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  1. Getting a real spanking can be so noisy, especially if you've been bad enough, or disrespectful enough, to have your disciplinarian send you to get the hairbrush and tell you those panties have to come down. What will the neighbors think? Has certainly run through a bad girl's or boy's humiliated mind as the spanking resumes and the sound carries-- to say nothing of the moans or cries inspired by the shame and sting. By neighbors, of course I mean any sorts of nearby bystanders, whether in a hotel, motel, resort, apartment, or townhome. Those hairbrushes, paddles, straps and belts can be loud, right? What have you done to muffle the sound, to minimize it? I have a few ideas about implements, masking and muffling, distracting sounds, etc. Perhaps this has been covered before, but lately? Couldn't find a recent thread. I'll start with this, inspired by the recent discussion i just read here about hairbrushes: I think, counter-intuitively, that the more solid, weighty ones, which tend to be older or vintage, may be quieter, and sting more, and be more feared and dreaded, than newer, lighter models of hairbrush. And yet, is sound an important aspect of the entire aesthetic? Yes, so completely noiseless wouldn't do, would it.
  2. 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.
  3. Double pleasure here: for sure: the burning of the man's ass by the woman's hand, but also the pleasure of the man over her lap as his groin nestles into her thighs.
  4. Safe, caring, straight, single gentleman available for friendship, mentoring, or a loving relationship. I am experienced. Excellent with newbies. I live in Arizona, near Needles, CA. I have Trillion if you want to discuss your interest in being mentored or disciplined. Very loving guy. Family type. Supportive. Yet firm at times. No nonsense. Not a player. Dominant but not domineering. Non-abusive. Photo and Trillion available upon request. Don't be shy ladies. I am flexible. I can travel some. Confidential.
  5. Hello, im located in northeast Philadelphia and looking to receive a father/son or mother/son style disciplinary spanking.looking for a spanker who is preferably mature and can give a fast and hard otk spanking with their bare hand, spoon, and brush. Then have me lay on my bed or bent over as they belt or paddle me. I am willing to try any implement besides the cane.
  6. Hi all I am 47 years old, single and live in Scotland. I have had an interest in spanking for a very long time and received my first adult spanking at age 30 and have been getting spanked on and off since then. I now feel that I no longer just want an occasional spanking now and then when I can get one but would like to find a nice decent strong man who could provide me with regular spankings and discipline when I need or deserve them in a solid discipline relationship. I am a single parent to a 3yr old boy who is and always will be my whole world however looking after him on my own can be quite stressful at times especially just now while we are all continually stuck at home and I need to find a good strong man who can keep me in check and bring me back down to earth when I am finding things really stressful. Looking forward to joining in some interesting discussions around spanking and discipline. Thanks for reading, happy to chat anytime.
  7. Curious as to what’s the best or your favorite position for each implement ?
  8. Hello! I am a 19 year old girl, looking for someone to discipline me in North Carolina. I do not want anything sexual or romantic, strictly discipline. I've recently started having an issue with saying no when it comes to taking on new projects or tasks, and as a result, I have let myself get behind in my school, and my work. I am looking for someone who won't mind turning my over their knee to help me get back on track.
  9. Hi, I'm a mid 40s guy. Fairly normal and funny when I'm not in a disciplinarian mode. Looking for female spankees in the Utah area. I love helping with goals or just maintenance. Or just to talk with local EEs or ERs. I love that I found a place to connect with people who share the same interests, it doesn't seem very common in Utah.
  10. Hello. I just had an exciting spanking-sex weekend. My spanker was a guy I've known for 4-5 years, but we only had 2-3 sexual encounters. First time there was no spanking, and next time he slapped my bottom by hand, before (anal) penetration. He is very dominant, but the spanking is my thing. He enjoys more other things like blowjob, light face slapping etc. But for this encounter, for the first time we had 2 full days to enjoy and it finally happened. Day one, he only hit me occasionally with his hand, and he used narrow belt and gave me light strokes, not only on my bottom, but also upper and inner thighs and my back. It was almost sporadical, but I understood he tested how much I could take and if there will be bruises. Day 2 he finally did it. First I gave him oral sex, and then he took me over his lap (we were lying on the bed) and started slapping me with his hand over the panties. Then he pulled panties between my cheeks and slapped me some more. Later he sent me to fetch the belt. I asked him which one and thiw time he wanted real wider leather belt. I climbed on the bed again, and he took me over his lap, and spanked me with the belt, again first over the panties, but then he pulled them down. He told me to get on all fours, kneeled beside me and started to spank me quite hard on my bare bottom. Some strokes I enjoyed, although they hurt, but since he was on my left, the belt hit my right cheek much hardet and I started to move to avoid strokes. My dog, which was outside the bedroom, started barking at the sounds of belt and my cries. I told my spanker belt only hits one cheek, so he moved to the other side. Finally, he told me to spread my knees and he entered me from behind - and during penetration, he used both hands to slap me on my already burning cheeks. Then he just laid on me, and continued to make love until we both came. He also hit me on my back, near shouders, and thigs. My bottom was red and sore, but I omly got bruised on the left and right side, thighs, not the center of the bottom, and therr were marks on my legs too. All in all, it was exciting, it did hurt, I guess next time we will both know better. We had sex again later in the evening, but I omly wanted normal no-spanking sex, so he gave me very long and intense clitoris massage and stimulated my vagina with his fingers.
