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I am curious to know if there are stirght men that desires to get spanked by a man? Thought of having a Man over my lap and dominating him is very exciting. Masculinity in my control and over my lap is such an empowering thought that creates a phenomenal energy that boots through me...

I'm a spankee new to this site. I'm non-binary with female anatomy. I'm interested in finding a partner to roleplay with (preferably over discord or something). Any gender is welcome. I'm interested in discipline spankings and I'm open to the idea of an erotic plot as well.

This poll is for guys who associate a particular kind of clothing with spanking - feel free to add comments!

I’m looking for a mature male or female in south central Kentucky to help me get discipline that I have been needing for a very long time now. I’m in serious need of a very good hard sound hand spanking and then taken after I get my bottom spanked very good hard and soundly be taken and tied down to a bed, couch, tree, standing up, or tied down over the knee and have my bottom spanked hard and serve with belts, straps, floggers, hairbrushes, bath brushes, canes, etc.

What color of underwear do you prefer to wear when you know your gonna get spanked? White, red etc. I like to wear white tighty whites to feel little but sometimes she plays out red or pink underwear for me.

If you were single and started seeing someone, and you had no idea how they felt about spanking, how soon would you bridge this conversation? I'd appreciate insights from you married folks, too. How far into the relationship were you when you and your (now) spouse had "the talk"? Or did you know before you started dating him/her? With a previous boyfriend I put it off a year, awkwardly hoping for that right opportunity. When it finally came and I told him, he was in shock. Spanking was something he was not at all interested in. I realized right then what a mistake I'd made in waiting that long. Yet how soon is too soon? Any thoughts?

I have forgotten the password to the "art of self spanking" program. Does anyone remember what it is?

"Perfect. Was that so much to expect? ...No, she didn't need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her. She knew what the society matrons said about her. She was too demanding, worse than foolish. She'd end up a spinster - no, they didn't say that anymore. They said she already was a spinster., which was true. One didn't reach the age of eight and twenty without hearing that whispered behind one's back." Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love Just looking for that spanko man perfect for me. Although I'm a year short of 28 (so still a bit of time before I'm spinster status), I would really like to find my spanko other half, settle down, have a few kids...and live our lives in matrimonial bliss with lots and lots of spankings. Is that too much to ask? I'm hoping not! A few basics about me: I have been a spanko my whole life and am wanting to share my life with another fellow spanko looking for a dd relationship The ultimate dream for my life is to be in a DD relationship with a kind man looking for a woman that shares similar interests. I'm a small town girl but I think for the right person I would be willing to move so please don't let the fact that I live in the middle of nowhere Virginia (I say with the upmost affection) stop you from sending me a message My ideal partner would be someone somewhat close to my age (preferably within 12 years) and who is kind, smart, and a genuinely good person Other interests of mine are reading, walking, watching basketball (usually college women's), and eating ice cream or any sweet really. Sorry, I'm a bit boring...but I'm a spanko if that counts.

I have realized that when I was routinely spanked and disciplined, I had less symptoms from my ADHD. My next door neighbor, her and I would have a weekly maintenance session and she knew just how to get me just near my breaking point. She would also talk about all the the things I did not accomplish the week before. I ended up more organized and had a less cluttered mind. Unfortunately, she moved away and now I’m back to my old self. I don’t want to take medications so, I’m in need to find another spanker to schedule a maintenance routine. I’m just west of O’Hare International Airport in Illinois. Has anyone else out there with ADHD that has the same success?

Hello all, will you please vote up?

I’m looking for a mature female to give me a spanking and treat me like a little baby girl and peg my baby bottom!!

Hi, my names Brad I’m 19. I've never been spanked as an adult but thinking about it constantly. I feel like need and would benefit from a bare bottom spanking by preferably a mature woman. I just want a bare bottom spanking nothing else!! I want to start of first on the underwear then go bare bottom after a bit. At the end of the spanking I want to be reduced into a sobbing teary eyed young child with a red bottom. The only spanking type of spanking I am getting now is self spanking with my belt(as seen on my profile picture). Now I’m ready to bump it up a few notches and have someone else do the spanking. If you want to DM me, privately message me on Trillian @jess2023.

