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  1. This question is mainly targeting Spankers. Are getting Cs a spankable offense? Seems kind of like a gray area and wanted some opinions on the matter.
  2. Hi guys, Just looking for some advice/ insight, me and my partner have been practicing DD for approximately two years, although due to covid spankings and in person punishments have been very sporadic - and as a result my behaviour has definitely suffered. We’ve decided to invest in a ‘punishment paddle’ for more serious offence. Up until now we’ve only really used, hands, belts, crops and leather paddles. This is our first wooden implement and is 16”x4” Purpleheart paddle with 8 bevelled holes drilled completely through. (I’ll attach a photo below for reference) I’m fully aware that I’m going to be given a severe (and well deserved) paddling when we are finally able to meet again next week- and was hoping some of you more experienced lot would be able to give me some insight into how bad it may actually be/ how it will compare with any of the other implements we’ve previously used. And also any tips on what I need to be doing both before (leading up to) and after my punishment to ensure there is no real, lasting damage, whilst still ensuring that I will feel it for a few days after, and remember it for a hell of a lot longer. Thank you all in advance Faye x
  3. Hey. Im a 20M in need of a female disciplinarian. I feel a blistered bottom and some severe punishments are a requirement for me right now.
  4. So here it comes. You know you've earned it. He warned you and you didn't listen. You're gonna get a spanking from him. "Will that be so bad", you wonder. You quickly shake off that thought... "of course it will be! It's gonna hurt like crazy!" He's never spanked you before and he's never even seen you remotely undressed. You just share an apartment out of convenience and the thought of anything else has never even crossed your mind... but you wonder... has it ever crossed his? No matter. This is a spanking and will be the closest either of you have ever been to one another. When he calls you into the lving room, you notice he is sitting in an armless dining room chair, turned around and pulled away from the table. You also notice that the window blinds are all open. Whatever happens next will be on display for anyone that cares to notice. At least you are on the second floor, though... You approach ever so slowly, without making it look like you're being slow. You're wearing your favorite jeans and t-shirt and then you realize that it was never stated how the spanking would take place... nothing was ever said about what would be worn, or not worn for that matter. You just knew that certain things warranted a spanking and that was it. You never dreamed it would seriously happen. When you get to him, he takes your hand and gently has you stand in front of him. At first he speaks gently about what you did, and then gradually it becomes a scolding. You haven't been scolded since you were a little girl and it almost makes you cry. You think "Surely this is just a game!" You give him a little smile; one you save for special occasions, hoping that it will break the mood and you two can have a good laugh about it all. He stops scolding and says in a voice you didn't even know he had "wipe the smile off your face. Now." Ok, that makes a tear come to the corner of your eye. This is real after all... But wait. He then tells you to put your hands on his shoulders. As he begins to reach towards you again, you think "maybe he's gonna just hug me after all!" That question is answered in very short order though. Nope, he's now unfastening your pants. "Well", you think, "so maybe a spanking has to at least be with my jeans down. I can do this." Then the thought hits you... "what panties do I have on? Am i even wearing panties?" For the life of you, you dont remember... You hope that you're not wearing that sexy red thong or your Wonder Woman bikinis. That would certainly be embarassing! No matter what you have on, and you're not looking at this point. It doesn't matter what you have on, you realize as you feel his fingers enter the waistband and pull them down past your knees... you don't even remember him pulling your jeans down beacuase you were too worried about you panties when it was happening. You feel your face flush red with embarassment and begin to feel warm all over. It's then you feel the cool of the room on your bare bottom. The next thing you know, he's taken your hand again, gently, but firmly, and you are going across his lap. You see the floor and the legs of the chair and realize that there's no question about it. This spanking is about to happen and there's not a thing you can do about it. You grab the chair legs and hold on. An eternal second goes by while you feel his hand on your bare butt and realize that there are now less boundaries between you. He's seen and touched your bare butt. You wonder if he will see more than that during your spanking, cause you know you're gonna kick and squirm and there is no way to hide it. The tear that formed in the corner of your eye before now falls and you realize both of your eyes are watery and you're about to cry. The next thing you know, there is a loud smack sound, a sting on your right cheek and an echo in the room of a spanked bottom. This is followed slowly at first and then more rapidly and loudly as each cheek is attended to by his hand. You realize that this is gonna be a long, hard, thorough spanking and the tears start to flow.
  5. 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!"
  6. 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.”
