was too careless with his Fetlife profile and a couple of students came across it. I also know someone who lost her kids for the same reason. Anyone who works in certain fields, who is in a custody battle, etc. has to be more careful with what they advertise about themselves than others. And if someone like that is foolish enough to post facial pics and such on an adult website, well...that is on them. However, simply telling someone "I enjoy spanking" is pretty harmless and I don't know anyone who has ever had a problem with that.

Unless they're anti-gay and/or anti-trans activists and politicians. Plenty of those out there. If they're not attacking spankos, that's only because they don't have spankos on their radar. We're still mostly in the closet, not visible enough to be a threat. But people outed as spankos can and do lose their jobs, lose child custody, lose security clearances, lose housing, etc., and there are no legal protections. The same happens to LGBTQ folks in the absence of legal protections, and sometimes even with legal protections on the books. It's great if people in your life know you're a spanko and don't judge that on an individual level, but in the big picture, being open about it can be very, very risky. Some people are, in fact, spending a lot of time judging what someone else does, and have the power to make their judgment law.

I’m a 35 Yo F, looking for a daddy dominant, close to my age. Must be a spanking enthusiast, emotionally available, to develop a monogamous relationship. I like all kinds of spanking, fun, erotic, discipline, emotional release, maintenance… being scolded… If you are interested, please send me a message on FL: Arya98

I assume your mentor has required updates, and given that you have been late twice already, I expect you will face repeated periods of a few days of difficult sitting soon.

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Love puns! Thanks for sharing both your wit and sincere appreciation. Warmly (pun intended, too, of course).

From an article in Metro News, "A survey among 4,500 participants, conducted by Lovehoney, revealed that 75% of women and 66% of men like hands-on (bum) action in the sheets." That doesn't necessarily mean they're doing it regularly, but it does suggest that in any given group, such as your friends, there wil be those who like the idea.