Mr Jones part 2 Steven came back with two cups of tea and handed one to his Mum and then sat with a face like thunder with his own. He even looked away from me as I walked past to go and make my own followed by a laugh from his Mum adding was I to be trusted with hot water at my age. I could hear muffled conversation and knew she was still asking for all the juicy details of how I had come to be dressed like an overgrown 9 year old. Clutching my tea in both hands I sat opposite them both and tried to rationalise why I just hadn't at least gone to get changed instead of continuing the charade. “So Steven, are you actually going to smack her bottom like she wants or” she paused “Send her round to Mr Jones for him to do it” she could hardly hold back her amusement. He replied with almost outrage that he found the idea appalling and was at a loss to explain what had come over me. It was surreal that I was here in the room but yet the discussion seemed not to involve me at all. I gave an annoyed cough and announced that I was right here and not invisible only to be met with a curt, “Be quiet dear, the grown up’s are talking”, from the still highly amused Elaine. Steven became reluctant to continue the conversation much longer and was obviously ignoring me completely. At last my Mother in law had the grace to leave saying we obviously needed to sort things out. “Get that ridiculous outfit off and start acting your age, you would run a mile if me or anyone else gave you a spanking, you just havn’t got it in you Maddie” he sneered. It was always the same he never took any notice of what I wanted and thought he knew every last thing in my head. I would show him, he was going to regret starting all this. He grabbed his coat and announced he was off the the Green Dragon to talk to people with brians as I had appartnely become “Stupid” overnight. As he slammed the door I was trying to figure out this whole bizarre series of events and it dawned on me that perhaps I did actually want a “Spanking”. I began to assess my behaviour and looked back on recent instances where I had behaved much more like a spoilt brat and thought I was so much better than everyone else The more I thought I came to the conclusion it wasn’t a question of wanting but more that I needed to work on my attitude and stop acting like such a bitch all the time. The next few days were very tense between me and Steven and this was the longest ever we had let an argument fester. He was in the garage getting his golf stuff ready for the weekend and I walked in to hand him a coffee in some attempt to make peace before the weekend apart. He surprised me by outright saying he was fine with me going to Mr Jones but then added that he knew very well I wouldn't because as usual I was “all talk”. I asked him if he was serious, knowing all that Mr Jones had said in the past of how he would make sure I learned a lesson and so on. “Maddie, there is as much chance of me getting a hole in one this weekend as you putting away your pride and stubbornness to go anywhere near Mr Jones”, he exclaimed with confidence. God he could be such an “Arse” but this time he was wrong, his sanctimonious. pompous, arrogance had gone too far, I would show him you just wait and see. I was on edge all day on Friday and even in class I could feel my mind wandering to the weekend and several times lost my train of thought when I was addressing the students. At long last the final bell of the day rang and as the class grabbed their bags and exited like a stampede of elephants a few of them smiled and said; “Have a good weekend Miss Billings' “. God if only any of them knew what I was contemplating. I raced home and began to put a few overnight things in a bag, not that I knew if Mr Jones had really intended for me to actually stay or even if he had a spare room. Oh of course he had a spare room I was sure I had seen what I assumed to be his daughter had spent some time, there not that I had even spoken to her. I had a shower and began to think what to wear and had to keep telling myself this was not a “date” and I was not trying to impress himor flirt with him. Then the “eureka” moment hit me, the “Annie” dress would be perfect. I found some yellow ribbon that almost matched and tied two neat bows at the end of each of my shoulder length pigtails. The only contradiction to the image of my new “Alter ego” were the high heel shoes but nothing else seemed to work so I figured the contrast would add a little extra to it. I put my mobile phone in the little pocket at the front of the dress and picked up the bag and opened the door. Walking down the drive my legs felt shaky and I looked around and prayed none of the other neighbours were looking. Why the hell was I actually going through with this? I kept asking myself over and over again as I approached his front door and lifted my hand to ring the bell. I looked around in panic as I heard the noise of a car drive past and instinctively clutched the hem of the dress knowing it only just came below my knickers. I was about to chicken out and thought maybe Steve was right and I really didn't have the courage to do this when the door swung open. “Yes, can I help you? '' asked Mr Jones looking confused. “Oh blimey, it’s you, well never in a million years did I expect you to show up, never mind looking like that” he smiled. I knew I was blushing like a beetroot and stared down at the ground and mumbled if he would let me inside before he interrupted me and told me to stand right there. The door closed and my heart raced as I looked nervously around. What the hell was he doing leaving me outside like this for anyone to see when the door opened again. This time he had his glasses on and he looked from the tip of my toes to the top of my head slowly. “Well haven't you made an effort young lady” he grinned “However I have plans for tonight and I suspect all this is some sort of joke so I can invite you inside only to be met by some vulgar outburst from your filthy mouth”. I could not believe what I was hearing, surely he was not just going to turn me away like some annoying nuisance. I tried to explain it was not a joke and I was serious. I even lifted my bag and told him I had brought my toothbrush and some sleepwear and things. He was shaking his head, still trying to comprehend if all this was true, which was exactly what I was doing. I let out a pathetic almost pleading “Please” which was met by a smile. He then asked if Steven knew I was here and had he seen the outfit I had on. I kept my eyes to the floor and briefly explained the incident with Elaine and how my husband was not impressed and didn’t want anything to do with my “Silly games'' as he put it. I could see him thinking and all the time I was desperate to go inside to at least discuss this and not risk being seen like some overgrown 9 year old. “Oh God please just let me in.before any of the other stupid neighbours see me dressed like this” I hissed. With reactions that would out match Hussain Bolt he grabbed my ear and pulled it hard making me stumble forward. Before I had time to comprehend what was happening and how much my ear hurt a sharp stinging “Slap” reigned down on the top of my thigh on my bare leg below the hem of the dress. I tried to grab his hand on my ear and dropped my bag as my other hand tried to put it between his right hand and the sensitive skin of my legs as several more hard slaps landed on their target. I let out a yelp each time and the sting was so surprising as I danced up and down trying to evade the torment. With tears forming in my eyes and the feeling that my legs would give way at any moment and I would collapse in a heap he stopped and let go of my ear. “You can go home right now my girl or you can keep that smart mouth of yours shut unless it is to be polite and respectful” he commanded, “Do you understand young lady” I could only nod my head in response as he continued with his “Rules” for my stay. I was told that I was to do exactly as I was told without any argument or refusal. Any protest or “Whining” as he put it would result in not only more of what I had just got but he would smack my bottom so hard I would wish I had never been born. This was insane, no one spoke to anyone like this any more, let alone a grown woman. My head was spinning and a thousand thoughts all competed for my focus but all I could do was nod again and confirm I understood exactly. “Good girl” he replied “You better come in then and we will see if you can keep your word” he smiled. Talk about entering the lion’s den I thought as he did the gentlemanly thing and picked up my bag. He ushered me though to his lounge and told me to stand still and not cause any mischief while he went to get his phone. I was surprised to see he actually had a smartphone and he proceeded to make a call. I could hear the dial tone clearly as I nervously looked at my surroundings, still trying to wonder if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. The back of my legs were still smarting from the slaps he had given me and I could hardly recall the last time my Mum had done that very same thing to me many years ago. Not really paying much attention I heard him say to someone called “Tony” who I presumed to be a friend how he had to cancel his plans for tonight. I sensed he was asked why when he looked up at me and hesitated. I could feel myself blush more as he replied it looked like he would have his hands full tonight. Then my legs gave a little tremble as he tried to hold back a laugh and said the word “Babysitting” and then “Oh just my niece”. I listened with total embarrassment as he continued with his obvious delight in my shame. “Yeah , I think I could leave her alone once she is in bed, I mean she is not exactly a baby so I might see you for last orders” he laughed and hung up. I didn't speak but knew my face was showing how appalled I was that he would dare refer to me like that. I could imagine I had the sulkiest.pout possible as he thought how amusing he was being. Turning his attention back to me now he asked where I had found such a pretty little dress and how it almost fitted me. With another tug to the hem knowing that as he was sitting in front of me he might just be able to see my knickers I explained the story of how I got it. He looked somewhat annoyed as I relayed the events then he got to his feet and stood in front of me. “Take it off this instant girl” he spat in anger “How dare you walk into my house with stolen goods”. Was he real, talk about an over reaction but I could see in his eyes he was deadly serious. I knew this was the first of what would turn out to be the many “Choices'' I would have this weekend. Of course I knew I could simply turn and walk out, after all I hardly lived miles away and in twenty steps I would be safe and well in my own home. Safe and well maybe I mused but hardly adventurous and risk taking and at this moment in time the last thing I wanted to do was prove Steven right. I took my