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  1. I lost my job and have been smoking a lot and not keeping up with my college work please help me get out of this slump I own a cane belt bath brush liquid soap bar soap wooden spoon and other implements
  2. I am an intermittent spanker and very rare spankee and need some advice. I need a new belt for daily wear and for disciplinary sessions. A plus would be if it could be used to wrap around wrists for light bondage. My preferences are black leather with a simple silver buckle 1 1/4" to 1 1/2" in width. The previous belt I had a similar simple silver buckle with two ornamental D rings.it was stealthy enough to be under I had it for 20 years of daily normal wear and a fair amount of belting on willing subjects. I'd like to get back into spanking (once the Covid situation becomes normal) and replace that belt with a similar one for daily wear and occasional use across the backsides of the willing. It was a nice souvenir of those many meetings. I would love to replace it with something similar that hopefully would last another 20 years and hopefully make some new memories along the way. As with many things in life I didn't realize how much I would miss it until I discarded it and haven't been able to locate a duplicate since it either had no brand name or it had worn off. I was gifted it by a friend who doesn't remember where he got it either. So I am looking for advice for replacements. I've tried a few out and nothing really seems the same. I'd love to hear about others favorite implements too belts and otherwise as I continue my quest for that one perfect belt stealthy enough to use everyday and sturdy enough to last another couple of decades busting butt.
  3. Please share with the group your favorite spanking position & favorite implement that you prefer.
  4. Real experienced disciplinarian. Administer real discipline only! You will bare your ass and do as you are told. It will hurt but you will not be injured. Just like Dad! Those who know that they need to be punished. Looking for those who want accountability in their lives. Not fantasy but real life punishment. Life long spanko..... lets enjoy what we love so much Does waiting for your punishment send butterflies flying in your stomach? Does the sound of the belt slapping through the loops set the butterflies into a frenzy? I understand!
  5. Hi all. I'm a straight male lifelong spanking enthusiast but it's been all selfies. I'd like to meet some friendly likeminded people on line to share ideas, pictures, experiences. I'm not looking for a hookup. Safety & trust are paramount especially these days with the corona virus and potentially dangerous individuals. My goal is receiving a good bare butt spanking from someone & possibly returning the favor.
  6. I am a 53 year old boy who needs a strict, and firm dad to help me behave myself. I prefer someone older, or at least my own age. Please have a place to meet, as I live in an apartment, where a real butt whippin would be too noisy.
  7. Sir is waiting in the large, oak-lined library, waiting for the student to report to him, as requested. She comes in, standing in her uniform: bottle-green blazer, white blouse, school tie, grey, pleated, knee-length skirt and long grey socks. “You wanted to see me, Sir” she says. “I did, young lady, and do you know why I have summoned you here?” “No, Sir. I have no idea.” “Well, while I was re-arranging these library books that you see all around you, one fell on the floor, a copy of the Venerable Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English People.” Sir continues, “Is that ringing any bells with you?” “No, Sir” is her reply. “Well, let me enlighten you. I picked up this precious book, an historically important book, and as I flicked through the pages, I was appalled to discover rude words written in the margins of many pages.” She shuffles a little on her feet but maintains an air of insouciance. “The handwriting is yours” Sir states. “Don't try to look all innocent, I've written ‘See me!’ on your homework enough times to recognise your handwriting at a glance.” “Oh God! I can't believe he knew it was my handwriting!” are her thoughts. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir” are her words as she stares down uncomfortably at her feet. "I am also appalled that you know such words. Shameful." She continues to look down at the floor, Sir puts his hand under her chin and raises her head. "You will look at me when I am talking to you. Go and stand over there behind that chair." She slowly walk over to the chair, wondering what is in store for her. She has a quick glance around and cannot see the cane anywhere. “My legs are shaking but I cannot see his cane anywhere. He is well-known for the severity of his canings!” she thinks to herself. She stands behind the chair. "Bend over and place your hands flat on the seat of the chair” Sir instructs. She does so, slowly, her breath quickening and heart pounding. She feels your pleated skirt being raised up. White knickers. "Sir, I'm wearing the correct knickers, Sir" she implores, as if this might spare her from Sir’s full wrath. "Be quiet!" Sir snaps. Bent over the chair, having her skirt raised only serves to raise her fears of what Sir is planning. Sir pulls her knickers down, makes her step out of them and he tosses them onto the table in front of her. "Your knickers are irrelevant, young lady” Sir says matter-of-factly. She is trembling with the anticipation, the dread of what is about to happen. Sir is still