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  1. We're still virtual at my job, and I thought I didn't have any meetings today, so I put my OTK4U baseball cap on. Guess what? I did have a meeting. So, I figured I'd just leave my webcam off. We do that sometimes. Guess what? The leader of this cross-team meeting used to be on my team, and she got all sappy and asked us to turn our webcams on so she could see our faces again. And there I am wearing a baseball cap with an inappropriate logo. Okay, I've seen other guys in the virtual work environment twist their caps backwards, so, uh, yeah...I'll do that and then turn on my webcam. I mean, yeah, those guys were like 26 and I'm 53 going on 54, but, whatever. If they can do it, so can I. So, there I am, cap turned backwards, three days growth on my face and wearing a flannel that looked like it was from Seattle '93. But they didn't see the OTK4U logo! Because nothing gives my Gen-Z and Millennial co-workers more kicks than seeing my aging Gen-X ass on a Friday looking like I'm gonna leave work to do some airwalks and alley-oops to Blues Traveller and Gin Blossoms at the skatepark. All this, thanks to my OTK4U baseball cap!
    5 points
  2. The very start of my spanking fascination and kink started from a spanking that I observed in school... I was sent to a private "Christian" school when I was young. This school had corporal punishment at the time. I usually had to stay in the "after school" program waiting for my parents to get off of work and pick me up. One day I needed to use the bathroom. The bathroom was directly across the hall from the schools main office with the Headmasters office adjacent to the main office. While in the bathroom I kept hearing this "thwap" noise and some moaning and crying along with some adult voices. As I curiously walked out of the boys room I moved toward the head office and the noise became louder. The Headmaster office had its own door with a window on it that opened to the hallway. The window was covered with paper bulletins. As I approached the window on the door I noticed a very small gap between 2 of the paper bulletins. I peaked through and what I saw made a permanent impression on the rest of my life... There were 2 upper class girls bent over the Headmaster's desk side by side being paddled by the Headmaster while his assistant stood by his side and watched. I was only 7 years old at the time but my body reacted in ways that I was not familiar with at that time. From that moment forward spanking women was a fascination of mine. The simple word "spank" or "paddle" being said aloud or read somewhere would immediately take me back to that moment. I would imagine my mom's female friends, my babysitters, random women in public being spanked. As I grew older I gravitated to spanking pics, videos, and stories online. Then of course I started spanking my gf in college which has lead me to my spanking "resume" as it is now.
    4 points
  3. In my opinion no spanker should spank while angry. Send the naughty person to their room and wait while the spanker calms down. The anticipation of waiting to get spanked is almost as bad as the spanking itself
    4 points
  4. Hello Southern UK based mentor offering to help ladies who require guidance in post school guidance or careers advice. If interested get in touch.
    3 points
  5. Yikes! Absolutely not. Unless you both have open relationships, this is an automatic no-go anyway. But as woman, I can think of few things more awful than a male co-worker finding me online like that. It would mean I've basically just been outed, non-consensually, and it would have just made my workplace feel at worst very unsafe and at best extremely awkward and uncomfortable. Keep work at work and play at play. Mixing the two rarely ends well.
    3 points
  6. Personally I would just drop it. If she doesn’t respond then it’s safe to assume that she doesn’t want to talk about it.
    3 points
  7. My mentor warned me that I’d be getting a spanking tomorrow for slacking off. I am not looking forward to it. I am and I am not I guess. I’ve been lazy in my chores, I’ve been missing deadlines at work, I’ve been generally slacking… it’s well deserved.
    3 points
  8. 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.
    3 points
  9. 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.
    3 points
  10. If you are trialing out something with someone new -- one or two templated rules may help break the ice of things to see if the discipline dynamic is compatible (on both ends).If your looking for more of a mentoring/ discipline only dynamic and not a D/s; than the rules should be tailored to you, for you, and your needs. Not the Tops needs. Obviously there are deal breakers in every dynamic. If I was a Top in the scene of discipline I would not associate with certain behaviors and make those a dealbreaker/ rule if they struggled with them (and they wanted to change them) or I would not work with them. Ultimately it's up to the EE and what goals they want to focus on. I prefer tailed rules that my Dom puts time into creating; not a cookie cutter that has been used multiple times.
    3 points
  11. To me just my opinion this would be off the charts creepy. No offense intended to anyone.
    3 points
  12. Have you ever been spanked while another person or persons looked on? Inversely....have you ever witnessed another person or persons being spanked?
    2 points
  13. Don't proceed.
    2 points
  14. There are vanilla people who know about me, but no one at work, ever. I have a really good friend and I waited until I left the company to tell him about it. And here's the big thing to me - you said, "Would genuinely appreciate her spanking me." She is married, you are married, and you work together. I doubt anything good would come from that, but something bad might.