phone out of my pocket only for him to grab it and say He would look after it. I began to plead that what if it rang and it was Steven or my Mum but he lifted his hand as if to give me another smack and I knew to keep my mouth shut. with my hands fumbling at the zip at the back I began to take the dress off. It was a little tight around my shoulders and after a few wriggles I was pushing it down to my waist. I had decided not to wear a bra but more in keeping with the dress had chosen a plain white camisole top with little white straps and it only came halfway down my tummy. As I gave another wriggle to get the dress over my hips I realised my knickers would come into view and knew they were equally childish in appearance to complete the picture of me being no longer a 27 year old mature woman. They were very tight and quite small in plain white cotton with a thin pink ribbon around the waistband culminating in a neat bow at the front. I stepped out of the dress and without being told picked it up and folded over the back of an armchair. “Stand to attention girl” he barked “hands on head, let's have a good look at you” It was well and truly too late to feign any modesty now and remembering how I had blatantly gone outside in my lingerie minus my knickers a few days ago so standing like this was nothing. He walked around me twice as I stayed perfectly motionless with my hands at the back of my head. It felt like I was on display and the absurd choice of my attire seemed to make it all the more embarrassing but at the same time it was in a way thrilling. It was hard to describe how the shame and the thrill could mix together in such a pleasurable way. “I must say Madaline you have obviously gone to great detail in preparing yourself for this weekend” he paused , “And you do look delightful” “However, I like Steven never thought for one second that you would actually turn up so it has been remiss of me not to plan a proper itinerary for your stay” he chuckled “So to give me a little time to consider how to ensure we keep you entertained for the weekend I propose a little task for you to complete” he smiled. He walked away and returned carrying a small plastic bucket and held it out for me to obviously hold. The first thing I thought was he was going to demand I pee in it to really shame me but thank god his intention was not so demeaning. I listened as he informed me that I was to go out in the back garden and collect one hundred leaves. With my mind contemplating any reason or relevance to this, it dawned on me what his point was. Last Autumn Steven had bought a leaf blower and when he was clearing the leaves from our drive I had gone out and told him to blow them over to Mr Jone’s drive as he was always sweeping them up and had nothing better to do. Unfortunately I knew he had heard me and now it was one more thing to add on the list for my payback. Thankfully the garden was fairly secluded but my shoes were not the most suitable for walking on the grass. I almost stumbled a few times before he told me to take them off before I killed myself. I wandered around the lawn looking for leaves on the floor and as it was still summer there were hardly any. Mr Jones returned to sit on his decking with what looked like a glass of whisky seeming very pleased with himself. I could feel the tight knickers ride further between my bum cheeks as I walked around and each time I did find a leaf I tried to be very careful how I bent over to pick it up. The sun was still quite warm and I was a little conscious of not having any sunscreen on but thankfully the garden was quite shaded with several large trees. After about ten minutes I was running out of leaves to find and looked over to him. “Yes Girl. it is hardly the right time of year for leaves to be on the floor so how about you walk over to the fence on your side and get me some or your leaves'' he said as if this was perfectly normal I realised to get to the fence I had to step on the flower bed and I hated to think what colour my socks would be standing on the soil. I wanted to protest but knew like everything else it would just be better to grit my teeth and do it. At least it had not been raining much and the soil was dry and not muddy. None the less I lifted my heel to see how dirty my socks were and visibly pulled a face at the sight. After a few steps and being very careful not to tread on any of his flowers, which did look very nice I began to pull some leaves off the branches. I had to stretch right up and almost on tip toe as he had cut away many that overhung his garden. I had grabbed a handful and before I had a chance to drop them in the bucket they fell between several long stemmed flowers. “You clumsy girl, get on your knees and pick every last one up and I do hope you have been counting” he asked. In the absurdity of the situation, counting had been the last thing on my mind. He could see by the look on my face that I had forgotten and he smiled as he got up to walk over to me. With a brisk command to get on my knees to reach into the middle of the flowers properly he was behind me. In the position I was in I knew my bottom was up in the air and my knees hurt on the hard, stoney soil. I heard him let out a little laugh as he commented that maybe I should have bought the next size up for my pretty knickers as they were not covering much now. The next indignity for me to suffer was to crawl back out and sit on the ground and empty the bucket to count the leaves. “I trust you can count Maddie, I mean your Mummy and Daddy obviously never taught you any manners but basic arithmetic is a must for little girls' ' he said sarcastically. Again I was sulking like a petulant child as I began to count the leaves and place them back in the stupid bucket. Not that a bucket could itself be stupid but what I was doing was stupid so that made sense. I was surprised how many I had already collected and grateful I had not too many to reach the hundred. Mr Jones had wandered along the flower bed and spotted some more leaves hidden among his cherished agapanthus or marigold’s or whatever the hell they were called as he tried to give me a lesson in botany at the same time. However kneeling was not good enough for him now he wanted me flat on my front on the ground. He was not only grinding me into the dirt verbally but he was making it a visual spectacle. I turned my head and was just about to speak and say I wasn’t going to do it when a loud burning “Smack” landed on the base of my right bottom cheek, followed immediately by an equally hard one to my left. “I trust the naughty girl wasn’t about to argue, was she?” he asked. Not bothering to even consider giving him an answer I got on my front and actually wriggled more like a 2 year old playing a snake and got more leaves. He thought it was hilarious and to be honest who could blame him. The ground was hard and uneven and so uncomfortable as I pressed my breasts in the soil. The thin material of my little cami top offered no protection and my nipples were so hard and I realised that something about this was making them hard. What the hell was wrong with me, I was, or more to the point my body was enjoying this torment. At last I announced “A hundred” and scrambled to my feet feeling so dishevelled and grubby. He looked at me and shook his head in obvious distaste at my appearance. “Look at the state of you Girl. get everything off this minute” he ordered me. “Don’t think you’re stepping one foot in my house like a filthy little urchin”. Of all the names I had been called in my twenty seven years I doubt “A filthy little urchin” was one of them. I felt like someone out of a “Dickens” novel but almost like I was hypnotised by the surreal events I began to undress. I can’t explain why I meekly complied, it just seemed a natural progression and part of the purpose I was here. I tried to look defiant and indifferent to performing this intimate act in front of him. I was quick and purposeful in tugging the little top over my head letting him see my bare 34b breasts bounce a little as I pushed my knickers right down to my ankles and virtually kicked them off before peeling my knee socks off and standing stark naked right out in his garden. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat as I let my arms fall to my sides and unlike last week made no attempt to cover my ginger pubic hair. The sun was setting with a bright glow and the light seemed to make the bush between my legs look more orange. If at all possible it was as red as my face as I blushed more and more each shaming second. I felt frozen to the spot as he reached out and actually took hold of a tuft of the hair. He pulled quite hard, making me actually push my hips forward a little. “Well I can see why you spend a fortune at the hairdressers colouring your hair” he mused, “I always wondered why Steven complained how much you spent just to have mousy brown hair” he chuckled. He stood back and curtly motioned for me to open my legs wide and get my hands on my head so he could see properly. He then surprised me by asking if I got made fun of and teased at school for being a “Ginger”. Of course I had and shrugged my shoulders and nodded in response. He walked behind me and made me gasp as little as he gave my bum cheeks a few firm pats. He was holding them with each hand and he actually “jiggled” them which made him laugh and announce how I had a “splendid rump for a young filly”. All the time my pink nipples were so hard and an electric tingle ran through my whole body. “So young lady, did the mean girls at school bully you and give this, nasty names?” he asked as he patted my pubic mound. I knew he wanted me to say it and I tried not to look at him and replied “yes,err, Ginger Minge, Ruby Pubes, Copper Curls” then hesitated and added “Carrot Cunt”. He shook his head then without warning took hold of my left elbow and in some kind of secret ninja hold kept me by his side as he delivered a loud, stinging “Smack” to my bare bottom. “Despite those “Smack”, names young lady, “Smack”, you have turned “Smack”, into nothing but “Smack”, a bully yourself, “Smack.Smack”. He growled. I was trying to squirm and free myself from his grasp as the hard smacks continued. All I could do was hop and dance in desperation trying to avoid the next. My right hand reached back trying to block each swing of his arm but he easily just outmanoeuvred my pathetic attempts and alternated from one blazing bum cheek to the other. He was almost marching me around the garden now giving me a hard spanking that I thought would never end. The fact that he was somewhat overweight and even shorter than me made no impact on how he had easily controlled the situation. With a final flurry of even harder smacks I was snivelling and sobbing before he at last let go of my arm. Watching me rub furiously at my red hot cheeks seemed to placate him and he sat down to get his breath back. “This is just a taste of what you are going to get this weekend my girl”

