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Seems like it's not a very common problem especially for us guys, but on a few occasions I felt like I was getting close to an orgasm during a purely disciplinary spanking (no genital stimulation). Has that ever happened to you? Should you tell your disciplinarian that you're getting close or just ignore it and hope that you don't pass the point of no return? I'm not sure as to how he might react if it does happen one day - and obviously for us guys an orgasm is messier than for girls.

Has anyone here had experiences being spanked for childhood antics you still felt guilty about? Something you know in your heart you shouldn't have done and never was properly punished for? Now that I found a spanker, a Dad, I'm in a position to have those things dealt with. He told me he's spanked others for real life childhood issues and they always felt better after. I look forward to that but not all of the rocky road ahead before reaching it.

I am a life long spanko. This interest goes way back to the days of looking up spank in the dictionary and any other place that might say anything about it. Spent many years in private interest then I checked out online and, amazing to me at the time, there were many, many people out there with similar wants and needs. I have been spanking bare bottoms for many years now, mostly one offs but also a few long term spanking / mentoring relationships. Those are the best as both parties become intimately familiar with the other's needs. I am hoping to meet new people with the same interests who need an experienced, caring but firm spanker. Mentoring to improve behavior and life results. spanking as punishment for real behavior, stress relief, role play or just a spanking because. Followed by cuddles if needed. Let's chat! Get to know each other and see where it takes us.

I travel KY, OH and IN, primarily SW OH, northern KY, and eastern IN, but do travel further. Have friends and relatives in Akron/Canton/Cleveland area that I visit now that pandemic is over. I am retired at 79 yrs. old and am a disciplinarian of mature ladies who are acting in ways that are possibly harmful to their health/welfare/social well being. Just as I am not too old to be giving a lady the spanking she needs, you, Young Lady, are not too old to be taken over my knees while I give you the long overdue, much needed spanking that you need or want. As long as you are in good health, this will be the case. Contact me for more information if you need to be spanked or if you know of a lady that needs to be spanked. And, yes, the finalization of the spanking may result in tears and will always be on your bare bottom. Thank you and I look forward to hearing from you.

Hello! I'm moving to Fairfax this summer and I'm looking for someone in the area to get stress relief and disciplinarian spankings from. This is not sexual for me so if your looking for a sexual component, kindly move along. I'm fully vaccinated and take COVID precautions. I'm looking for someone who is also vaccinated and is cautious about COVID.

Hello! I’m from Massachusetts. I’m 32, f, in real years, plus size, pretty. Really in need of a relationship where discipline is a focus. Would love to chat with some Daddies! (Though I’m not exclusively straight, so whomever). Can’t wait to talk.

I spank and discipline mature females, 40+, who still need a strict hand in their lives. I travel between Colorado and California via I-70 and I-15. I am old-fashioned and still like dealing with a woman who enjoys being submissive and obedient. I feel that things run smoother when a woman wants to have structure, accountability, and boundaries to live by. You are the type of woman who knows that if you break a rule, or show bad behavior you should be subject to immediate punishment. My pet peeves are women who procrastinate, are constantly late, text while driving, overspend, smoke, and keep a messy house. I have many years of experience in dealing with women on a consensual basis who want structure and control in their lives. I can be severe when you need it or if you repeat the same act of disobedience. I will spank you with my hand and implement as your behavior calls for. I believe that other forms of punishment are also needed at times. I only work with females and cannot host. If interested please contact Doc directly at cp4u2009@yahoo.com