  7. “…and she said to me, ‘You must really be a masochist!’” Colleen paused a bit before continuing, “I do have a high pain tolerance, you know.” This was not the first unusual thing I’d heard Colleen say. She had once asked me how she could lose some weight. I said, jokingly, “I could make you get your exercise by chasing you with a paddle.” She answered softly, “I might not run.” But this latest comment made me pull into a parking lot, turn off the engine, and turn to her. “All right, Colleen, out with it.” I already knew, or was pretty sure I knew, how her answer was going to go. She had already told me about her past, and some of the things she’d done. As a result, she was filled with guilt, and her self-esteem was really low. A tear made its way down her cheek, and she bowed her head in silence. “Okay, then,” I said. “I think I know exactly what it is. You want me to spank you, don’t you?” At the word “spank,” she lifted her head, looked me straight in the eye, and nodded. I took her hand in mine. “I thought so,” I said softly. “I think this is something you’ve been wanting for a very long time, isn’t it?” She nodded again, then dropped her head and let out a sob. I knew I couldn’t let her go on this way; it was tearing her apart. “Look at me, Colleen,” I told her. She raised her head again, her lip quivering. I touched her cheek gently. “Then I will.” At those words, her eyes widened, and a faint hint of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. “But there are some things you need to understand, young lady.” She looked at me steadily, but with a questioning air. “The first thing is that I will be in complete charge. I will determine everything, and you will do exactly what I tell you.” She nodded and whispered, “Yes.” I cleared my throat and continued. “The second thing is that once we start, we go to the end. There will be no changing your mind or backing out.” Colleen swallowed hard and said, “I agree.” “The last thing is that I will have the right to spank you in the future when and as I see fit. By taking it the first time, you agree to take it always.” Her mouth dropped for a second, and then she lowered her head again and nodded. “I accept your conditions, Jim.” I knew I needed two things: an implement, and a place. I pulled into a drugstore parking lot and went back to the hair-care aisle, where I found a lightweight but wide hairbrush. I smacked it lightly into my palm a couple of times. Perfect. I went back to the car where Colleen was waiting. I pulled the brush out of the bag and showed it to her, then placed it on the seat between us. I saw her fingering the back of it as I put the car in gear and drove out. I drove out into the country, out to the century-old house where my mother and my two uncles had grown up, and where both my grandmother and my aunt had run a little one-chair beauty shop. I went across the road to my aunt’s house and borrowed the shop keys, telling her I had to check on something in there. I went back across the road and opened Colleen’s door; she handed me the hairbrush before getting out. I opened the door and stepped in first, pulling the cord on the light switch. There was the sink and the chair, the hairdryer chair, and a vinyl covered love seat. I sat down in the middle of the love seat and beckoned to Colleen. She stepped over, slowly and hesitantly. Pointing to her slacks, I said, “Take them down.” “Take them down?” she whispered, blushing. “Yes, Colleen, take them down. I’m in charge of this, remember?” Slowly, she pulled her pants down and stepped out of them, standing there, obviously embarrassed, in her panties and blouse. I took her arm in my left hand and helped her arrange herself over my knee. Then I picked up the brush. “Why am I doing this, Colleen?” She swallowed hard before replying. “Because of those terrible things I did, Jim.” “That’s right, Colleen, because of those things you did. You deserve this spanking, don’t you?” “Y-yes, yes I do, Jim.” “I agree. So I want you to ask me for it.” She turned her head to look up at me. “Please, Jim, spank me. I’ve done bad things, and I deserve to have you spank me, long and hard. Please spank me now.” I hooked my thumb under the waistband of her panties. “Raise your hips, Colleen.” She pushed herself up a little off my lap, and I slid her panties down her hips and down to her knees. I placed the hairbrush on her right buttock. “This is going to hurt, Colleen. It’s going to hurt a lot. I intend for it to hurt, so you’ll remember that you’ve been punished for the things you did. You can beg, plead, say you’re sorry, or whatever else you want, but you’re getting spanked until I think you’ve had enough, young lady. Understand?” “Y-y-yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “All right then.” I raised the hairbrush high and brought it down hard on her right buttock. An angry red spot erupted immediately, and she sucked in her breath loudly. “You told me you had high pain tolerance. I’m going to put that to the test, Colleen.” With that, I began raining a flurry of spanks onto her reddening cheeks. Colleen’s grunts and air-sucking noises began to give way to small cries and then to ever louder ones. Soon she was crying like a baby and wriggling on my lap. I held her down tighter and continued to spank, working my way down to her “sit spots” and then to her upper thighs. Her cries increased in volume as her bottom turned deeper shades of red under the relentless onslaught. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her blistered cheeks. She could no longer beg or plead; her cries were practically incoherent. I could see that she would have some bruises that would remind her of this spanking for the next few days every time she tried to sit down. I put the brush down, reached for a bottle of aloe gel, and began rubbing it gently into the hot, sore skin. She gasped at my touch, then composed herself with an effort. “There, now, Colleen. It’s over.” She looked at me and nodded through eyes full of tears. “Th-thank you, Jim.” I helped her to her feet, and she clutched me tightly, still bawling. I held her, patted her back, and made shushing sounds, as I imagined her father might have done. In a few minutes, she got enough self-control back to look up at me and smile. “I do mean it, Jim. Thanks for doing that for me. No one else has cared enough to do it.” I took her face in my hands and looked her in the eye. “I do care, Colleen. Enough to have done it just then, and enough to do it again any time I think you need it—or any time you do.” She looked up at me again, then smiled, nodded, and lowered her head. I took her outside and opened the door for her. Instead of sitting in the seat, she knelt in the floorboard and put her elbows on the seat. She looked up at me, and I nodded. “I think you’re right there, Colleen.” I returned the keys to my aunt, glad she hadn’t heard anything, and returned to the car. I placed the brush in the glove compartment and drove Colleen home. Two weeks later, I took Colleen to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. After we finished, I opened her door for her, and then went around to my side. The hairbrush was lying on the seat between us. Our eyes met, and no more needed to be said.