Hi! It's your friendly neighborhood brat, and I could use some help! The Problem When my boyfriend disciplines me, sometimes my bottom starts bleeding well before I've been appropriately punished. We stop as soon as my skin breaks. Marks and bruises are fine, it's just blood we want to avoid. Have You Dealt With This? What helped?! Was it about the implements or other habits that literally Saved Your (or your EE's) Ass? Details Implements: This happens with all our wood implements, the acrylic paddle, and (evil) rubber tawse. We have a leather paddle but it does *nothing* on me, and the belt isn't always enough. What We're Doing Now: He always starts with a thorough warmup on the bare. I moisturize daily and he applies a balm afterwards. If you read this far, congrats! My cat thinks you're cool.

22 year old Ellie had just arrived at the beach where her and her family were to stay for a week. She was excited to be back to the beach after a 5 year hiatus and as they had officially reached their destination and unpacked at the beach house she was ready to get into the ocean and officially begin her beach vacation. She hurriedly dressed in her bathing suit and unable to contain her enthusiasm a minute longer she called out to her family she was going out to the beach where they said they'd soon catch up with her at. Ellie's first view of the ocean was just as she remembered. The glorious waves crashing down and all the noises and sounds of the beach encompassing her all at once. She walked out and stuck her feet in the water, the waves pounding in. The water seems a little rougher than normal she thought to herself but then dismissed the thought since she hadn't been to the beach in years therefore she didn't really know what "normal" was, did she? She waded out until the waves touched her knees laughing happily as the waves came rolling in. Ellie looked around and noticed the beach wasn't very crowded, the ocean even less so. Peculiar she thought before her thoughts were interrupted by a particularly forceful wave. Enjoying herself she slowly waded out deeper and deeper into the water. She was waist deep when she looked out to shore and saw a tall, muscular male walk toward her after disembarking from a 4wheeler. Lifeguard, Ellie realized. "Waters are dangerously rough today. You should only go out far enough to get your feet wet in order to be safe. High riptide warning." The lifeguard called out as he waded towards her. Devon? Ellie realized as the lifeguard got closer. At that same moment he said, "Ellie? What are you doing here? It's been too long! Where are your parents? You shouldn't be out here all alone." Anger boiled up into Ellie and she said before thinking, "I'm not a child anymore Devon. I'm not your little sister's best friend. I'm an adult and I could do as I please without supervision." Defiance rose up in Ellie so quickly and strong that she had difficulty keeping upright in the waves. "I'm sorry Ellie, of course you could be here by yourself but right now you need to get out of this water. It's too dangerous. All the lifeguards are warning people." Devon responded hoping to placate the clearly agitated girl. No woman, he corrected himself. "Alright, I'm coming. I'll just spend my first day at the beach observing then since that's all that seems to be allowed." She said pertly. Devon, assured that she was now following him out of the water, turned his back on her and made his way towards the shore. Hmmmph, Ellie thought, I'm under the supervision of a lifeguard right now so I think I'll just enjoy a few more minutes out here before not being allowed back in the rest of this vacation she thought rather bitterly. Turning and heading the exact opposite direction of Devon. She smiled at her defiance. Looks like you can no longer boss me around Devon she thought to herself. Those days of being able to tell me what to do are long over. Almost to shore Devon turned around to ask Ellie where she was staying when he noticed she wasn't right behind him. Panic surged through him and he turned back around to see Ellie going out even further into the harsh waves. He ran towards her calling out to her, shocked with anger beneath the surface, only focused on getting her safely back to shore. Halfway towards her a powerful wave knocked her over and she went tumbling into the water. She did not reemerge. Adrenaline pumping, Devon reached the spot he saw Ellie last in. Visibility in the water was low but a momentary break in waves allowed him to see her thrashing wildly in the water. He dove in and pulled her up and into his arms. "It's okay Els, I've got you. I've got you. You're fine. Just breathe." He said reassuringly as if talking to a small child. Relief evident in his voice. Devon carried her out of the water and sat her on the 4wheeler. He retrieved his towel and wrapped it around her while closely examining her for injuries or shock. Tears streamed down Ellie's face. I'm an idiot she thought. I nearly drowned just to prove how much of an adult I now am. It was almost a short adulthood she thought darkly. "I'm fine Devon. You can stop looking at me like that. Just a little shaken up is all but I'm fine." Ellie said trying to reassure him. "Thanks for saving me." She added the last party hurriedly, blushing embarrassed at her actions. "Listen, I'm almost off. You're going to head back with me to the lifeguard station and then come back to my house with me. We can catch up, I can make sure you're ok, and we can have a little discussion about this too." Ellie gulped at his last words and had a sneaking suspicion she was not going to like the last activity. She didn't need a lecture and she felt that this one was going to be particularly bad. Ellie, Devon just saved your life. The least you could do is sit through a good scolding. You do deserve it after all. She told herself. Ellie sighed resignedly. "Ok." She acquiesced, looking for all the world like this was the last thing she wanted to do. This is probably long overdue, Devon thought to himself. This has needed to happen a long time ago. I guess this means I'm the man for the job he thought rather wryly. Just then he spotted Ellie's parents and brother and sister heading towards the beach. "Your family is coming." He hissed at Ellie now knowing her "I'm an adult" act was partially just that. "Tell them that you are going to spend the afternoon catching up with me." "Don't mention to them what just happened. I don't want to worry them." Ellie pleaded looking every bit like a naughty child. "Don't worry Els. It's not them you need to worry about right now." He said pointedly. "Devon!" Ellie's parents called out a greeting warmly. "It's been ages since we've last seen you. I had no idea you were working out here." Ellie's father said. Small talk ensued until Devon apologetically asked permission to bother their daughter for the next couple hours. Approval was readily given along with promises for them all to catch up more before their vacation ended. Ellie waved goodbye to her family as Devon drove the 4wheeler away. Once officially clocked out Devon led the way to his house a short walk from the beach. He's living the life Ellie thought. There would be nothing better then living at the beach. Devon unlocked the door and led Ellie inside. He led her to the couch and brought her a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. "Drink up, Els. I'm going to go change real quick and then we can talk." Ellie did what he said. Carefully taking a first sip and then realizing how thirsty she was she downed the whole water bottle in seconds. Devon came out of his room changed into shorts and a t-shirt and carrying sweatpants and a sweatshirt with him. "Thought you might want to change into something a little drier. Bathrooms right over there." He said pointing with his head to a room at the end of the hall. Grateful for his offering Ellie quickly changed and returned to the living room. Devon was seated in the chair so she took her seat back on the couch. "I-I didn't know you were living down here. Last I had heard from Cass you were trying to decide from a slew of job offerings." Ellie uncertainly attempted to start a conversation. "I got tired of working a traditional 9 to 5. Got to me after awhile and I decided that now while I still have