    2 points
  15. Fabulous advice. @insearchofotk20- You messaged her and she has not messaged back - so just drop it at this point. Continuing to message her would not be appropriate until she responds.
    2 points
  16. I know a few women in the spanko scene - there is a huge (and very justified) fear of stalkers and being "outed" non-consensually - if you're going to communicate and you know her real-life name and identity, either don't bring it up until she identifies herself on her own, or identify yourself early on so that she doesn't think it could turn into any kind of an unsafe situation. I know you would never do anything like that from the sounds of things, but it's something a lot of women have dealt with at some point or another in their lives and justifiably worry about. The number one thing that you can do as a guy into kink is make sure that whoever you interact with feels totally safe at all times.
    2 points
  17. My opinion from having been a middle level manager is DO NOT BRING THIS UP AT WORK. Can you be identified at all by your photo? If not tell her on fetlife that you work together. If she responds go from there. If not just forget about her. If you push it at work you may be looking for a new job.
    2 points
  18. It was a banner day for kinkster found objects.
    2 points
  19. I don’t let myself get away with anything. If I say 30 strokes, they’re going to be hard, even, and strict. If one isn’t, it’s repeated by two. It takes me a while to get through it, but I always remember the lesson.
    2 points
  20. I got it this afternoon. over his knee with the leather paddle. some things had been building up and it was time to clear the air. Really painful but good and just cuddling after.
    2 points
  21. Because this is a troll account 🤣
    2 points
  22. The last spanking I got was by the famed Ms. Chawsee herself. ❤️ 🥰
    2 points
  23. Then why do you post about your step mom spanking you until your panties are super wet ?
    2 points
  24. Are you using the correct account? You have your gender listed as female and your role as spanker. It's not clear to me how a cock cage would work on a female body, unless you're female identified but not AFAB. Assuming a cock cage fits your anatomy, it doesn't sound to me like it would be safe to have that part of you pressed against something while wearing one. That makes this a safety issue, not just a comfort issue. I hope you have room in your dynamic to raise safety issues.
    2 points
  25. This is absolutely not normal anywhere in the US, especially in the south. It's a fun fantasy. Who doesn't want to bare the bottom of a wayward woman and spank her at work in a terribly embarrassing way...or be forced to bend over and accept an unknown disciplinary fate...but it's all just fantasy. People in the working world have boundaries and very few people are willing to risk prison to redden a nice set of cheeks.
    2 points
  26. There's a line between anger and rage for me, though I'm not sure I can always define where it is precisely. Punishment as a consequence for genuinely unwanted behavior has been at the center of what draws me to spanking. Without the drama and emotion around it, the act of spanking is just sexual foreplay, which is fun but not really worth much thought to me. Punishment is not fun, but it's rewarding. The idea of it is exciting. I can understand why anyone would not want to go there. You must be wired for it. With punishment, the feelings of the spanker are concern for their partner's well-being and happiness and disappointment in their failure. Something causing harm to the relationship may fall under that umbrella. Depending on the circumstances, there may be anger about what their partner did (or didn't do) for good reason. A spanking is a serious expression of that concern, which may appear as anger, but is in no way uncontrolled or coming from a malevolent intent.
    2 points
  27. Perhaps OP was looking for voy forums?
    2 points
  28. There's a difference between anger and rage. Spankers must be in control of themselves at all times, even when angry. I feel that behavior that enrages spankers really shouldn't be dealt with by spanking in the first place, as many issues are too serious to be addressed with such unilateral power. At the very least, a spanker who is enraged should wait until he or she has calmed down before hitting someone he or she cares about. Even if that's what the spankee wants. As for anger, even though I have no adult experience with being spanked in anger, it's definitely on my bucket list! Perhaps I'm crazy, but I'd love to get spanked by a woman who is genuinely angry with me. Somehow it'd be even better if I disagree with her but accept it respectfully, perhaps without remorse. Lecturing and scolding are awesome, but they're most powerful when born out of genuine anger. Put me in my place and take me down a peg or two (but please do so with dignity)! While I might feel differently were it to actually happen, it's a frequent fantasy I think I'd like to experience in reality, that can't be faked in role play. Role play is fun, but if I were to find myself in a relationship with a woman who spanks me for role play, being spanked in controlled anger for real would be a neat thing to happen. At least once. 🙂 (or perhaps 😪)
    2 points
  29. Why would anyone not tailor the rules? Everyone's goals and objectives are different. And I concur that the rules need to be agreed upon. They are not my rules, they are our rules.
    2 points
  30. 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.
    2 points
  31. 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.