  11. Hello, lovely people! I have a question that I'm hoping the hive mind here can help me answer. I self-spank. Anyone who has ever self-spanked probably knows that angles and distances and other fun physics-related stuff makes it difficult to hand-spank yourself; implements are generally far more effective. What I want to know is: in your experience, what implement feels most like a hand? If I was self-spanking and I wanted to approximate being hand-spanked as closely as possible, what implement should I use? It's likely a subjective one, but I'm curious what people think. Thank you in advance
  12. hello! im looking for any spankers in the land o lakes area or near there willing to spank me and possibly friends, i usually prefer a female spanker but im open to men too, i do have some rules but its mainly standard stuff, i like most implements but a hand is nice to start out XD i like both bare bottom and underwear covered, please pm me if your interested or reply here if you have some questions, thank you for your time!! ^w^
  13. Hi everyone. I have 5 short story anthologies coming out in the next few months. The first of these was just published last week, and contains one part stories of M/F spanking and romance.... The Big Book of Brats, Volume 1. Do you enjoy romantic stories where the characters butt heads and have a contrary relationship on the surface of things, yet underneath it all they’re really hot for one another? Are you guilty of letting your own inner brat out to play? If so, then this book is for you -- from a distrusting wife to a coworker who purposefully sabotages her work computer just so she can flirt with the I.T. tech, this collection of short stories features bratty girls who stop at nothing to try to get their way. So get your brat on… and maybe even take a note or two from these heroines! ********** Excerpts: 1 “Obviously, I’m not being clear enough with you. I’m not really offering a choice here. You will call Fulton and explain yourself. That’s final.” She sneered at him. “That’s final? Who the hell do you think you are, anyway, Connor? My father?” “No. But I am the guy who’s going to put you in your place in about five seconds, if you don’t wake up and do what’s right.” “Oh, really?” she scoffed. A short, high laugh broke out from her lungs. “You’re going to put me in my place? And where, pray tell, would that be?” Connor felt a grin building inside him, but somehow he managed to keep his face straight. Here it finally was. Here was the opportunity he’d fantasized about for so long. He was finally going to spank Miss. Eva Blake’s rear end just as she so richly deserved. He grabbed her wrist, lightly but inescapably, and tugged until she went sprawling inelegantly over his thighs. “Hey!” she cried. “This is your place,” he told her as he tucked her scissoring legs between his own for safekeeping. He adjusted her bottom until she was centered just right, over his left knee. “At least, for the next few minutes or so. So, get comfortable.” And then he set about trying to light her bottom on fire. His hand was a flash in the air, swinging up high and far and then sailing down with lightning speed to meet with a loud clap on her bottom. She was wearing thin cotton pants and, from the looks of it, only a thong beneath them. She was quickly yelping in pain. His effective immobilization of her legs had her virtually trapped in place over his lap. She couldn’t kick or buck or do much else to try to dislodge herself, beyond a slight swaying of her hips from side to side. She was able to pound her fists, though, which she did with vigor on the mattress and the one leg of Connor’s that she could reach. “Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she screeched. “You can’t do this to me! I’ll report you! I’ll... I’ll call the cops!” Surprisingly, this threat only made Connor chuckle. His next volley of smacks came down just as hard. 2 He grinned at her. “If I didn’t know better, I might think you actually enjoyed getting spanked with that ruler.” Dana made an unladylike sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a snort. “Hardly!” she declared loudly. “Really?” Chris glanced pointedly at her hard, erect nipples where they strained against her blouse. Dana blushed hotly and crossed her arms over her chest. “That doesn’t mean anything,” she insisted. “Hmm.” He mulled over her hot denial, then leaned in close to her and whispered, “I bet if I put my fingers in you – right now – you’d be all hot and wet and ready for me. Now wouldn’t you, Dana?” Her blush deepened and for a few long moments, Dana was very aware of her hot face, blazing tush, and molten pussy. She ached to reach out and rub her body shamelessly against Chris, to take his hand and shove her panties aside so that he could do what he’d suggested. Instead, she forced her gaze to boldly meet his, and said, “You’re just going to say things like that to a girl, when you haven’t even kissed her yet?” He chuckled lightly, still so close to her that she could count the tiny crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “What are you doing for the holiday?” “Uh... nothing...” “Excellent. I’ll pick you up at noon. We’ll have ourselves a picnic at my place.” She blinked mutely at him. “Nod your head, so I know you hear me.” 3 "Take your clothes off," Trey commanded. She weighed her options: do what he said, and get spanked - or, try and run past him and prolong the fight.... "Suzannah, I said take your clothes off. Or I'll rip them off." A tremor went through her and she ran for the door. She made it to the landing at the top of the stairs before Trey caught up and grabbed her around the waist. He hefted her up against his side and carried her, kicking and screaming, back to their room. He dumped her with a bounce on the bed, then sat next to her. Before she had a chance to run again, he grabbed a wrist and pulled her face down over his lap. The tight skirt of her dress was yanked to her waist and Suzannah's slim legs encased in black hose were exposed. Her pert little behind, framed by her garter belt, was encased in lacy black panties. Despite the token struggle she was putting up even now, Trey noted that his little wife had worn her panties over her garter belt tonight, making it easier for him to pull the lacy underpants down, which he now did. The little vixen had planned this all along. Suzannah's bottom was creamy white, a sharp contrast to the black garter belt and hose. Trey was rock hard beneath her, aroused as always by this beautiful puzzle of a woman and all the games she liked to play. After admiring her backside a few moments, Trey let his hand glide over her smooth skin, circling first one cheek, then the other. Suzannah jumped at first, obviously expecting a smack, not a caress. Trey traced the line of one leg, rolling her hose down and off her dainty foot, then came back up to repeat the process with the other. He returned to cup her bottom, massaging it with a tender touch and eliciting a groan from his wife, He continued the stroking a while, just long enough to give her a false sense of security, then: SSSMAAACKK! ********** Thanks for reading. So many of you have been encouraging to me here, and I really do feel grateful for that; any reviews and/or ratings on Amazon are welcome and appreciated. You can buy The Big Book of Brats, Volume 1 here: https://www.amazon.com/Big-Book-Brats-One-ebook/dp/B076QLF1JM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1509204022&sr=8-1&keywords=jodi+bella And my other books can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3
  14. Over the years that I was writing on a regular basis for Discipline and Desire.com, I wrote over 50 short stories. Many of them were never collected outside of the website platform, which is now defunct. I’m happy to share the news that all 50-some of these stories will soon be in print again thanks to Blushing Books. They will be grouped according to similarities into 6 different collections, and as each is added on Amazon, I will share some snippets here for those of you who are interested. The first book was just released this week. It’s called Tails of the West, and features two novellas that are loosely tied together: Sales Blurb: If you like Old West stories, where no-nonsense lawmen know how to stand up to their sassy ladies, then the "tails" in this book are for you! In “The Sheriff and the Hellcat,” Katie’s father, an accused bank robber, goes on the run. Katie must find him before Sheriff Tristan James does – or her Pa could hang! But when Tristan discovers her following him, he’s not pleased... and when she pushes his buttons in her attempts to save her father, he’s not afraid to show his displeasure. In “Courting Maggie,” Maggie loves being romanced by the good, patient and handsome Sheriff Daniel Adams. He even tries to be understanding of her protesting against the town saloon where her brother died in a knife fight. But as Maggie tests her boundaries in her attempts to shut the place down, she begins to realize that the Sheriff has a hard side as well – and her bottom pays the price for her actions. Publisher’s Note: This two book set contains