Emily walked quietly down the darkened faculty office hall. She had been honored to be pledged by the Omega Tau Kappa sorority, even though a lot of the activities she had been compelled to take part in didn’t thrill her much. Having to eat her meals standing while the sisters ate sitting in the dining hall made her feel uncomfortably conspicuous, as did having to carry the sisters’ trays to the conveyor line and salute them as they went through the dishwasher window. But this assignment made her nervous—to slip into Professor Ross’ office and steal a copy of the midterm exam for the sorority files! Her stomach felt all knotted as she looked this way and that, sure someone would discover her. She tried to comfort herself by thinking how grand it would be to be one of the sisters at last. "Here’s the door," she breathed to herself, and slipped in. She pulled out the little penlight the pledge mistress had given her and began looking about the desk for the exam. But Professor Ross seemed to be one of those clean desk people. So she began looking in the drawers, pulling them out as quietly as possible, her heart racing at every little scrape. The exam wasn’t in the main drawer or the ones on the left side, so she began looking in the ones on the right. The light coming on froze her where she stood. "Well, Emily," Professor Ross rumbled, "fancy seeing you here!" "She looks just like a deer caught in the headlights," he mused, "as most of these sorority pledges do when they’re caught; I really ought to get in the habit of locking my door." "P-P-Professor Ross!" she squeaked. The knot in her stomach felt like a softball. "Now I’ve done it!" she thought. Stepping forward, he put his hands on the desktop and smiled. "It may be some small comfort to know that you aren’t the only young lady I’ve caught trying to steal an exam paper, Emily—or it may not. Either way, here you are!" he said, quietly but sternly, and added, "which sorority sent you here?" "O-O-Omega Tau Kappa, sir," she whispered, barely daring to breathe. "I should have known," he muttered, half to himself, "that one accounts for a lot of this sort of thing." Speaking a bit louder, he added, "By the way, thank you for not wasting my time by vainly trying to deny what you were doing." He reached for the telephone on his desk. "You realize what this means, of course. Cheating, or helping others to cheat, is an automatic expulsion offense from this university, and it will go on your record. Any other university sending for your records will be notified of it, and will probably decline to enroll you. This little sorority stunt will be the cause of your forfeiting your further education." The look on her face when he switched on the light was nothing compared to her present expression—she was almost literally as pale as a sheet of paper now. Her eyes looked as if they would pop from their sockets, as well. He knew what she would be thinking, and what she would probably say next. He was not disappointed. "B-but sir! Isn’t there some other way?" she moaned. She could see her parents’ faces, the anger, the disappointment, and the frustration with her, and she knew she couldn’t face that. Anything but that! "You realize, of course, that no school can tolerate this type of behavior, Emily," said Professor Ross. "We cannot allow this sort of activity to go unpunished." "Y-yes, sir, I know, but isn’t there something else, some other way than my being expelled?" Emily gasped. Professor Ross fought to keep a half-smile from showing on his face. "You remember that I just said a little while ago that you are not the first young lady I’ve caught doing this?" he said. "Yes, sir," she answered, nervously. "Well, after the first few, I’ve developed an…alternate way to handle this kind of situation," he responded. "One which, while much less than pleasant, has the advantage of remaining anonymous and keeping the student in school. One question—have you reached your eighteenth birthday yet?" "Yes sir," she whispered. "About a month ago." "Good, " he continued, "You need to be of legal age for this to be a valid choice." He reached into a file that she had not seen and pulled out a form. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth between the paper and his face. Secretly, he relished that look. "This is, as I said, an alternative to the usual procedure, which would be that I would report this incident to the Dean of Students." She licked her lips before responding, "yes, sir, I remember you said that." Her whole insides felt as if they were knotted. What could it be that he had in mind? Whatever it was, she knew she’d have to go through with it—she couldn’t bear the thought of being dismissed from school! "You’re wondering what I have in mind, aren’t you?" he said, watching her face. She nodded, her face a portrait of worry and fear. "It’s something of which I’ve come to feel many of our students have been very much deprived. To put it bluntly, I’m speaking of corporal punishment—specifically, paddling." Her mouth formed the O he knew would result. "Sir! Surely, you can’t be serious! A paddling? At my age?" "Yes, Emily, I am serious," he responded. "That is your choice—either I turn your name over to the Dean, or you take this other punishment instead. If you do, then that will be the end of it. If not, you go home in disgrace." Emily’s face flushed. She knew she had no choice. "All right, sir, I’ll take it." He reached to the shelf behind him and took down a paddle, about half an inch thick, with a striking surface about eight inches long by five inches wide. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. She had never been spanked at home, not even when she was little! Professor Ross placed the paddle on the desk, then picked up the form which he had retrieved from the drawer. "As I said earlier, Emily, the fact that you are eighteen is important, since you are able at that age to enter into binding legal contracts and to give your consent." He placed the form and a pen in front of her. "Please read it aloud and then sign it." She licked her dry lips and began to read in a shaky voice. "I have been caught stealing an exam paper. This is an act of cheating, and I acknowledge that this act will, if reported, lead to my expulsion. I have been offered the alternative of reporting to Professor Ross for a total of three sessions, during which I will be paddled as my punishment. The time and place of these sessions, as well as the duration and intensity of my paddlings, are completely at Professor Ross’ discretion. I surrender of my own free will, without duress, to this punishment. Should I fail to complete the terms of this agreement, Professor Ross will be at liberty to report my misconduct and see that I am expelled. I agree not to bring any charges against him, civil or criminal, for what I will be enduring. He agrees to destroy all records of this affair upon the successful completion of my punishment." Emily finished reading, raised her eyes to the professor’s face, then took the pen and signed the document. She was almost successful in keeping her hand from shaking. "Thank you, Emily," said Professor Ross as he took the form from her. He put the form into a folder in the drawer and closed it. "You will report for your first session at 9 o’clock Saturday morning here in this office." Professor Ross stood behind the desk on Saturday morning, a little before 9 o’clock. He picked up the paddle and tapped it against his palm. A soft knock on the door caused him to turn to face it. "Come in, Emily." Emily walked through the door, wearing a sweatshirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. What immediately caught Professor Ross’ attention was her expression. For someone about to undergo such an ordeal—and an ordeal it would certainly be, he mused—her face seemed strangely calm. Professor Ross walked around the desk with the paddle in his hand, taking hold of the back of a chair. He pulled it in front of his desk, then sat down. He indicated his lap with a wave of his hand. "Please assume the position, Emily." As she draped herself over his knee, he spied it immediately. "And just what is the meaning of THIS?" he snapped. Emily’s heart seemed caught in her throat. She had been so sure that the magazine she had tucked into her jeans wouldn’t show! "Get up, Emily," he said, sternly. "Did you think I’ve never seen such a trick before? For this, you will take all your paddlings on your bare buttocks! Now pull your jeans off, along with your panties!" "Please, NOOO! " she cried, her face crimson with embarrassment. "Are you refusing to live up to our agreement?" he hissed. "N-n-no, sir," she stammered. "Then do as I say, and be quick about it!" Crying with shame as well as fear, she untied and removed her shoes, then her jeans, then her panties. As she lay over his knee, she tried to cover herself in front with her hands, desperate to save some shred of modesty. She could hardly believe that he was chuckling! "I’m sorry, Emily, but the irony is just too much," he smiled. "Wh-what do you mean, sir?" she whispered. "Why, the name of your sorority, of course—Omega Tau Kappa, or, in other words, OTK— over the knee! And here your are, over the knee!" With her hands on the floor and her hair falling all around her face, she cursed the day she had even heard of Omega Tau Kappa! She no longer cared if she made it through or not! Suddenly, she was aware of the paddle resting lightly on her firm little bottom. WHACK!!! She fought for self-control, fought to keep from screaming at the pain! The sting of the blow soon became searing heat on her right buttock. WHACK!!! She sucked her breath in through gritted teeth, moaning. as her left buttock erupted in pain. WHACK!!! She breathed hard; the pain seemed to get worse every time, even though he had not hit the same spot twice. WHACK!!! Her self-control melted. Kicking and squirming, she no longer worried about whether or not she was exposed. She arched her back and screamed! The blows seemed to flow into one another, in a world that was the burning pain in and on her buttocks; she screamed, she sobbed, she blubbered like a small child. All her supposed adult behavior lay in a heap, just like her clothing on the floor. She had no idea a few minutes could take so long; it seemed like hours. Suddenly, Professor Ross was letting her up. She jumped up and down, holding her burning bottom and continuing to sob and blubber for a few minutes. As she regained her composure, she stood, rubbing her bottom, hardly daring to look at him. "Get dressed, Emily," he said quietly. "See you next Saturday." Emily headed straight for her dorm room, thankful that her roommate had gone home for the weekend, so that she would not have to face her until tomorrow night. Locking the door, she quickly dropped her jeans and panties again, and looked at the reflection in the full length mirror behind the door. She gasped at the sight. Not only was her bottom a dark, angry red, but black and blue marks were already visible. She winced as she explored them with her fingertips. She could still feel the heat, as well. She reached for the aloe vera gel in the medicine cabinet over the sink and gingerly spread it over the area; then, pulling on her clothes again, she headed to the student canteen for breakfast. She picked up her tray and looked for an empty booth; the last thing she wanted right now was conversation! But by now, most of the tables and booths were filled, except for one in the corner. Laurie, one of her fellow Omega Tau Kappa pledges, was well into a plate of scrambled eggs and grits. Sighing, Emily crossed over to the booth and slid in opposite Laurie, trying not to wince as she carefully sat down. Laurie looked up and grinned. "Hey, Em!" she smiled. "Whatcha doin’?" Emily hoped she could sound nonchalant. "Oh, breakfast, just like you!" She kept her eyes down on her food and began to eat. But Laurie stared at her. "Em, have you been cryin’?" Emily looked up, her lower lip trembling. "Well, you see, I, I…" Laurie’s eyes went wide. "You have been cryin’! What happened?" Of all the pledges, she liked Emily the best—the humiliating activities of Pledge Week had bonded them together. "Wanna talk about it?" Emily sighed. "You remember what the Pledge Mistress told me to do the other night?" Laurie nodded. "Well, it didn’t work out so well." She proceeded to tell Laurie the whole story, hesitantly, but finally reaching the conclusion. Laurie’s eyes and mouth both went wide. "He PADDLED you?" she gasped. "Why did you let him?" Emily rolled her eyes. " I didn’t have much of a choice, remember?" she snapped. "It was that or get expelled! And there’s no way that I could face the folks with that! They’re really counting on me to do well here!" She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks again, and wondered how she had any left to cry after her ordeal. "Sorry," Laurie whispered, her head down. "And you say that you