a year or so left in my twenties would still be a somewhat appropriate time to sow some wild oats so to speak." Devon answered. "Pfft" Ellie snorted. "Sounds to me like you finally decided to have a little fun. It's about time you actually enjoyed life a little. You always did take things so seriously." "Not so much anymore. I'm figuring out my priorities in life." Devon said. "And being a lifeguard is one of them?" Ellie questioned. "Not necessarily, but it's a convenient job to have when you want to spend as much time at the beach as possible." Devon responded. "Ha! Who would've thought that Devon McIntyre is turning into a beach bum? Your next high schools reunion out to be interesting." Ellie laughed. "Well, I don't know about the bum part. But since you seem to be living your life according to a much higher standard tell me what you're doing these days. I know you've just graduated so I'm your new fancy full time job must be keeping you busy." Devon changed the subject somewhat smugly. Abashed Ellie responded. "Fair point. I don't have any job offers much less even a part time job for summer. I'm just a plain old bum. At least you have the beach thing going for you." Devon looked at Ellie for the first time since saving her from near drowning at the beach. There were glimpses of his sister's best friend that he remembered. The chestnut brown hair and sparkling green eyes but for the first time he saw Elizabeth Rodger as something other than that small pesky child but as a rather beautiful young woman. She was attractive in that she wasn't aware of her beauty and didn't try and improve her image by layers of makeup. Girls that tried too hard seemed much less attractive to him than those that just were and that was definitely the definition of Ellie. Maybe that was why as teenagers the close bonds of friendship his sister, Cassandra, and Ellie once had disseminated into one of casual friendship. A friendship still going because they were each others oldest friend. Devon, on the other hand, was just as Ellie remembered. He'd always been tall to her but compared to her 5"6 his 6"1 still made her feel small. He was tanned with sandy brown hair the color of the sand at the beach with baby blue eyes that were the draw for so many remarks about his gorgeous eyes. Just as Devon gave them a good look they returned her gaze and turned hard. "I think it's now time to discuss what just happened on the beach." Devon said his eyes meeting hers, his tone turned deadly serious. Ellie found herself unable to meet his gaze any longer. She started stammering, searching for a reasonable explanation, "I know it was my own fault, I should have come back in as soon as you told me to. I don't know what happened, I just get so stubborn sometimes." Ellie looked up hoping that would suffice for her actions. "Stubborn? Oh you've always been stubborn but that was something more than stubborn and you and I both know that." Devon's voice hardened to an even steelier tone. "That was outright defiance and to risk your life like that just to prove a point..." He trailed off in order to maintain the anger that was wanting to return. "I know...I'm sorry." Ellie said in a pitiful, sorrowful voice. "I'm planning on making sure you don't forget that. I don't want you forgetting ever again the importance of you safety." Devon pinned her with a look. "Come here Ellie." Alarm crossed Ellie's face. What's he going to do? She wondered. You know exactly what he's going to do she then thought. You were testing him just like you've tested others and now you're finally going to get what you've been looking for. Well, I've changed my mind now! Ellie thought growing quite scared. That's not what I want it all! In principle it seems appealing but in practice not so much. Ellie shook her head at Devon from the safety of her perch on the sofa. She shook her head again to make her point. As if reading her mind he said, "You made your point earlier at the beach, now it's my turn to make mine." His voice grew dangerous, "Come here Elizabeth Margaret. Now." Scared of the consequences of disobeying she slowly made her way towards him. First one step, then two, almost there she thought...No, no, no, no, no...she took one more step and felt herself being lifted off the floor. She found herself looking at the carpeted floor, placed firmly over Devon's knee. Her sweatpants came down, she whimpered, "Please Devon. Don't. I'm sorry. I've learned my lesson. It was dumb, so stupid. Please don't." "I'm going to make sure you don't forget this particular lesson." With that he removed his boxers she had put on along with his sweatpants and placed a firm smack on the center of her bottom. "Owwwwww!!!! Nooooooo!!!!" Ellie howled not wanting this to continue anymore the sting of the first spank a short little teaser for the coming main act. "Maybe you'll think twice before disobeying an order looking out for your safety after this." Devon began the lecture and placed a few more smacks onto Ellie's pale bottom. smack smack sma-ack* "Oww-www!" Howled Ellie to the last particularly hard spank. She kicked her legs wildly hoping to somehow rid of the pain being peppered onto her backside. Devon placed his legs over hers to still the thrashing, Ellie wimpered. "Sometimes your stubbornness goes too far, Elizabeth Margaret, and in this case you went as far as blatant disobedience." smack smack smacksmack "You could have drowned!" smack smack"Maybe this will remind you of the importance of your safety." With that Devon peppered her backside and Ellie started crying in earnest, regretting her earlier impulse and wishing she had just followed him to shore. "I'm sorry!!!!! So," sob, "sorry." Ellie pleaded wondering when this spanking was ever going to end. An hour had to have passed she thought. It's only been a few minutes little girl, Devon thought to himself, yourbottom is only beginning to get warmed. He looked down and noticed a definite reddening of her bottom. He realized this was probably her first ever spanking and decided to take pity on her. "Are you going to go out in the ocean again when it's that rough, young lady?" Devon asked while still maintaining a spanking pattern of "smack" "smack" "smack" with a particularly sharp smackto end the question. "No sir." Whimpered Ellie. Sir? Where did that come from wondered Ellie before crying out from the spanks now assaulting her inner thighs. "Are you going to ignore me the next time I tell you to do something?" Asked Devon smiling inwardly knowing with Ellie she would eventually even if she promised she wouldn't. "Noooo," Ellie answered. "No?" three hard smacksfollowed. Devon knew from her earlier response using sir that she realized what the proper response was to this question and she was attempting to be defiant even in the midst of her spanking. A particularly hard smack fell on Ellie's sit spot and she quickly answered, "No sir." Regretting ever saying it in the first place because she stubbornly always refused to address anyone that way stemming from when she was a child and would not give into her parents teaching of polite ways to address people when she was 10. By 10 her stubbornness was more than ready to be tested. "No more ocean unless the water is calm. Are we clear young lady?" smack smack smack Devon was determined to end this spanking with a lasting impression. "Yes sir!" Ellie called hoping the assault on her poor bottom was about to end. The message was delivered, loud and clear. She wouldn't dream of even dipping her toes in the water until the ocean calmed. smack smack smack smack smack smack Devon ended the spanking with six of the hardest spanks of the spanking. Ellie howled and sobbed even once the spanking was over. Not noticing that Devon was gently rubbing her bottom and back soothingly. He gathered her into his arms and brought them both to the couch where he sat Ellie on his lap gently. "I deserved that." Ellie whispered as she snuggled closer onto his lap. "Thank you." She whispered as she drifted into unconsciousness unaware of the last two words spoken to her childhood best friend's big brother. Devon grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and tucked Ellie in right on top of him. He kissed her head and whispered to the sleeping girl, "I'll always take care of you."