elements of domestic discipline. ********** Excerpts: ---1--- It was a strange experience, bathing in the same room as a man, Katie reflected. Of course, her bath was set up behind the changing screen, but she had no doubt that Tristan could see just about everything through the flimsy material. She tried to relax her muscles and enjoy the water. "I suppose you'll be going back out tonight?" she called. She winced at the wavy tremor in her voice. "As soon as you finish up back there, yes." Katie bristled. Tristan had insisted on staying with her through her bath, then on emptying the tub and returning it to the hotel himself. Otherwise, he would have had to let the staff come up for it, and that would have meant leaving the door unlocked and trusting Katie. That, of course, was out of the question. "If I'm holding you up, Sheriff James, please just go ahead with your business. A real gentleman wouldn't insist on staying in the room while a lady bathed anyway." There was the faint sound of a chuckle from the other side of the screen. "Well, sweetheart, I never said I was a gentleman, and you certainly are not a lady, so I don't see whereas we need to worry about that." The use of the word 'sweetheart' made Katie's stomach flutter with butterflies while at the same time his comment about her not being a lady caused her blood to boil. Without any forethought, she sent the sopping wet wash cloth sailing over the changing screen in the general direction of his voice. There was a satisfactory SPLAT when it landed and she suppressed a giggle, hoping it had met square with Tristan's head - which, as luck would have it, it had. Tristan made a low growling sound, but there was a smile in his voice. "You're lucky I have a sense of humor, Kate," he said. "Else I'd come around that screen, bend you over the side of that tub, and spank your wet rear end." His words made her sex twitch. She didn't understand that for a minute. She covered her confusion with bravado. "Even you wouldn't be so uncivilized as that...." "Don't bet on it." "....and besides that, you are never going to touch me in that manner again. It's completely inappropriate. You are not my father or my husband - you're not even my friend. And I won't allow you to...to do *that* again!" There, that was telling him! This time the laughter coming through the screen was strong and loud. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will spank you again, Kate. And just so you're forewarned, the next time you're over my knee, your drawers will be down around your knees and your skirt up around your waist, so you have the full affect of my hand." Again her body reacted in ways she didn't understand. She broke into a sweat in the tepid bathwater which suddenly seemed unbearably hot, then sprang up and into the tattered towel awaiting her. She had probably never dressed so quickly in her life as she did that night, so afraid was she that Tristan might carry through his threat. When she stepped back around the changing screen he was waiting with his broad arms crossed in front of him and a bemused expression on his face. She crossed the room and dug into her saddlebags, determined to ignore him. "Where is my...." Her question was cut short and subsequently answered by a soft, teasing rap on her backside though her dress. She jumped a mile in the air despite the gentleness of the touch and flew around at a grinning Tristan, holding her hairbrush in his hand like it belonged there. "Looking for this?" he asked innocently. She snatched the proffered object, restraining herself from clawing his eyes out the way she itched to. Yanking the brush through her wet hair, she glared at him as though trying to strike him dead with her gaze alone. He chuckled and tweaked her nose. "You're mighty cute when you're riled up, you know that, Kate? I never noticed it before." ---2--- Daniel just continued to sit and wait her out, watching her with an openly amused expression on his handsome face. "You’re in a locked cell, sweetheart," he reminded her – as if she’d forgotten! "You’re not going anywhere except over my knee for a good tanning, so you may as well come on over here so we can get started." A part of Maggie knew the dignified thing to do would be to give in and submit herself to Daniel’s punishment. But something in her just couldn’t make her legs move in that direction, and instead she found herself turning and running to the door of the cell, where she yanked and clawed at the bars, screaming for help and desperate to escape her fate. There was a resigned sigh from behind her, and a moment later Maggie felt Daniel’s hands on her hips. He banded his arm around her middle from behind and lifted her bodily off her feet, carrying her back to the cot while she kicked and struggled wildly in the air. He flipped her face down over his knee and immediately clamped her churning legs between his own to try to stay her flailing. "No! Don’t you dare!" Maggie was shouting, bucking her body and rocking from side to side, anything she could think of to dislodge herself from this position. "Maggie, calm down," Daniel said calmly. He managed to hitch her skirt up to her waist despite her struggles and she started cursing him as he searched under her for the ties to her drawers. "Maggie, you’d best stop fighting me. It will only make things worse if you keep struggling." "You have no right to do this!" she shrieked. "Let me go, Daniel, right this minute!!" Daniel’s patience was growing thin as he continued to search for the ties and tried to keep hold of the jumping bean over his knee. Finally he gave up on the ties, took a fist full of her drawers at the waist and gave the soft muslin a hard yank. The resulting sound of ripping material was almost as satisfying to Daniel as the sight of Maggie’s small, shapely, creamy skinned bottom peaking up at him from beneath the ripped undergarment. Maggie twisted her head about to see what he’d done and let out a scream of outrage. "You beast!" she exclaimed, trying to shield her naked backside with her hand. Daniel gripped her wrist and, smiling all the while, pinned her hand to the small of her back. He pushed aside what remained of the ruined drawers, and pulled his arm back high above his head in preparation for her first smack. ********** Thank you for reading; reviews from the community are always welcome and appreciated. You can find Tails of the Old West for sale on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BZK4T7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507767024&sr=8-1&keywords=jodi+bella+tails And my other books can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Or here http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503
  15. Over the years that I was writing on a regular basis for Discipline and Desire.com, I wrote over 50 short stories. Many of them were never collected outside of the website platform, which is now defunct. I’m happy to share the news that all 50-some of these stories will soon be in print again thanks to Blushing Books. They will be grouped according to similarities into 6 different collections, and as each is added on Amazon, I will share some snippets here for those of you who are interested. The first book was just released this week. It’s called Tails of the West, and features two novellas that are loosely tied together: Sales Blurb: If you like Old West stories, where no-nonsense lawmen know how to stand up to their sassy ladies, then the "tails" in this book are for you! In “The Sheriff and the Hellcat,” Katie’s father, an accused bank robber, goes on the run. Katie must find him before Sheriff Tristan James does – or her Pa could hang! But when Tristan discovers her following him, he’s not pleased... and when she pushes his buttons in her attempts to save her father, he’s not afraid to show his displeasure. In “Courting Maggie,” Maggie loves being romanced by the good, patient and handsome Sheriff Daniel Adams. He even tries to be understanding of her protesting against the town saloon where her brother died in a knife fight. But as Maggie tests her boundaries in her attempts to shut the place down, she begins to realize that the Sheriff has a hard side as well – and her bottom pays the price for her actions. Publisher’s Note: This two book set contains elements of domestic discipline. ********** Excerpts: ---1--- It was a strange experience, bathing in the same room as a man, Katie reflected. Of course, her bath was set up behind the changing screen, but she had no doubt that Tristan could see just about everything through the flimsy material. She tried to relax her muscles and enjoy the water. "I suppose you'll be going back out tonight?" she called. She winced at the wavy tremor in her voice. "As soon as you finish up back there, yes." Katie bristled. Tristan had insisted on staying with her through her bath, then on emptying the tub and returning it to the hotel himself. Otherwise, he would have had to let the staff come up for it, and that would have meant leaving the door unlocked and trusting Katie. That, of course, was out of the question. "If I'm holding you up, Sheriff James, please just go ahead with your