have to go back the next two Saturdays for more?" She shuddered at the thought. "I just wish I could do something to help!" Emily did her best to smile. "I’m just so glad to have someone to tell it to," she said, "it does make it a little better to get it off my chest!" "Wish I could get it off somewhere else," she groaned inwardly. Laurie got up, came around, and hugged her tight. "Call me if you need me," she smiled, then picked up her trash, dumped it in the can, and went out the door. The next week went by all too fast. Emily cut all her Monday classes; she was still too sore to think about sitting in those hard chairs so long! She lay on her stomach on the bed with a bag of ice on her bruised bottom that Laurie had been so sweet to bring to her. She tried to keep her attention on the soap opera, but finally turned it off and put on some music instead. Tuesday through Friday seemed to fly by. The Pledge Mistress wasn’t exactly the picture of sisterly sympathy. "So Professor Ross caught ya, huh?" she grinned. "Shoulda been more careful!" "Am I still in?" Emily said, not sure if she really cared now. "Umm, okay," the Pledge Mistress grinned, popping her gum. "Guess you really couldn’t help it, couldja? We’ll get that test paper some other time!" Emily sighed, thanked her, and turned to leave. She hoped sisterhood would be worth all this… Saturday dawned early, and found Emily tossing and turning, too nervous to sleep. She got up, dressed, and headed for Professor Ross’ office, her stomach in knots again. The bruises were almost completely gone, and she finally could sit comfortably—but not for long, she thought miserably. As she rounded the corner, she gasped. There was Laurie standing by Professor Ross’ door! Laurie smiled as she caught her eye. "Been thinkin’ about it, Em; you don’t need to go through this all alone! I wanna be there for ya." As relieved as Emily was, she couldn’t help being worried. "You think he’ll go for this?" she whispered. "What if he goes and turns me in?" Laurie pursed her lips. "Sounds to me as if he’s got his own butt covered with that contract he made ya sign, and you are here for your paddling, so I think it’ll be all right." As they opened the door, they saw Professor Ross sitting on the edge of his desk with the paddle in his hand. "What’s this, Emily?" he muttered through gritted teeth. "This isn’t in our agreement!" "I, I know, sir," Emily began, but Laurie cut her off. "It’s my idea, Professor Ross," she explained. "Em’s my friend, and I told her just now that I needed to be here for her." "Oh, do you indeed?" smiled Professor Ross; Emily quailed at the sight of his expression. "Be here for her," he continued, with a slight hint of mockery in his voice. "What an interesting way to put it. I suppose she’s told you that she has one more paddling coming after this?" "Yes, sir," Laurie said, looking him straight in the eye. "And you want to help her, correct?" Professor Ross said, looking for a sign of fear in her face, a little disappointed at not finding any. "That’s right, sir," Laurie said. "Then I suppose that you would be willing to take her third paddling for her while she takes her second?" Professor Ross grinned, with an evil gleam in his eye. Emily gasped and looked at Laurie. "No, Laurie, you can’t, you mustn’t!" she said, horrified. Laurie turned, hands on her hips, and looked at Emily. "Relax, Em, she smiled, "unlike you, my folks have used a strap, or a paddle, or a hairbrush on me most of my life, and not a week goes by that my boyfriend doesn’t have me over his knee on some flimsy excuse or another. So I’m pretty used to it, to tell you the truth." "Well, " smiled Professor Ross, "it sounds as if we’re agreed. Emily did tell you, Laurie, that she is to be paddled on the bare, didn’t she?" "Yes, sir," Laurie said, still looking him in the eye. Professor Ross walked over to a short conference table in the corner. "Then would you two young ladies come over here, please?" Emily and Laurie walked slowly over to the table, and stood facing Professor Ross. Emily’s heart was racing, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face. She tried not to look at Professor Ross, but looked out the corner of her eye at her friend, who still showed no sign of fear. "You will both please prepare yourselves for your punishment," said Professor Ross, "by unfastening your jeans and lowering them, with your panties, to your ankles." Both girls complied, and stood there awkwardly. "Each of you will stand on one side of this table, bend over it, and clasp the other girl’s wrists," continued Professor Ross, "and be quick about it!" he snapped. Emily waddled to the opposite side of the table and did as she was told, taking hold of Laurie’s wrists as Laurie took hold of hers. She hoped her face wasn’t as red as she knew her rear end was going to be. She forced herself not to hold her breath, breathing in deep gasps as she laid Her forehead on the table. WHACK! Emily yelped as the first blow struck home and her right cheek flattened under the paddle. She could hear Laurie suck in her breath as she squeezed her wrists in reaction to the pain. She laid her head down, tensely waiting for the next blow. WHACK! But it was Laurie who said, "OW!" this time, and Emily who winced, as Laurie’s nails dug into her wrists. Professor Ross was crossing from one side of the table to the other, alternating spanks with the paddle from girl to girl and from cheek to cheek. "Nothing like a bit of exercise," he mused. Now, he had the pleasure of watching two pair of female buttocks grow hot, red, and sore at one time while jiggling under his blows. He kept a lively pace, and soon both girls were sobbing and dancing from one foot to the other to try to handle the burning pain. WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK...WHACK …WHACK…..WHACK…WHACK… WHACK…WHACK… After what seemed a long time, he stopped. "Emily, your obligation is over. I will put it in writing, sign it, and you may attach it to your copy." Turning to Laurie, he smiled and said, "I hope Emily appreciates your sacrifice, young lady. I know few people who display that kind of friendship. Now both of you get dressed and be on your way." Emily and Laurie looked at each other through tear-stained eyes. "Thanks, Laurie," Emily whispered. "’S ok," said Laurie, "wanna go to the canteen for breakfast?" As they walked out, Emily thought, "Whether or not I make it in Omega Tau Kappa, I’ve already got one good sister!"