  8. XHello out there! is there anyone in the Ogden Utah or Pocatello Idaho area in need of a spanking? or the desire to give someone a spanking? Prefer females but willing to consider select males. OTK Spanking for what ever reason. Understanding, and discreet. Lets make it happen! Rob
  9. Thought I'd share my latest punishment. My partner (Daddy-Dom) and I went to the store today cause we needed groceries. When we go out sometimes he likes to grope me when people aren't looking. Upon doing so he realized that I had a stain on my shirt.... Well this didn't make him very happy. He asked me what happened and I said I didn't know. "Oh you don't know? Maybe I should have you take off your shirt and just wear your coat until we're done since it's dirty... Actually, yes, go to the bathroom, take off the dirty shirt and return." So I did utterly embarrassed when walking out knowing I now had nothing under my coat cause I didn't wear a bra today.... Which is something he prefers, but is not required thank goodness! Expect for this time because now I had my coat on and while none was actually looking at me, it still embarrassed the heck out of me. We finished our shopping of course he stilled groped me and pulled my zipper down on my coat just a tad for that extra bit of embarrassment 😳😳😳. We left and upon getting in the car he made me not wear my coat or shirt. Ugh 😩. I thought that was the punishment, but I was wrong! Upon entering the house he told me to strip and go into his office and bend over his desk 😱😰. Of course my big mouth a few days ago was talking about how I wanted this... But I wasn't expecting it so soon! I had told him I wanted to be held responsible more and how I wanted spankings to be more involved. So off I went to his office now naked and bent over his desk. I waited a good ten minutes while he out away the groceries. Upon coming in he didn't say anything right away just arranged the room more. "So, why are you bent over my desk?" "Because I had a messy shirt on." Suddenly I felt the paddle tap against my skin and groaned. "Why do I not want you to wear clothes with stains on it?" "Because I look like a slob, sir." "Yes! When you look like a slob that doesn't make me look good either. So, your going to spell out the word slob while I spank you." I spelt slob him going back and forth with the paddle. With no warm up, it hurts like hell!!! My butt was on fire after those four. Then I got an additional five for shouting the day before during and arugment. He made me spell shout. After it was all done we hugged and I got aftercare. It was good 😊 Thought I'd share my most recent experience. Feel free to ask questions and I'll be happy to reply as I can.
  10. Just to get the ball rolling. Ladies, what sort or spanking or punishment would you give a man who has a roving eye and looks at porn for far too often? Is this a serious offense for you or just "boys will be boys" getting out of hand?
  11. Hello, I would like to know how the one who spanks knows that the one who receives this spanking is sufficiently punished? Is it based on the reaction of the one being punished? Thank you for your answers.
  12. What do you think of the idea of giving or getting a very hard punishment spanking after being forced to have an orgasm? This is the gold standard for harsh since it drains away all of the erotic energy the EE has and forces them to experience the punishment with no relief afterward.