business. A real gentleman wouldn't insist on staying in the room while a lady bathed anyway." There was the faint sound of a chuckle from the other side of the screen. "Well, sweetheart, I never said I was a gentleman, and you certainly are not a lady, so I don't see whereas we need to worry about that." The use of the word 'sweetheart' made Katie's stomach flutter with butterflies while at the same time his comment about her not being a lady caused her blood to boil. Without any forethought, she sent the sopping wet wash cloth sailing over the changing screen in the general direction of his voice. There was a satisfactory SPLAT when it landed and she suppressed a giggle, hoping it had met square with Tristan's head - which, as luck would have it, it had. Tristan made a low growling sound, but there was a smile in his voice. "You're lucky I have a sense of humor, Kate," he said. "Else I'd come around that screen, bend you over the side of that tub, and spank your wet rear end." His words made her sex twitch. She didn't understand that for a minute. She covered her confusion with bravado. "Even you wouldn't be so uncivilized as that...." "Don't bet on it." "....and besides that, you are never going to touch me in that manner again. It's completely inappropriate. You are not my father or my husband - you're not even my friend. And I won't allow you to...to do *that* again!" There, that was telling him! This time the laughter coming through the screen was strong and loud. "I have no doubt in my mind that I will spank you again, Kate. And just so you're forewarned, the next time you're over my knee, your drawers will be down around your knees and your skirt up around your waist, so you have the full affect of my hand." Again her body reacted in ways she didn't understand. She broke into a sweat in the tepid bathwater which suddenly seemed unbearably hot, then sprang up and into the tattered towel awaiting her. She had probably never dressed so quickly in her life as she did that night, so afraid was she that Tristan might carry through his threat. When she stepped back around the changing screen he was waiting with his broad arms crossed in front of him and a bemused expression on his face. She crossed the room and dug into her saddlebags, determined to ignore him. "Where is my...." Her question was cut short and subsequently answered by a soft, teasing rap on her backside though her dress. She jumped a mile in the air despite the gentleness of the touch and flew around at a grinning Tristan, holding her hairbrush in his hand like it belonged there. "Looking for this?" he asked innocently. She snatched the proffered object, restraining herself from clawing his eyes out the way she itched to. Yanking the brush through her wet hair, she glared at him as though trying to strike him dead with her gaze alone. He chuckled and tweaked her nose. "You're mighty cute when you're riled up, you know that, Kate? I never noticed it before." ---2--- Daniel just continued to sit and wait her out, watching her with an openly amused expression on his handsome face. "You’re in a locked cell, sweetheart," he reminded her – as if she’d forgotten! "You’re not going anywhere except over my knee for a good tanning, so you may as well come on over here so we can get started." A part of Maggie knew the dignified thing to do would be to give in and submit herself to Daniel’s punishment. But something in her just couldn’t make her legs move in that direction, and instead she found herself turning and running to the door of the cell, where she yanked and clawed at the bars, screaming for help and desperate to escape her fate. There was a resigned sigh from behind her, and a moment later Maggie felt Daniel’s hands on her hips. He banded his arm around her middle from behind and lifted her bodily off her feet, carrying her back to the cot while she kicked and struggled wildly in the air. He flipped her face down over his knee and immediately clamped her churning legs between his own to try to stay her flailing. "No! Don’t you dare!" Maggie was shouting, bucking her body and rocking from side to side, anything she could think of to dislodge herself from this position. "Maggie, calm down," Daniel said calmly. He managed to hitch her skirt up to her waist despite her struggles and she started cursing him as he searched under her for the ties to her drawers. "Maggie, you’d best stop fighting me. It will only make things worse if you keep struggling." "You have no right to do this!" she shrieked. "Let me go, Daniel, right this minute!!" Daniel’s patience was growing thin as he continued to search for the ties and tried to keep hold of the jumping bean over his knee. Finally he gave up on the ties, took a fist full of her drawers at the waist and gave the soft muslin a hard yank. The resulting sound of ripping material was almost as satisfying to Daniel as the sight of Maggie’s small, shapely, creamy skinned bottom peaking up at him from beneath the ripped undergarment. Maggie twisted her head about to see what he’d done and let out a scream of outrage. "You beast!" she exclaimed, trying to shield her naked backside with her hand. Daniel gripped her wrist and, smiling all the while, pinned her hand to the small of her back. He pushed aside what remained of the ruined drawers, and pulled his arm back high above his head in preparation for her first smack. ********** Thank you for reading; reviews from the community are always welcome and appreciated. You can find Tails of the Old West for sale on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BZK4T7/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507767024&sr=8-1&keywords=jodi+bella+tails And my other books can all be found here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Or here http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503
  16. I've only had one spanking experience. My mentor used his hands and 5 implements with corner time between each. He knew it was my first time for a punishment spanking and he did show lots of care throughout the session which lasted about 90 minutes. I had told myself that I wanted to have an actual good first experience and I was not going to use my safe word no matter what. It hurt lots, and I squirmed lots and got out of position about a couple of times, but to my surprise I never cried. I supposed I was in shock...what kept playing in my head was "Wow...this is really happening - I'm getting spanked!" It began otk with hand over my skirt. Then a small wooden paddle beginning over panties and then on bare bottom. Then a small carpet beater looking thing made of loopy wires (not sure what to call it) on the bare. That really stung and that's when the squirming started. After that, it was two pops with the paddle over panties while bent over the back of a chair. Then the belt on the bare while laying atop of pillows on the bed. Then lastly, the implement that really burned was the strap also on the bare over pillows. I got out of position saying I had had enough (knowing I could say my safe word, but didn't) and my mentor reminded me that he would let me know when I've received enough and to get back into position or he'd bring out the paddle. I got back into position. My mentor said he'd give me 5 more and we were done. Well, after just 3 he dropped the strap on the floor and said we were done. After throwing the strap on the floor he reached over to massage my shoulders and my back and telling me I had done very well taking my punishment. That was very soothing to me. He could have given me all 5 as he had said, but he stopped at 3. It left me wondering why. I didn't find out until I got home and I was showing my hubby my punished bottom that I realized why my mentor had stopped. My hubby said, "Babe, you have blood stains on your underwear!" At first I was shocked and said, "What??" I saw a huge concern on the hubby's face. (Btw, hubby is more vanilla...he spanks me as play, not punishment.) Then I remembered my mentor stopping at 3 when he had said 5 and I explained to my hubby more about my discipline session. I told him him I never cried during session and I could have used my safe word and I didn't. All my mentor new was what I wanted...a real punishment experience and a good one and I said, "He gave me what I asked for." Hopefully, next time we meet, I'll be able to cry. I feel I need that release. We have talked about it. He is glad to have given me what I was seeking, though he did tell me he had hoped to hear the safe word. I explained how I felt not wanting to use it so I could feel like I got a good experience. He felt bad for not having stopped sooner. Hated that he made me bleed. I told him it had only been a couple small stains. As being the first time he spanked me and my first time being spanked as an adult like that, it was really more like an experiment as we're trying to figure out how much I can take. Apparently, I took a good licking last June 2016. Not sure when it will happen again. Not sure if my mentor will travel to visit again or if I'll be brave enough to go over a new spanker's lap...but all I know is that I'm long overdue! May this journey of mine continue!