Some girls seem to live their lives cautiously, perhaps sometimes too much so. They always check to see that the door is locked, that the alarm system is on, and that they park under bright lights. They are the kind of girl who walks about with her arms tightly folder across her chest, as if she’s a castle with the drawbridge up, the portcullis dropped, and the defenses on the ramparts; indeed, as if she’s wearing a sign saying, “Not interested, go away.” Then there are girls like Keira. Keira grew up the kind of girl who takes chances almost as a man does—a reckless, foolish man. One of her worst habits was hitchhiking. If she wanted or needed a ride, there she would be on the side of the road, her thumb up, a naïve grin plastered on her face. Her parents tried to dissuade her, and so did her friends. But she just wouldn’t listen. Keira hitchhiked through high school, and even into college, where she met Alan, the star defensive lineman on the school football team. They were quite a couple to see—Alan, 6’5” and 275 rock-hard pounds, and Keira, 5’ tall and not more than 105 pounds soaking wet with rocks in her pockets. Their friends called them “Mutt and Jeff”—not to their faces, of course; they wouldn’t have hurt them for the world. Alan and Keira finished college and married. Alan was no dumb jock—he had graduated with a finance degree, and soon he was moving up in the business world, and able to give Keira a very comfortable living. Because of this, Keira didn’t have to hitchhike, as she had her own car and a top of the line cell phone, besides. Alan knew about Keira and hitchhiking, but it seemed that she had left it behind, especially after he made it quite clear—or at least it would have been to most people—that under no circumstances was she to think of doing such a thing. Everything seemed to go well until the day that Alan was to go out of town on a business trip. Keira drove him to the airport, and as he got out, Alan noticed that her fuel gauge was quite low. “Keira,” he said, “you’d better fill up as soon as you can.” “Of course, honey,” she replied as she reached up (and he reached down) for a good-bye kiss. “Call me when you land!” Keira, although a bit reckless, wasn’t stupid. She was, however, somewhat absent-minded. So, it was no great surprise, when she went into a restaurant on the way home and ran into one of her college friends, that she spent hours catching up and chatting, until it was quite dark. She finally left, and Alan’s instructions about filling up were quite forgotten. A few miles down the road, the car began hesitating, and then stopped. It was only after several tries to restart the car that she thought to look at the gas gauge, which was all the way on empty. She then remembered that she had passed a convenience store a few miles back, and that there wouldn’t be an open one for a few miles further ahead. She checked her cell phone: it read, “No Service”. “Oh, man!” she fumed. Putting her cell phone back in her purse, she got out and checked the trunk for a gas can. There wasn’t one, of course. “Okay, time to hitch a ride, then,” she thought to herself. She began walking up the road, hoping for a friendly passerby. She kept walking for a mile or so, but there were no cars coming by on that rural highway. Suddenly, she saw headlights coming her way. Brightening, she stepped to the shoulder and put her thumb out. As the car approached, blue lights began to flash from the top of the windshield, and when it stopped, a state trooper stepped out. Her hopes were dashed as soon as he began to speak. “Young lady,” the trooper began sternly, “don’t you know it’s illegal to hitchhike in this state? I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me.” Keira started to protest, tried to explain, but to no avail. She soon found herself in the back seat of an unmarked vehicle. “Officer!” she wailed. “This is all a mistake!” He shook his head. “No mistake, ma’am, the law is very clear, and the fine is $200.” She sank back in dread; what would Alan say? It didn’t take her long to find out, when she made her one phone call. “Keira,” Alan said, quietly, but with an unmistakable edge, “I can’t leave until tomorrow. I’ll get you out when I return. I’ll rent a car and come get you, and we’ll get the car back. Then we’ll have to discuss this.” Keira’s heart sank. That meant a night in jail, with loud drunks and other such people nearby! And what would “discuss this” mean? It took her a long time to get to sleep, and she hardly seemed to have slept at all when she heard the door open and the sergeant said, “You’re free to go, ma’am.” Keira got up and followed the sergeant to the front desk, where Alan was waiting after he had paid the fine. She quailed at the look on his face. Alan didn’t say a word as he drove home, then phoned AAA for a tow truck to bring Keira’s car in. After signing the paperwork for the driver, he shut the door, then turned to face Keira. “Keira,” he began, “didn’t I make it clear to you a long time ago that you were no longer to engage in hitchhiking?” “Well, yes, honey,” she said softly, “but I was out of gas, a long way from a convenience store, and my cell didn’t work.” Alan sat and looked her in the eye. “Yes, all that’s true. It’s also true that I told you to fuel up the car before I got on the plane, isn’t it?” Keira dropped her gaze. “Yes, Alan, you did.” “And you didn’t, did you?” “No,” she whispered. “Look at me, Keira,” Alan continued. “As a result of not following my instructions, you ran out of gas in an isolated area. You compounded that mistake by not remaining in your car until a state trooper came by. Not only was that a dangerous, risky thing to do, but you got yourself arrested. I had to pay to rent a car, which I shouldn’t have had to do, and I also had to pay to get you out of jail. Do you remember what the fine was?” “T-t-two hundred dollars,” Keira squeaked. “That’s right,” Alan answered. “You’ve behaved like a foolish girl, and you’re going to be punished accordingly.” At the word, “punished,” Keira looked up with alarm. “What do you mean, Alan?” Alan stood up, took Keira by the arm, and pulled her to her feet. “I mean, Keira, that I am going to spank you. Maybe that will teach you what other people have tried and failed to do.” “Nooo!” Keira wailed, and tried to pull loose from his grasp. She might as well have tried to pick up the refrigerator. Alan’s big, meaty hand held her as securely as a set of handcuffs would have done. That didn’t keep her from pulling, as futile as it was. Alan grabbed a side chair from the dining table, sat down, and pulled his petite wife over his knee without a sign of effort. Holding her down firmly, he grasped the waistband of her pants and pulled them, along with her panties, down to her knees. Keira kicked, pleaded, and even swore, but it was no use. She was trapped, and she knew it. “It’s time you started acting like a grown, responsible woman, Keira,” Alan growled. “You could have been kidnapped, even raped or murdered doing what you did.” With that, Alan brought his big right hand down on her right buttock. He was holding back; he knew he had to. But to a small woman like Keira, it was still devastating. She arched her back and howled as his hand left an angry red spot. “OWWW!” “Next time I tell you to do something, you’d better pay some heed!” Alan continued, and brought his hand down onto her left buttock. For the next twenty minutes, he kept scolding and spanking, scolding and spanking. After a while, she quit trying to squirm away—it was useless. She was sobbing and wailing after only a couple of minutes, and eventually just went limp where she was. Finally, Alan let her up. She stood, slowly, holding her hot, sore, aching bottom and still crying uncontrollably. After a few minutes, she looked up at her husband and sobbed, “I-II’m so s-s-s-sorry, Alan! P-please t-tell me you f-forgive me!” The bear of a man who had just given her the hardest spanking she had ever experienced gently took her in his arms. “Of course I forgive you, Keira. It’s not the money that all this cost—it’s my wanting you to be safe, and to think about what you’re doing.” Still clutching her burning backside, Keira nodded. “I-I kn-know, Alan, but it hurts!" “Am I ever going to have to do this again, Keira? Are you going to hitchhike, ever again?” Wiping her eyes and nose, Keira shook her head. “N-no!” “When I tell you to do something, are you going to do it?” “Y-yes!” she wailed. “Good,” he smiled. “Now come up to the bedroom.” Hesitantly, she obeyed. When she got there, Alan had her lie on her stomach while he lightly rubbed aloe gel on her scarlet bottom. As the pain subsided, Keira raised herself on her elbows, pulled Alan down, and kissed him. “What was that for?” he smiled. Grinning weakly, she said, “For being my big strong man, and for loving me enough to correct me.”