    2 points
  32. 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.
    2 points
  33. Agreed. And a "wave" of this stuff seems a stretch. Sounds like fantasy.
    2 points
  34. 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).
    2 points
  35. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
    2 points
  36. Unless the EE has said they want attention drawn to it, than no - you ignore it.
    2 points
  37. 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 😁
    2 points
  38. From the album: Really big spanking paddles!

    A disciplinarian friend sent me this photograph and said he had finally found a spanking paddle big enough to give my bottom a proper spanking!
    2 points
  39. I worry about you, my friend. Please email me when you feel like this, okay?
    2 points
  40. This is insightful and good for you for acknowledging your potential misuse of a safe word. For me, this highlights what we so often say here - there's no substitute for advanced communication and really getting to know your spanker/spankee. That way, you can relinquish the safe word and know they will read you and your reactions, and give the discipline you need.
    1 point
  41. As a spankee I actually really appreciate when my spanker doesn’t let me cover my bottom or interfere with my punishment. It might be a reflex, but so are a lot of my bad behaviors. Learning to control them feels really important to me and when the spanker doesn’t have expectations for me regarding them I feel like I am in some small way I’m control of my punishment. I will always try to put my hand back to see the reaction. When I have to keep my hands forward or stay in position or face further punishment it says even more clearly who is in charge and that when I misbehave, I will be punished and there is nothing I can do to change that. For me it feels really important for my spanker to take control even over what I want to do as a reflex so that I really do have to fully submit to them and their authority.
    1 point
  42. I'm going to twist the original post a bit in order to offer my opinion. The original post was "what should a woman wear...?" I'd like to offer my thoughts on "what would you like a woman to wear?", which is an entirely different question. What I enjoy a woman wearing has a lot to do with what kind of spanking is about to happen. If it's foreplay or fun, then anything goes - nothing at all, a little something, lingerie, etc. If it's meant as a "real" spanking for maintenance, discipline, accountability, amends, etc - then it impacts me more if she is dressed in street clothes, albeit a dress, suit, jeans, etc. I think in the same way that sometimes it actually makes you feel more naked to have on just a Tee shirt, or just socks, or your briefs pulled down - then it does to be fully naked, to me it feels ten times more vulnerable to be naked over the lap of a fully dressed woman. I will confess however, that in terms of preference - there's something about tight denim on strong legs that makes my knees a little wobbly...add boots or heels and I'm done for... ahhhh - to be spanked over the knee by a woman wearing full riding gear and tight jodhpurs!
    1 point
  43. I can't help but get wet during a spanking, no matter what kind of spanking it is. I would usually get really embarrassed and apologize for it, since it would get my spanker's pants wet and leave a spot. I do like being shamed a little bit for it, and like the idea of being played with mid spanking.
    1 point
  44. I always get wet during a spanking - whether the intent is disciplinary or erotic or stress relief or just fun. In a disciplinary session or other situation when the spanking is not meant to be erotic, I would expect my partner to just ignore it.
    1 point
  45. Since no one has offered an answer, I'll weigh in from my own experiences. Some ladies do show signs of arousal. If it's a disciplinary or maintenance session, I ignore it and continue. It's never been so messy that I have to put down a towel. If it's a roleplay spanking or some other type of fun spanking and we have an agreement to mention it (or we have established that type of relationship), I may incorporate it into the role play. "You seem to be enjoying this. Do I need to spank harder?" In short, it varies from person to person. But generally, for a serious spanking, it's ignored. There is even a possible exception to that rule. If a person craves embarrassment as part of a serious spanking, and consents, I may perform a "wetness" check and allow relief before continuing. But that is the exception, and like I said only with prior consent.
    1 point
  46. Ok I laughed 🤣.
    1 point
  47. " it's hard to feel like a badass...". While soap is a HARD NO. For me, as someone who also can be a badass...lol. I've been spiraley lately, kind of on crazy train of big mouth, not always professional and I don't care". Lately...I finally got the courage to tell my mentor ( I guess I DO care?) And am kinda sore, but still feeling badass. I have bronchitis or I'd do penalty exercises assigned by me. ( Sometimes I can consequence myself.)
    1 point
  48. Many of us spankos can relate to that fascination with painful discipline and our confusion over why we're wired this way. Some of the younger folks are finding their "tribe," and the answers they seek, when they first reach adulthood. But those of us who grew up without the internet typically find our spanking community later in life, if we find it at all. This seems to happen after a long and lonely journey of thinking there was something wrong with us. It sounds like your leaning is toward true discipline. If that is what you feel you need, it makes sense that you would crave a legitimately-earned penalty over the imaginary ones that we were describing upthread.
    1 point
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