  17. I got a spanking today way over due. It was a maintenance spanking, hopefully I continue to be a good boy so I wont need a real punishment spanking, because that hurt enough.
  18. male here, 43 - love to chat about spanking and if we want to meet, a spanking could be fun!
  19. At my most recent spanking, my spanker asked if I was feeling the hand spanking at all. She is shorter than me, and this is the first time she asked me this at any of my spankings. When I ask for additional spanking after the main spanking, so far it's just been another hand spanking. I'm looking for tips on how to feel the hand spanking more, and display that it is making an impression without overreacting like some of the hyenas on spanking videos.
  20. After the first incident with my step mother, things have never been the same again between us. My hatred and annoyance towards her, have turned into fear. I am afraid to disobey her, she has implemented rules into my life, that I do not like, and the fact that I am an adult, and cannot stay out with my friends after 10pm, is a little stressful. I always have to come up with an excuse to why I have to go home, while everyone else is out having fun. Paige says that it is best for me, and she likes to know where I am at, at all times. Last weekend was a pretty interesting, yet painful story. You see my Bio- Mother and my step-Mother met each other for the first time. My Birth mother who I call bio – mother, (because the only thing she ever did was bring me into this world and give me to my grandmother when I was a kid) was at my cousin’s house party and things ran a little late, I had been drinking and obviously couldn’t drive home. So I had to wait until someone who was sober could take me home on their way out. I completely lost track of time and received a call at 10:15 pm from Paige. When I looked at my phone, and saw the time and Paige’s number on the caller I.D, I knew I was in trouble. Words couldn’t describe how afraid I was, my heart was pounding and my ass was still sore from the last time…I begin to cry, because I knew what was going to happen. I hesitated for a moment and pressed the accept call button on the cell phone. “Hello?” I whispered, turned away from everyone else in the room so that they could not see my facial expression. “Hi Darnez”, Paige said in her ever so sweet voice, this worried me more, because she was not yelling…”Where are you sweetie”? She asked. “I am at my Cousin Melinda’s house, she was having a party”, I said quietly, the thought of what she was going to say next was killing me inside! I knew I was in trouble… “You know the rules sweetie, you are supposed to be at home. That way, I can know where you are at all times, do you have an excuse”? She asked. “I was drinking and I am a little drunk so, I didn’t want to drive home, I’m sorry, I know I disobeyed you, please forgive me, I will never do it again”. “Oh, sweetie I know, you will NEVER do it again. I am on my way to pick you up, I think will should have a talk, just you and I”! Paige said as she hung up the phone. The sound of an empty line, silenced the world around me, I was terrified. Paige is going to kill me, I thought to myself, the thought, made me run into the Bathroom and throw up everything I ate earlier that night. After I cleaned myself up, I realized what I had on, A short skirt with tights on under them, but they were fish net tights, that had a sheer opening on both sides, and a Tiny black sheer see threw shirt, which exposed my strapless bra...I borrowed a large jacket from my cousin’s boyfriend, in hope that Paige wouldn’t see my outfit. I went outside, and sat on the curb waiting for Paige to arrive when my Bio Mom came out to sit next to me. “What’s up home girl” she said, as she started to burst out laughing, not only was she drunk she was also High. “Nothing Tonya”, I replied. “Come on, Dee, let’s go and dance” she said, as she stood up and danced to the music that had escaped from the party inside. Right then, Paige drove up, and I quickly stood up and looked in the SUV she was driving, the look that she gave me was terrifying… “Girl you look like you saw a Ghost”, my Bio Mom Said, as she laughed. Paige quickly parked in front of where I stood, got out of the SUV and stormed where I was, I was too afraid to move, too afraid to think. Paige stopped in front of me, and raised her hand to slap me… “No Mom, please don’t hit me”, I cried as I made a shield around my face. Paige lowered her hands as she heard my Bio Mom, Tonya say, wait, you call her Mom. You don’t even call me mom and I gave birth to you, I see how you want to act Heifer. “Excuse me”, Paige said. Don’t talk to my child like that. Bio Mom Laughed…”Your child, last time I checked I gave birth to her, and you meet her like, a year ago? You better get out of my face Bitch before I kick your ass”... Paige and Bio Mom Exchange a couple of more words before, Paige stormed away and grabbed me by my arm, almost throwing me inside of the SUV. Bio Mom shouted, yeah you better run Bitch! I will see you later baby, she said to me, and resumed dancing, I watched her walk into the house and disappear behind the door. All of a sudden I felt a smack on the side of my face, Paige hit me. I looked at her with tears in my eyes and she said, I better not hear a peak coming from you, do you understand? I nodded my head in agreement, trying to dry my waterfall of tears. You better stop crying, you will need those tears for later she said, as she giggled her evil laugh... I couldn’t help but wonder, how I could get to this, here I am a 21 years old woman, sitting and crying in her Bitch of a Stepmother’s Van. I wish I could go back to that day, when I went to return my father’s things, and had been nice to her… maybe, I wouldn’t be going through hell now. Who knows how long this will last? I hope it is over soon. When we arrived to my father’s and Paige’s home, she parked to car then looked at me for a good minute before she continued to speak. I believe she was looking for the fear in my eyes, because she had that evil grin on her face. I want you to go in the house and sleep in the guest room tonight, your father is here, and that is the only reason why, I am not tearing your ass up right now. Do you understand me? Yes Ma’am. Now go, she ordered. I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me, Paige came up behind me and smacked me hard on the ass and Said, hurry up…I walked a little faster as she followed me into the house and down the hall, into the guess bedroom. When we entered the room Paige ordered me to take off my clothes, so that she could give me something to sleep in, she could see I was hesitant so, she slowly walked up to me, and asked, “What are you hiding, Darnez” Nothing Paige I swear. I didn’t catch my mistake in time enough to correct it, and