I'm a 24 year old woman, with long light brown hair and warm brown eyes, who desperately wants a man to spank me. Tell me how you'd do it!

As a kid, I was spanked by my mom. Nothing there except she spanked me. Not anything bare or anything like that. My dad tried to spank my brother and I once but we laughed. So, mom did the spanking. She used my dad's belt. It was intimidating and it hurt. Anwyay, that is nothing to me but bad memories I want to avoid. As a teenager, for some reason, I kept this big wide flat board in my room. Honestly, I do no know how I justified it to my parents. In the afternoons, when I was home by myself, I would use that thing to spank my bottom red. I would look at my bottom in the mirror to observe. Also, I got an erection. I had no idea at the time why I did this. I had early memories of butt fascinations. I spanked myself red in front of my mirror. Kinda weird and honestly don't know why I did that. Looking back, there is no doubt a secret spanking fetish buried inside looking to come out. Fast forward to early in my marriage. We got a new computer and got on the internet. One night while looking around, somehow I came across a grainy spanking video of a girl who was in a graduation uniform getting her bare bottom spanked by a guy over his lap. I was hooked. I started seeking this stuff out secretly. I loved the site of a gorgeous female buns bouncing in rhythm with each smack. I ate it up, so to speak. Along the way, the thought of being spanked by a statuesque gorgeous woman crept into my mind. I sought out spanking myself. I have spanked myself with many different implements laying around the house. I have never used an actual paddle. My favorite is probably my sandals. They are actually fairly thick and it gives more of a thud along w/ a sting. I brought blood one time. I had to be careful. I have cyber played in here for a long time. I even wrote a story once. I have never participated, really participated, in real life. Any "spanking" w/ ex wife or girlfriend was very playful and not hurting at all. I had some health issues which I believe also tied pain to pleasure in my psyche which probably adds to the whole phenomenon. I am getting closer to having the courage to engage. That's spanking origin story.