  13. Drop a pic of your spanked bottoms! ...and if you dare... tell us why you got spanked😜 Pic attached is several days after a directed "selfie" ... stupid hole-y paddle!! Thighs are red from laying in the sun, not spanking😉
  14. had to write out your own punishment AS a punishment? I'm to do it tomorrow and I'm beyond words
  15. It's been so long since I have posted one of these and I don't want to! I even said I'd get another spanking which was a choice before in place of this. Miss put her arm around my waist,took off my slipper,then spanked me while telling me how cute my blue pajamas were and stopped right when I would have done "it" (so embarrassing). The choice was now get dressed for School or stack some pillows for the belt and something else that I can't even say! And I am sore already. Anyway this came about after I said Missy's friend had a fat ass because she kept teasing me about what I was wearing. I said a few other things also. And I was already getting punished for childish behavior and disrespect so I'm sitting on a wooden chair sore,fidgeting,and doing homework. I tried acting like "that" but am blushing. This isn't going to be very good. This went from being caught using a plush animal to be bad and then rolling my eyes. It would have been over with after pleasing Miss but she got jealous after having me look like a tease-I didn't look my age at all. Really it was just having fun and games. Miss was being a little rough and strict but we were enjoying it though she had said something about my recent attitude. Then I disrespected her friend who just smiled, kissed me on the top of my head,and gave me a solid CRACK on my behind. She said "I know you don't use canes and such (she would in a second) and you ARE imaginative but she flirts out of a LOT." She left without me apologizing and I was being spanked HARD. After a short time (?) I was put into different panties,posed,spanked HARD,and again. Mostly cute things but some of my old stripper gear and a few things that were a surprise. Also it was being recorded (not to be released). Of course I would have been happy to do this but Miss likes using it as a real punishment though I can see why. Then I was told I been acting like a "shitty Little Sister or something" and "I need a Big Sister or Sitter-someone in charge". Of course she is perfect for the job. A Roleplay Punishment? When I addressed her as Miss I was told to use her name. I wonder if She's been lonely like me lately. No one's fault-its because VIRUS. She works in a big city Hospital with the most vulnerable people. I've been volunteering delivering groceries. There's no way I could volunteer where She is-not fair to her. This is like a P.S. After I gave the assignment I realized that we hadn't really kissed for real for a long time so I did. Said Love You. Then tried my best to look good for her while typing this. I'm gonna go to her now.
  16. Hello SN, I am a professional spanker and disciplinarian located in Atlanta, Georgia. I believe in a no-nonsense approach to spanking and discipline play. Spanking can be a way to release guilt for mistakes, reach stress relief through the catharsis of smacks, or receive the punishment you richly deserve. Contact me with your idea for a spanking, and let's make it a reality. Email me at deborahburnsideinfo@gmail.com Read my FAQs here: deborahburnsides.com Deborah Burnside
  17. Personally, I've only received punishment spankings so far...so I'm just curious as to what kind of spankings you've felt a need for or that you've actually enjoyed.
  18. Spanking takes place in the mind. Even when they meet in r/l, spankos seek a head space, which differentiates what they do from abuse, battery and crime. It's why fantasies work so well. and I have many. I run scenarios in my head, unrelated plots, but all taking place in an extended family or clan, or community, which practices the corporal punishment of women. The punishments are ritualised, they are severe (strap, cane...), they are embarrassing, with some nudity, in the presence of my selection of parents, husband, elders, neighbours... Above all, they are inevitable. In that parallel universe, spanking is the women's lot. They hate it. They would do anything to get out of a punishment, but deep down they accept it, like death and taxes. Among family and friends, there is even gentle teasing and banter about their spankings. In my book, this marks the difference with violence and abuse. the women out there are valued and loved. they feel safe. They are at home. I would passionately fight any regime that would impose patriarchy and corporal punishment this side of reality. In the same way that most men who play war games don't want to kill anyone, and women who masturbate on a rape fantasy don't want forced sex, the world I invent is for my own pleasure (and maybe for a few who share the same mental foibles). This is my first post here, by way of introduction.
  19. Lita


    Anyone that's in a relationship where you are punished for certain things. How much trouble does the internet get you? I won't get things taken away because "You should know better." And it's assumed every time I'm caught there were 10 other times I'm guilty for. Internet and adult sites or chats almost always at least one reason I'll get a real ritualistic style punishment that will be scheduled and last a few days. It's not that I go on it it's how much I'm on it. If you're the one who decides and gives punishment what is your view on this? Also what do you think is actually unfair but get it for often? For the other side what really bothers you to to point it being a serious offense?
  20. Hi all, I'm a seasoned disciplinarian, looking for wayward ladies who seek online punishments for behavior correction (or just for fun).I'm highly experienced with providing structure and accountability, and adjusting bratty and disrespectful attitudes. I am strict but personable, communicative and very discreet.PM me if you'd like to talk.
  21. So I've never started a new topic before, and I'm kind of new here. Maybe it is covered somewhere else, I don't know. But does anyone ever felt guilty about their need for a spanking? And then felt like the most appropriate punishment their desire for a spanking is a spanking? Is that kind of screwed up? It's how I feel sometimes though. I surely can't be alone. But I've felt like that since I first recognized my desire to get spankings long ago. Thoughts? Theories?
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