before I knew it, I was once again over Paige’s knee. She was so strong and overpowering…she grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back. I let out a small cry and Paige said, you better Shut-up…Wake your father up tonight, and I will make the morning twice as rough for you. Now, what did you call me? WHAT, is my name Darnez? It’s Mom, I cried softly. That’s right, She gave me one Hard smack on the ass that was mostly absorbed by the jacket I had on And then threw me on the Bed, and said, take off that Jacket and those clothes, Now! I slowly zipped down the Jacket and Paige examined the clothes I had on underneath, and then looked at me like I committed an unspeakable crime. What in the hell is this trash that you have on. I thought we agreed that you will not be dressed like a stripper… I bowed my head and began to cry, Paige grabbed the clothes that she wanted me to sleep in and threw them at me, and exited the room. ….To be continued. That night, I tried not to go to sleep because I knew tonight would be one of those nights, that seemed as if as soon as I went to sleep, morning would come…I couldn’t help but pass out though, all the crying I did that night, and the alcohol I had in my system that I consumed at the party, made me sleep like a baby, despite How afraid I was. I was awaked the next morning by a soft shake, I rolled over to look at the person who was standing there, it was my father. Hi Dad, Good morning, I said as I began to sit up. Good morning big head, he teased. Paige told me you were here this morning My heart began to pound again, when he said the name Paige, as if it was a curse or something. I immediately become afraid. Yeah Dad, I spent the night here. That’s nice baby, I always like it when you come by, but Darnez, Why is the side of your face swollen? I remembered what happened last night, and that’s when I noticed Paige standing at the door, with her eyes piercing my soul, and her arms crossed, it was almost as if she was silently threatening me. Me and Melinda, was play fighting last night at the party last night, and she got me, I said to my Dad. I wanted nothing more but to tell him that it was his wife, is a complete psycho bitch, who likes to beat on me, but I was afraid of her more than ever. Well, next time you will have to get her back. No one puts their hands on my Baby, he laughed. I have to go to work now sweetie, I will see you later, he kissed me on the forehead and walked towards the door, kissed Paige who was still standing there and exited the room. Paige, looked at me and smiled, then turned around and followed my father, closing the door behind her. I sat quietly on the bed, I was completely afraid to do anything. I got up the courage to get up and walk to the door, as I attempted to talk myself into becoming more brave, I needed to tell Paige to stop controlling me, maybe I can get out of the spanking I knew she was going to give me. I tried to turn the knob, but that bitch had locked me in. I begin to panic, violently shaking the door. Let me out! I shouted, let me out now! Please! I want to go home. There, there, Paige said from the other side of the door. Don’t make a fuss, you will go home, just not now. We have some things that we need to discuss first, and as soon as your father has gathered all of his work materials from the garage and leave we will begin, but you need to be quiet! You are making things really bad for yourself, young lady. Disobeying me, lying and dressing improperly, I have to teach you how to be a proper young lady. You’re Crazy! I shouted back at Paige, you can’t do this to me, you can go to jail for this, I don’t want you to hit me anymore, just leave me alone please! Well, your father is officially gone, Paige said in the evil tone of voice she always uses. It’s time Mommy teach you right from wrong Darnez. The door knob begin to move from the other side, Paige was coming in. I became afraid even more, when I knew she was moments away from “teaching me again” I ran back on the bed and put my knees up to my chest, as if It would shield me from Paige. I looked up at her as she approached the bed. Please no! I begged, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. Paige approached me smiling. She sat on the bed next to me, grabbed me by my hair and pulled me over her lap. She didn’t even hold my legs down anymore. She knew I was too afraid of her to move from where she put me. She started to spank me on my ass about 50 times, I believe, I just laid there crying, and pleading for her to stop, she just kept going. She then pulled my pants down, and issued me about another 50 blows. I cried and begged, but she just kept going and going. She then pulled my panties down, I tried to stop her from doing that by tugging them up while she was pulling them down, when all of a sudden, I felt a hard smack on the top of my hands. OW! I screamed. Paige then stopped trying to pull my panties down, and showed me a large wooden hair brush. If you put your hand back here again, I am going to hit you 20 times on that hand, with this brush, do you understand? Yes Ma’am I answered back. Good girl, she said. She pulled my panties down slowly, and said don’t let these go past you knees, or you will regret it! She then started to spank me with the hair brush, It hurt-ed so bad, every hit made me want to get up and run. I started to scream from the pain, Mom, Please no! I will be good, I promise! She just continued to hit me over and over again. My ass felt hot, and sore at the same time. Mom please stop, I continued to beg but she didn’t listen. I got enough courage to try to get off her lap and run but all she did was pin me in between her legs and continued to spank me You’re not going anywhere, until I am finished! I am going to teach you about running away from me too. She continued, about 100 smacks later she stopped and told me to stand up. I did as instructed looking down at the floor, because I was embarrassed. She then asked why I was getting punished today, I replied back, I disobeyed you. And? She asked. I wasn’t dressed properly. And what else, Paige said. I called you Paige, last night. I answered. And? She asked sounding impatient. I lied to you and tried to hide things from you. I begin to cry again with that sentence. I do not know what I lied about, but I remembered she said that I did last night. That is 5 things that you did wrong, and need to be punished for. I thought to myself, what was all of what just happened, what was she spanking me for then? My mind wanted to ask her that so bad, but my body begged me not too. Take off those pants, and the panties, that you have on, Paige ordered. I slowly stepped out of my pants that was around my ankles and pulled my panties down from around me knees. My ass hurt-ed just from bending over. Once I was nude, from