I spank and disciplines mature females, 40+, who still need a strict hand in their lives. With the Coronavirus, I would welcome email correspondence to exchange views to see if we are compatible at this time for a disciplinary relationship only. I am old-fashioned and still enjoy dealing with a woman who wants to be submissive and obedient. I feel that things run smoother when a woman wants to have structure, accountability, and boundaries to live by. You are the type of woman who knows and wants that if you break a rule, or show bad behavior you should be subject to immediate punishment. My pet peeves are women who procrastinate, are constantly late, text while driving, overspend, smoke, and keep a messy house. I have over 50 years of experience in dealing with women on a consensual basis who want this structure and control and hope you do too. I can be severe when you need it or you repeat the same act of disobedience. I will spank you with my hand and implement, as your behavior calls for. I believe that other forms of punishment are also needed at times such as scolding, corner time, writing goals, or reports, and that embarrassment including being given enemas, suppositories, and having your temperature taken rectally can be an important part of your punishment. I only work with females. I cannot host. If interested please contact me directly to cp4u2021@yahoo.com

Brand new Discord server! This is an spanko community where fantasies, guidance, structure, discipline, accountability, and behavior modification can be borne out.In the Academy, naughty students will be turned into a well-behaved, disciplined, and respectful people. Teachers will administer lessons, assignments, dress code, curfew, accountability, discipline, and yes... SPANKINGS! Are you a student looking for discipline? Or a teacher looking to discipline others?Maybe a bit of both?! Come check us out! It’s a real discipline based server providing opportunities for people to play who otherwise would not be able to. https://disboard.org/server/796956689122983997