Hi. First off, I am in a relationship and so I am not looking for anything romantic or sexual. I am looking for a fatherly figure, and I do not feel comfortable finding one in romantic and/or sexual relationships. I feel like I could use some strict discipline to help keep me on track in life. I'm not really looking for someone to physically meet up with necessarily, just someone who will frequently check in with me. I am looking for a man who is strict, but also caring and gives a lot of positive reinforcement. my little age varies a lot; I kind of have a childish personality in general I guess.

A lifelong friend and I were found masturbating together-we are both Submissive but mouthy. No way we would not be friends so she had to agree to being punished with me. She knew that sometimes I would get the belt hard. We were holding hands and crying by the end. And she has been more accepted by Miss. Before she was tolerated. It was intense. That has been the only time it's happened. I was really surprised.

Female 20F looking for Male or Female strict disciplinarian to help daily bad habits, procrastination, and motivation. Will send photos, no videos/call. Punishments, anything such as spanking, corner time, public humiliation, writing lines, etc. Willing to do other things if talked about. Reach out at jdew8548@gmail.com

The young cardiologist was not performing a routine task as he prepared to observe a heart transplant. His reasoning to his colleagues and superiors was for the knowledge and experience he would gain from the observation, but in reality it was to look over the young lady that had captured his attention upon first diagnosis and meeting. She was deathly ill and as luck would have it she did not have to wait long upon diagnosis to receive a much needed heart. The anaesthesiologist was preparing to put her under as Aiden reasoned with himself that part of the reason he had concocted the "knowledge and experience" excuse was that she would have some support as she was going through the scariest time in her life. No family was permitted as Covid-19 guidelines were still in place and he couldn't bear the thought of her going through such a risky surgery without support from someone that cared for her. Not that he really knew her. Yet. "Would you like to hold my hand?" He asked her as the anaesthesiologist prepared the medicine for the IV. She gulped and nodded nervously and reached out for his hand. "Thanks Dr. Carlson." ***** Well, if I never wake from this at least I'm going out holding the hand of a very cute doctor is the last coherent thought Cass has before succumbing to the darkness. ***** Almost a week has passed since Cass's heart transplant. It went extremely well and the patient is recovering at a remarkable speed. A bit too well, as Cass is growing antsy at being cooped up in a hospital bed and room. Against doctors and nurses orders she decides that she's going to go looking for a vending machine and grab some chocolate. M&M's, Kit Kat, or a Milky Way she practically salivates while imagining consuming one of the delicious treats. She is overcome by her desire for a forbidden treat. And a forbidden task to get such a forbidden treat. Finally, some action. Cass's heart beat speeds up at the excitement this task has generated. Once out of bed, Cass secures the back of her nightgown, in final preparation for Operation Obtain Chocolate as she has hastily dubbed her mission, to make it more official, of course. Slowly and carefully she eases herself out of her room. First a toe, then an eye, as her head cranes out in full stealth mode, she believes. She waits for a nurse to enter a nearby room, pauses a moment, makes sure the coast is clear, and responsibly uses the handrails as she makes her way down the hallway. Cass chooses a direction at random as she has utterly no idea where the nearest vending machine is. Halfway down the hallway she decides to turn and see if she'll have any luck in another hall. She sees a waiting room towards the end of the area and is hopeful that means she's nearing a Chocolate Machine from Above. Her pace speeds up in anticipation.... ***** Walking out of a patient's room, Aiden looks up from the chart he has just closed and heads to his next patient's room. He blinks twice and narrows his eyes at the sight of a familiar patient out of her bed that most definitely shouldn't be... Grabbing a nearby wheelchair, he wheels up behind Cass, and says "Young lady, just what do you think you're doing out of bed and your room?" Startled, Cass pauses in her tracks and before she knows it, she finds herself whisked into a wheelchair and being wheeled back into her room, her mission thwarted by her cute doctor. Indignant, she huffs, "You're not that much older than me" at the young lady comment. Now back into her room Dr. Carlson responds to Cass by saying, "I believe I'm nearly a decade older actually but regardless of my age, the matter at hand here is you're being extremely naughty going against doctor's orders right now, young lady." *gulp* Naughty and a double young lady? What is going on here? Cass gently pinches herself to make sure she's still not under anesthesia. Nope, she's awake. Fully grasping she is indeed in reality, the loss of chocolate comes back to her. "All I wanted was some chocolate and to get out of this freaking room for just a minute!" "You know full well that's not allowed right now because if it was any of us here would be happy to bring you some without you risking your health to do so." Is the stern response Aiden gives as Cass is once again efficiently put back into that darn bed. "Whatever," Cass mutters while crossing her arms and narrowing her own eyes. "You're treating me like I'm some kind of child." "Oh, you're certainly in need of supervision and correction so maybe you're not far off." Is the words said to her as John briskly walks off, unable to stay a second longer without fearing turning her over his knee as she so richly needs. Most definitely not appropriate for both professional and health reasons though he admonishes himself while trying to shake himself back to reality and resume his workday. ***** Another week passes and the nurses and staff are kept quite busy dealing with the increasing antics of their recovering patient. Numerous escape attempts (or so-called Chocolate Missions as the patient claims), whining, pouting, and so called acts in the name of charity have left all those kept on Cass duty well exhausted. Cass actually did manage to read and play with the children at the end of the hall a couple times (for almost an entire hour each time, she gleefully thinks to herself) so the lack of obtaining chocolate was made up for in the sweet company of the children and the even sweeter victory of escaping her lonely hospital room. One afternoon after thwarting yet another Cass escapade, Aiden heard one of the nurses mutter, "Such a sweetheart but such an impossibly brat of a patient." He chuckled to himself at the accuracy. Brat, indeed. Fortunately for all, Cass's release date was upon them. Aiden was sad at the thought of no longer seeing the young woman that had captured his heart but happy at her level of progress as he felt confident at her chances of recovery and living a long, healthy life. As Cass was being pushed out of the hospital in a wheelchair by an orderly and approaching the exit of her prison (but also her second chance at life, she did acknowledge as well) her progress was stopped by Dr. Aiden Carlson. She inwardly groaned as freedom