bottom down, I put my arms in front of me, trying to hide myself from Paige, she laughed and took off her belt. I knew exactly what was about to happen. Lay on the bed, Ordered Paige. I slowly crawled on the bed and Paige hit me with the belt, and told me to move quickly. I screamed from the hit, and laid down as instructed. She then handed me two pillows and told me to prop my ass up in the air. I did as instructed. You are going to receive 500 smacks from this belt, because you are being punished for 5 things today. Do you understand? Yes Ma’am, I answered. I saw her raise the belt in her hand above her head and then I turned my head and buried my face in the covers and clenched the sheet. The first blow, hurt-ed so bad, I screamed and moved my ass sideways, so that she couldn’t get to my ass any more, she reached out and pulled me back on the pillows properly, gave me a smack on the ass with her hands and whispered in my ear that I better not move again. I nodded. She then hit me again, and again with the belt, I screamed so loud, I think that the neighbors might have heard me. The first 100, was so bad! I didn’t think I could take any more. I begged Paige to stop, I screamed I cried anything that would have convinced her that I learned my lesson. Nothing seemed to work, 100 turned into 200, 200 turned into 300…Blow after blow, it was as if she didn’t get tired at all hitting me with every ounce of strength she had. I tried to think of other things that will help me take my mind away from the pain. After 400 she made me count each one, it was extremely hard to do so because of the pain, and my tears. If you told me a month ago that this would be my life, I would have told you, you was lying, and that I would never let anyone do this to me. The fact that she is so much stronger than me, and I know that she feels as if she could just put me over her knee at any time, and there is nothing I can do about it, gives her power over me, power that no one else who never experience this could ever understand. I was so happy when the 500 was over. I couldn’t even talk properly any more, I was like a little child who was crying, and couldn’t get her words out. My punishment was far from over however. After the 500 whips from the belt, she told me I better not move a muscle until she told me I could. I was super afraid to disobey her. She returned with a green extension cord, when I saw what she had in her hand, I almost died inside. She said that there was one final lesson that she wanted me to learn. And that lesson was that I was hers. I belonged to her, and there is nothing that she cannot do to me, if I disobey her, I will have to pay the price. She said that since I don’t seem to learn anything, without punishment she would teach me this lesson now. How many whacks do you think you deserve with this, she asked me. None Mom. I know I will never disobey you again, please don’t, I will do anything you want, I will give you anything you want, please don’t do this!! I cried. Tears were streaming down my face. Wrong answer, she said. The answer is 100, mom. Now how many whacks do you think you deserve with this? I closed my eyes, and said 100 mom. Good girl, she said. I know I can have anything that I want from you, and I know I can do anything I want to you. ANYTHING. Your mines now! I tried to give you the space you needed, and let you make your own choices, but you’re clearly not ready, she said as she shook her head, and tied the cord around her hand and issued the first whack. I screamed louder than ever, it hurts so badly. Be quiet, Paige said. She issued each whack in sets of 10. My ass was on fire, and I was more afraid of page than ever before, if this isn’t her worst. I don’t want to find out what is. When the punishment was over I curled up in the fetal position, crying. Paige came up behind me rubbing my ass softly, and she said, I know it hurts now, but one day you will thank me. I just want the best for you, Mommy loves you, and do you know that. I let out a soft, yes. I was still sniffing my nose, with tears running from my eyes. I love you too, Mommy, I said in an attempt to please Paige. Oh, I know sweetie she said. She got up, gave me a kiss on my forehead, took the brush, belt and cord with her, and walked out the door , stopped turned around and said, let me know when you are ready to go home, your punishment is over, you are free to go. To be continued…..
  21. I'm looking for some one who will take control, push me to the bed and bend me over it. Spank me through my pants, then pull down my pants and underwear so fast it makes my ass jiggle. Show me who's BOSS by giving 30 serious slaps across my soft jiggly white cheeks until they are a nice shade of pink! When you ask me if I've learned my lesson you will get a smart ass answer which will REALLY set you off on my big round ass with a flurry of hard smacks from one cheek to the other so loud they can hear it in the lobby! By now you have made my ass a beautiful shade of bright red. You ask again if I have learned to be a good boy while rubbing my ass. Even though my ass is on fire and I know I won't be able to sit comfortably for a few days...I refuse to answer. You tell me you are going to ask me ONE MORE TIME! You ask again......even though I will surely be in tears when your done I refuse to answer. You pull me up by my hair and push over to the other side of the bed. You then push me onto the bed and order me to lay on my belly with my ass pushed into the air with a pillow under my pelvis. NOW OFF COMES YOUR BELT!!! You tell me to count each of 30 swats with the belt out loud and if I miss one we start from the beginning! I wait holding my breath... I know it's coming but I can't see it. My heart is racing and my mouth is watering..... when will it come! CRACK!, CRACK...CRACK three hard fast swats with your leather belt cross my already red ass! OMG! You now in form me that I forgot to count...CRACK....I scream ONE! CRACK, ....TWO. You tell me I am going to regret my not answering and give me a flurry of belt whips now! I scream OH MY GOD THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN! I am crying and squirming around the bed. You give me a minute to think about it then ask again...HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?! I finally say YES! Now you will make sure I have learned by giving me ten more swats with the belt, then you pull me quickly OVER YOUR KNEED holding my legs down with you leg over them. My ass is in perfect view for you to admire your work. I SCREAM, I SAID I LEARNED! You tell me this is so I don't forget and proceed to give me several minutes of hand spanking. I am then told to stand in front of my hotel room window with my bare red ass facing out the window so everyone can see what happens when you don't listen and do what your told!!!!!!