Hello, I am Michael. I am a lifelong spanko. I am an experienced Top and Bottom. I switch quite a bit. I am open for clean, discreet, and respectful fun. I like discipline spanking and roleplay.

Female looking for an experienced disciplinarian in Utah. I have a few struggles I would like to take care of so I’m looking for someone who can work with me on this. I am NOT looking for anything sexual because I am married and want to keep it that way!! I need guidance and I want to completely get rid of some major things to where’s a spanking might help. I am new to this site and don’t know quite how to work it so please leave your email or message me if you are a SPANKER or know someone who is a spanker in Utah so I can contact you/them. I am just exploring my options 🙂 Thanks!!

Stern but good-natured spanker/disciplinarian in Bangor, ME looking for female spankees or subs. You don't have to be local. I would be happy to provide travel expenses to the right person to come visit. I also own a cabin on a lake in Northern Vermont where I like to host parties for like minded adults.

Hey y'all. So I was talking to my spankee the other night, and she decided to get tipsy and start bratting me immensely. Seriously y'all. She didn't give me a break for hours lol. I thought it might be a good idea to assign her an essay (800 words, but due to bratting it got upped to 1,000) so she could show how contrite she was before I spanked her this weekend. She instead still took that chance to be very bratty through out the entirety of the essay. She also barely answered (only talked about it for about two sentences) one of the things I told her to talk about, "why it's good for naughty girls like me to be spanked." She answered well the other things very well, including "why I'm getting a spanking" and "how bad my spanking should be". I'm going to post her essay here and I (and she) would like for anyone to give the writing a school grade, and offer up any advice they might have about if the spanking should be worse (and how much worse) due to her continued sass. I consider it a B- and think she deserves a good hairbrushing on her bare bottom. What would y'all say/do in my situation? The essay: An Essay: A Spanking for this Naughty Girl Naughty young ladies deserve spankings. Naughtiness comes in many shapes and sizes, and for each form of naughtiness there is a penalty that matches those actions. As one very smart scientist dude once said, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Sometimes, poor behavior leads to a spanking exclusively. Other times the poor behavior is accompanied by other forms of discipline. In this case, the naughty behavior is being reformed with a lengthy essay involving why I should get a spanking and how bad it should it. Yes, you read that right. This writer is the poor, unfortunate young lady who will be receiving a spanking for her naughty behavior. Within this essay I will cover what I did to deserve this punishment, how severe the spanking should be, and why hard spankings are helpful to naughty girls. Last night I decided to have a drink. Nothing is wrong with that in and of itself. I am an adult who is above the legal drinking age, but my actions were not as acceptable. Upon becoming inebriated, I decided to start sending messages to my spanker; he is the one who is posting this. My messages started out innocent enough. I asked him how his day had gone, but the more the alcohol settled, the more I kept opening my big mouth. Since I was tipsy and these messages were over snapchat, where messages disappear after both parties read them, I do not remember all of the bratty things I sent to him. One exchange I remember clearly is that he said he was also drinking and was having ‘good ‘ole Mexican beer’ to which I replied that he was an “old man” for liking to drink beer. I followed it up with a cheeky “But I mean that in the kindest way possible, sir.” Before he could actually read the message his phone died and the message erased. Me and my tipsy brain decided to give him a hard time when he asked what I had said. I decided to retype the name calling and once again called him an “old man.” While I’m sure he found this amusing, it was also very bratty of me, and I believe one of the reasons I am writing this essay he assigned to me. Another exchange which I am sure lead to my bottom’s demise is when I started talking about running away from my spankings. We will be meeting up to spank and hang out this coming week, so I asked playfully what he would do if I decided to run away from my spanking. He asked where I could run in a hotel room and I messaged something along the lines of “I bet I can hide under the bathroom sink.” While I believe this exchange may have made him chuckle, he did promise that he would drag me out of there by my hair and throw me right across his knee. My plans and queries about potential naughtiness seem to have sealed my fate. I was bratting him extremely hard through my intoxicated state. This morning when I woke up sober and realized the damage my rudeness I had done, he told me it was too late! Intoxicated or not, naughty brats will not be tolerated. For my slew of name-calling, insults, naughtiness and bratty comments, I deserve a spanking. As difficult as that is for me to admit, I know it is well deserved. I was rude, mean and bratty which will not be tolerated. While this is not the worst behavior I have committed to receive a spanking, it is bad enough that I’m expected to describe how hard it should be. He will make me read this paragraph and end of the paper aloud so I can admit that I need a spanking. Once I finish telling him how hard I should be spanked, I’ll put the essay away and ask ever so sweetly, “May I please have a spanking for being rude to you?” He will kindly accept the invitation, though whether I asked or not he would be blistering my backside. I will pull my pants down and offer out my arm for him to grab. He will take my arm and roughly pull me across his lap. As he helps situate me across his knee, his large hand will rest on my back, constantly reminding me of his presence, for better or worse. He will tap my back and I will willing put my right hand back for him to pin. Then he will wait. One hand holding me down and the other resting on my panty-clad bottom. He knows how much I hate waiting, so he will make me wait across his knee. He may lecture, scold, talk, question or just sit in silence. It is up to him and I am helpless over his knee. If I squirm or kick my feet in frustration he will pinch or slap my legs. I will have to endure the helpless waiting. Once he is done with making me wait, I will receive a hard hand spanking. Too much kicking will result in my thighs being slapped until I settle down. Any apologies I profess will be ignored at this point. He will make me sorry for my rudeness. After he thinks my hand spanking has concluded he will pull my panties down to my knees. If he senses any resistance he will command that I raise my hips to make it easier for him. I dare not whine as he grabs his dreaded hairbrush. When we first started messaging and chatting, he promised that he would be bringing his hairbrush to teach me a lesson. Now this brat will learn. Covering my thighs, sit spots and bottom with terrible stinging smacks, I will receive a hairbrush spanking for my naughty, drunk messages. Eventually, once the hairbrush has done this dance for as long as he sees fit, my apologies will be accepted. I will promise to never call him mean names and say rude things while I have been drinking. He will accept this answer, even if he knows I will most likely break these promises sometime in the future. He knows that in that moment, I mean every word that is coming out of my mouth. He will pull up my panties over my blushing bottom and give me a strong hand swat signaling the spanking for my naughtiness is finished. While I dread this spanking, I know naughty girls like me deserve it. I cannot say mean things and get away with it. At least not without a sore backside. *end* I realize a lot of people are going to think this is fake and that I wrote this. I don't blame anyone who does. But this is a real essay by a girl on this forum who is definitely getting spanked this week. She just didn't want all of the attention it would give her by posting the essay herself. I appreciate anyone's comments and would love your two cents.