was so close along with her release from the rules and guidelines her keepers had been trying to enforce. "What now Doc? You're the one that granted me permission to leave in case you've forgotten." Cass quipped sarcastically. "Since you're no longer going to me my patient I wanted to give you this, should you need anything. Anything at all. Please don't hesitate to reach out." A business card was thrust into her hands as the doctor rushed off in the other direction embarrassed at such brash behavior. Cass flipped over the business card to see written, "I'd love to take you to dinner" along with his cell phone number written on the back. She smiled as her newly transplanted heart thumped faster at his proposal... ***** Exactly a week later and Aiden was on his way to pick up Cass after a long shift at the hospital. He was excited to get to know her more, especially outside of the hospital, and engage with her in everyday living. He parked outside her apartment as that had been one of his terms of the date as he didn't want to overtax her as she was still recovering. Doctor's orders, really, he wryly though. Cass came out of her apartment wearing a polka dotted dress and black sandals looking every bit the healthy young woman that she now was. "Hi, Dr. Carlson." She said as he opened her car door for her. "How many times have I told you now? It's Aiden. I'm no longer your doctor anymore." Half an hour later they were seated at the Italian restaurant starting on their salads. The young couple was enjoying getting to know each other more and were both quite charmed by each other. Another hour passes and the conversation is still in full flow. "May I interest you all in any dessert?" The waitress asks. "Yes, please. The biggest slice of chocolate cake you have." Aiden raises his eyebrow but Cass doesn't bat an eye and continues the conversation. A piece of cake approximately the size of a small child is delivered to the table and Cass digs in. Within minutes half the cake is devoured. "I'm not so sure cake is on your current diet...especially that much of it." Aiden chides gently. "Good thing you're not my doctor anymore then isn't it?" Cass teases. "Perhaps. Maybe that means I can actually do something about your bad behavior now." Cass pauses mid bite, the first time she's taken a break from inhaling the delicious chocolatey dessert in front of her. "Like what?" She inquires hopefully. "Like take you over my knee when you misbehave like a naughty brat." Cass blushes to perhaps the reddest her face has ever been and may ever get in her lifetime. Is that for real? She wonders again. Another pinch. The brief sting of pain. "Ow" she whispers quietly. "Exactly." Aiden says. "Let's go." Cass says as she suddenly stands up and leaves the restaurant. Aiden hurriedly puts a stack of bills on the table and follows after her. He starts the car with utter silence surrounding him. Oh crap, I have royally screwed this up. What was I thinking threatening her with a spanking on the first date? "Cass, I'm sorry...I was teasing and I shouldn't have done that." He tries to play the ending of their dinner off afraid he's ruined the date and his chances with her. "Aiden, were you serious?" She whispers in response, simultaneously hoping that he was and afraid that he was. "Well, I..." He tries to figure out the right response to this situation. "I hope you were." She answers quietly while turning to look out the window, refusing to look in his direction the remainder of the car ride to her apartment. Once parked, Aiden opens her car door and escorts her to the door of her apartment. "I'm sorry for how the dinner ended but I hope you'll consider going out with me again." Aiden stammers wondering what all of this means but knowing he'll puzzle the situation over all night. "Don't worry. I had a great time. I mean it. Good night!" Cass hugs Aiden and closes her apartment door, a lot also on her mind. 11 o'clock that night Aiden's phone vibrates from a text from Cass. "I do think you need to address my behavior lately. Maybe you could come over for a movie tomorrow and to discuss?" The next night rolls around with both Cass and Aiden a bundle of nerves. The movie is over before either one of them brings up the text. Cass says shyly, "About what you said last night...I agree that I probably do need a spanking for all my behavior lately. I wasn't exactly the best patient and I do feel bad about that now..." Cass can't meet Aiden's eyes. Aiden lifts her chin so their eyes are meeting. "Young lady, I want you to go get your hairbrush from the bathroom and bring it back out here for me." Cass jerks her chin out of his grasp and stands up nervously and rushes off. Once in her bathroom she hesitates, overcome with nerves. "Cassandra Marie, I'm waiting. You have 60 seconds to have that brush in my hands." She gulps and scurries back with the brush in her hands and delivers it to him. The brush now firmly in Aiden's hands she stands before him. "I want you to ask me for a spanking so I know you're truly ready to accept responsibility for your behavior." Cass swallows. She swallows again. She looks to the floor hoping that suddenly the earth will open up and swallow her in it. When no such luck happens she sighs. "Aiden, will you please spank me for being a very difficult patient and not exactly listening to orders, yours or anybody else's." No sooner had the words left her mouth did she find herself draped over Aiden's lap on her very own couch. She had just acknowledged her new circumstances in life when she found her pajama bottoms and panties being lowered. Mortified, she tried reaching back to cover her now exposed backside. "Your hand does not belong there." Aiden said sternly while pinning it to Cass's back. "It's time you learn the consequences of your behavior, Cass. I'm sure the whole hospital would be thankful if only they could know you're finally being taken to task for it." *smack* *smack* *smack* *smack* Aiden's hand reigns down upon Cass's bottom as she tries to comprehend that she really is getting spanked. Her dreams are actually a reality. *smack* *smack* *smack* *SMACK* *Smack* *SMACK* But wait...why was this a dream? She suddenly wonders as the brush finds its way upon her bare bottom after the briefest of warm ups with Aiden's hand. "OW! Please, please, please," Cass begs now fully in reality due to the intense stinging sensation in her rear end. "I'm sorry!" Aiden pauses. "Sorry for what?" "Not listening to you and everyone else when I was at the hospital," Cass answers sincerely. "I'm glad to hear that. I intend to make sure you think twice before disobeying orders again in the future." *smack* *smack* *smack* Swat after swat of the brush land upon Cass's bottom which very quickly turned to a bright shade of red. "That is quite enough kicking, young lady." Aiden locks one of his legs over hers. "I really want the rest of this spanking to make an impression on you." *smack* *smack* *SMACK* "Please Aiden. I'm sorry. I'll listen from now on." "I'm very glad to hear that. Let's just make sure," Aiden finishes off the spanking with a dozen more swats with the hairbrush before rubbing Cass's back soothingly. "Shhh, that's a good girl. You're forgiven." He says as he lifts her into his lap for a hug. ***** Hours later after lots of aftercare cuddles and a shared bowl of ice cream Aiden departs for the night. With one last rub to Cass's sore bottom he says, "You're just lucky you're still recovering, young lady. Your bottom might not be so lucky next time."