  22. I have been a spanker for over twenty years, for much of that time as a professional spanker, I find that many of the ladies (and I only spank ladies or couples) who visit me for disciplinary spanking gravitate after a session or two to a mixture of erotic and disciplinary. My free website www.thedisciplinarian.com details much of my experience and besides advice to 'newbies' I also give examples of ladies, couples and even lesbians I have spanked. For me the disciplinary spanking was the 'bread and butter' on the table but the erotic spanking drew out from the laies the pleasures - as well as the pain! On my website I have tried to put video examples of me using all of the main instruments and also pictures of some of those I favour. By the way I am now retired professionally but still have 'play' with erotic spanking durnovernum133
  23. Hi, I'm Darnez, I am 21 years old female, and last year my father married a complete psycho bitch! Her name is Paige. She is about 45, blonde hair, brown eyes, 5'5...pretty average if you ask me... Let me tell you about the first time she spanked me, it was completely unfair, and I absolutely hated her for it..It was last month, and I was going out with my best friend, to hang out at the beach for a party that we had been invited to. My father asked me to stop by his house, on my way to pick up my best friend so that I can return some of the items that he had left at my house earlier that week when he was fixing on my car. Anyway, when I arrived to his home, Paige answered the door, she invited me in the house, and told me that my father was not at home at the moment and that I could put his belongings in the garage, as I made my way to the Garage, Paige followed me, she was going on about how lucky I am to be young, and have the rest of my life ahead of me and that I needed to apply myself more. When I reached the Garage, I turned around and faced her, and told her that she needed to leave me alone, and that if I wanted her advice, I would ask her. She looked apologetic and said that she was sorry and that she was only trying to help me not make the same mistakes that younger people tend to make... She then started to critise my outfit, I had on a bikini top, and some cut off shorts so that it can make my ass look bigger...I told her that my outfit, was none of her concern and that I am grown and can wear what ever I like. It's true, I am grown, but Paige took my message the wrong way, she told me that she would tell my father about how rude, I am to her, and about my clothes, or lack there of. I told her that I did not care, and I am grown, and there is nothing my father could do, because he does not buy any of my clothes, I do. Then I made the biggest mistake and told her that she needs to Shut-up and stay out of my business. She then said, you will never talk to me like that, do you understand I told her, I could talk to her any way that I want, because I Am Grown, and that is what Grown people do..They speak their mind... She then replied, Oh, is that what Grown people do She glared at me, and came closer and closer to me, I slowly backed up and told her that she better get out of my way. I have a party to get to and I do not have time to deal with her. Oh, I think that you will be a little late for that party, Paige replied. I need to teach you to respect me, and not go out in public looking like a stripper.. She had me cornered into the wall, I must admit, I was a little nervous, but I knew that I had to say something back, otherwise my pride would be hurt.. I said, get out of my way Paige! I shouted, I am going to a pool party on the beach stupid, therefore it is okay , and like I told you before, I am grown... I shoved her lightly, in order to get from trapped between her and the wall. Your not going any where, she said with a deeper voice, She grabbed me by the ear and took me into the living room. I tried my hardest to get out of her grasp but the more I struggled the tighter her grip got... Let me go, Stupid, you can not do this to me! I can have you arrested for this...I said to Paige. A mother, can't get arrested for punishing her child...she said, still in that deep darker voice, Your not my mother, Paige! Let me go right now... Mommy has to teach you a lesson, she said grinning... Still holding my ear, she sat down on the sofa,and placed me over her knee...That was the most awkward thing ever, I tried to get up, but she held my legs down, with her legs, and had an arm on my back so that I couldn't get up.. Let me go, Bitch! I shouted...I was very annoyed and angry, and wanting no more than to leave this house. You are going to regret that young lady! She then started hitting my ass with her hand, and I couldn't do anything but wiggle... What are you doing Paige I asked...You need to let me go! I am grown, spankings, are not going to hurt me! We'll see, she said. She continued to hit me over and over, I continued to try and get up, but to my suprise she was so much stronger than me...I'm 4'11, but still that is highly, unlikely that someone can overpower me...but she did. Every smack hurt-ed a little bit more than the one before, and my butt started to sting, so I tried to rub my ass for some relief, but yet again, she pined my arm back, and said, no I don't think so, you need to feel this, she laughed. My ass got to the point where I was trying to avoid smacks, because the pain was becoming slightly unbearable, I tried not to give her satisfaction so I made sure that I did not cry or whimper...About 200 smacks later, she finally stopped, I was so happy,that it was finally over, or so I thought...I remained quiet, because I was afraid she would continue, if I gave her any lip, But I was wrong, it was not over yet...I tried so hard not to cry or even frown...I didn't want her to think that she won..She got off the sofa, and then bent me over the arm of the sofa...She said, You better not move, or you will be sorry, you will only make it worst for yourself, Do you understand I didn't say any thing, I just nodded...I must admit, I was a little afraid, given the situation...She took off the belt she had on, it was a brown weaved leather belt, I believed...When I saw her take her belt off, I looked forward and then closed my eyes, as if It would make her not do what she was about to. She then said, I am doing this for your own good...And hit me so hard, I gasped, I knew it would hurt, considering how sore my ass already was, but I didn't think it would feel like this. I heard her giggle... I started crying lightly, I said Paige please don't, it hurts so bad... I know it hurts, silly, it's suppose to...Now be a good girl and don't talk unless I tell you too...Understand Paige, please stop, I'm sorry! She then gave me another smack with the belt..I tried to hide my silent tears, Here I was a grown woman, crying, I told you to be quiet..she gave me ten more smacks and then told me, she was going to take a break...And that I was to go and get her a glass of water... I stood up and walked into the kitchen, and thought about leaving out of the back door, she saw me looking at it and said, you better not...you will be sorry if you do! I got the glass of water, and brought it to her, she took the glass, drink-ed a little and said, go back where you were, and lower your shorts, then bend over, and don't move she ordered... But Paige... She interrupted me, Do as I say, and Do not call me Paige anymore, I am your mother and you will call me mom, Understood Yes, I replied... Yes what she asked. Yes Ma'am, I answered.. Very good, she finished the water and came back around with her belt, She then gave me 20 smacks on each side, and then said, if you ever tell anyone about this, you will be sorry! I just nodded in agreement, she then lowered my swimsuit bottoms, and Gave me a hard ass smack with her hand, I cried out loud, not only because it hurt-ed so bad, but also because I was embarrassed, and I think that she knew it, because she laughed..she then told me to count the smacks and after every one say, Sorry Mommy, I was a bad girl, can I have another one . I cried just from hearing her say that...she gave me 52 smacks, 2 extra just because I didn't say the phrase right, about the 20th one, the pain was so unbearable. I cried out loud, and didn't care anymore, about my pride,because it hurted so bad! After the spanking was over, she told me to stand in the corner with my hands on top of my head, she told me I better not move, or I would have to receive more punishment, for disobeying her...20 mins later, she walked up behind me, gave me one last final smack, and told me I could relax, punishment was over, I collapsed on the floor, careful not to sit on my ass, I looked up at my stepmother, with tears in my eyes, she knelled down and said are those I'm sorry tears, I said, yes Mom, and she said, I forgive you. She handed me some of her clothes, and said you may go to your party, but I want you to call me when you get home, you must be at your house, at ten. I gave her a weird look... problem she asked, No Ma'am. Good girl, now run along, next week I want to talk about about your college grades. she walked away with a smile on her face, and my swim suit and short, in her hand...I got dressed with the clothes she gave me and went to the party... If you guys, like this story, and I get good feedback, I will tell you more spanking stories!
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