I have been into spankings as long as I can remember. I guess I thought that my own spanking needs might subside as I grew older, but that has certainly not been the case. So here I am, in a totally vanilla marriage, with not a hope in hell that she will see to any of my needs or desires. Sure, I can beat myself silly from time to time and even pay for a professional disciplinarian a few times a year, but what I am really after is a spank buddy. If you are in the Atlanta area (north of the Perimeter preferred, as it creates more opportunities) and would like to start down the road of building an enduring spanking relationship, please get with me and let's see where it goes. My ideal person would: Live relatively close to Roswell / Alpharetta Be able to host (though I can from time to time) Require no sex acts Be a true lifelong spanko, like me Be female, but also open to males that meet all my other expectations Look to form a long-term relationship, as I can see us getting together no less than once a month, likely bi-weekly. Anyway, there's more on me in my profile, so if you are at all interested please check me out. If nothing else, it would be great to continue to make friends and perhaps somewhere down the road our paths cross.

Hello! I am a 18 year old male. I am looking for a disciplinarian / mentor or a mutual friend who can guide me or micromange me. This is because my family does not believe in punishing me via physical disciplines, this caused me to be lazy, and be quite bratful. After getting disappointing grades and gaining weight, I wanted to change this. Futher detail will be provided to people interested I don't mind any genders or age, just as long as you are willing to become a discipline and mange me! Thank you!

Hi there I am a non sexual disciplinarian from Pittsburgh with a lot of experience will to help anyone with accountability or stress. Hope to help CP

Personally, I have people that I discipline keep a journal of there goals and behaviors, and at a determined interval we meet and discuss their performance, and if they do poorly I spank them. How do you all enforce accountability and make sure that your discipline charges are benefitting from your involvement?

Hi there, I am a spanker and disciplinarian in the District offering my services as a spanker. Currently I am requiring masks and using implements such as a yard stick, paddle, cane, switch,, and belt to avoid putting naughty spankees over my knee. I would like to establish a spanking pod partner as a way to play safely. Please contact me if this interests you or you have any questions.

I'm seeking an (ER) who can really spank my butt real red until I cry. I have so much guilt inside that I can't even say what they are because there are so many of them. An (ER) who is very strict, firm and, strong from beginning till the end. Having my butt red and stinging is all I need. It doesn't matter how long it takes.

I have been involved in this type of therapy for quite some time, I will not be redundant about My qualifications. There are times when a girl requires a sound bare bottomed spanking, whatever the reasons. The spankings are strictly confidential, in the safety and security of her or My environment. There are also other means of discipline that are available. You feel as a female know what you need and have the desire to seek relief of the guilt, shame, curiosity or behaviors that you know are not good, W/we need to talk. Contact Me here or My yahoo account, I do have a kik profile also, the id is overrmykneemiss I work in real time scenarios only Be Well, Rick.

I am dominant. There are many facets to the D/s relationship. I am particularly interested in one -- Power Exchange. This will be necessary if you sincerely need to feel the emotional, mental, spiritual, and physical of discipline. I am very experienced. I spend time with you to better understand the area you have come to feel as a stirring within, a burning -- it is passion that you feel. There is a time, a period when that feeling was realized and the emptiness can be painful. Discipline is far from taking one in hand. It is taking one's mind to a comfortable zone whereupon the essence of the punishment becomes a sensation juxtaposing the past with the present. In many instances there is a sexual nexus. However, that is a private matter to be held close to you. You will not attempt to physically involve me in those thoughts. adult, The discipline session is one that brings forth a cleansing. You will feel safe, cared for, and that care involves firm corrective action. You will feel small if that is needed. You will feel like the cheating husband/wife/both. You will feel like the neighbor who has been peeking in windows. Whether you are a child, teen, young adult, or mature still in need to respond accordingly to correct behaviors, the failure to act, the guilt and/or shame precipitated by failures you will come to me to find a release. Traditional discipline, scolding, spanking (with various implements, e.g., hand, brush, spoon), lecturing throughout the punishment, repeating what I state, responding to questions put to you, and soaping if necessary. Caning, paddling, props, clothing. I want you to truly fee l and appreciate the discipline that you seek. Safe, sane, consensual. Negotiations. Safe word. Aftercare. Follow-up the following day through five days. However, you may away reach out to me. I will have you tuned into my verbal commands and cues. I will guide you. Serious inquiries only. If you're looking to have me overtly sexually stimulate your carnal desires please do not waste time. Finally, it it is stress relief and/or guilt holding you down reach out to me.

I’m looking to connect with a female to role play online a discipline scenario from my youth. Drop a line and I can go into more detail. Be safe !!

I’m interested in meeting a *female only* disciplinarian and/or spanker. I’m in NC but open to surrounding areas as well. I have some experience and this is something I take seriously.