holding the book, he spreads his palm across it and … WHACK! She feels the full force of the Venerable Bede across her bottom. The force is such that she cries out and the chair lurches forward to the extent that she has to put a hand on the table in front of her to stay upright. “Oh my God!” she thinks to herself, startled. “The force from that book pushed me forward. I almost lost my balance! Now the heat is spreading across my bum.” "Hands back on the chair, please." Sir says calmly. She does so, but Sir notices that she is gripping the edge of the seat in order to brace herself. "I believe I told you to place your hands flat on the chair." She obeys the instruction. "If you move your hands from that position on the chair then I will take my belt to you." Sir says. She anxiously looks round and see that, yes, Sir is wearing a belt. "Do you understand?" “Yes, Sir, I understand.” She composes herself for the next stroke, desperate to hold her position. The spanking resumes with slow, deliberate, firm strokes across her bottom. The Venerable Bede makes for an excellent paddle. The redness spreads across her whole bottom. She is pressing her hands hard against the chair, desperately trying not to move them as the smacks rain down ever harder faster. She is pressing so hard that her arms are beginning to ache and tremble. The pace and force are building, and she struggles to remain still as each smack lands. Eventually, a very firm stroke connects, and she crashes forward into the chair, causing it to scrape loudly across the floor. She involuntarily reaches forward with an arm to steady herself, before quickly putting her hand back on the chair. "Maybe Sir didn't see that" she hopes to herself. All goes quiet. Very slowly, and deliberately, Sir places the book down on the seat of the chair in front of her and she lets out a whimper as she hears Sir unbuckling his belt. "Now, bend over at the table" Sir instructs. Her arms are so exhausted that she flops forward onto her chest on the table and stretches out her weary arms, resigned to her fate. Sir smiles quietly to himself. "Feet apart, please." She shuffles her feet to comply with the instructions and listens to Sir slide the belt out of the loops on his trousers. “I can only imagine what this is going to do to my already tender buttocks” she thinks anxiously to herself. Sir stands to the side of her so that he can get a full swing at her burning bottom. Her rapid, shallow breathing is delights him, she sniffles a little and her logs tremble. The first strike whips across her cheeks, causing her to cry out. Sir allows the pain to flood through her body and the heat to sear into her bottom before the next lash bites into her bottom. Sir waits again, then repeats. She screws up her toes inside her shoes, trying to drive the pain out of her body and down through the floor. She gasps and winces. Sir continues to thrash her with his belt, quickening the pace so that the next belt strikes while the pain from the previous one is still building within her. Stroke after stroke of his belt lands on her poor behind. The pain increasing steadily. Her eyes are full of tears, “But I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry!” she thinks grimly. She sniffs back the tears. Sir belts the same cheek repeatedly, and rapidly, and the intensity is too much for her to contain. "Oh please, Sir!!" she cries out. Sir stops and she is squirming and writhing against the desk, desperately trying to make the pain dissipate. "Good girl." Sir says softly, and he can sense her relaxing a little. "Nearly done, just the same to do on the other cheek." “Oh please sir! Not more!” she implores. Sir does the same to her other cheek and she cries out once more. As the pain washes through her, she grimaces and groans. "You may stand up now." Sir says calmly. She wearily raises herself up off the table and looks round at Sir. And it is now, as their eyes meet, that she starts to cry. "What you did was very serious.” Sir explains. “This is a very expensive book to have to replace, I was extremely angry with you." She looks at Sir with tears rolling down her face. Sir places his hands on her cheeks and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. He then sits down on the chair and beckons her to sit on his lap. “I realise that what I did was wrong, and I needed to be punished” she thinks to herself. “Sir has done that, and I will feel the effects of this afternoon’s lesson for a while yet.” She sits gingerly on his lap, as instructed. Sir leans back in the chair and she leans against him with her feet up on his thigh. Sir places one hand on her upper arm to hold her and his other hand rubs her burning bottom. Slow, soothing strokes of his hand on her glowing cheeks. "I do this to help you, to make you become a better pupil” Sir says. “You have the ability, you just need to have it channelled constructively. With Sir's guiding hand, there is no reason why you cannot spread your wings and soar." “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” "Good girl." “Now, it is past your home time” Sir says. “Put your knickers back on and you may go.” “Yes, Sir.” "But before you leave, could you place this back on the shelf." Sir hands her the book and she puts it back where it belongs. She then rubs her bottom as she leaves the room.
  8. (this is a continuing story from, "Your first spanking with a new Mentor/Spanker") Well, some time has passed since that first spanking, hasn't it? ...and during this time you have gotten to know and trust me as your Spanker and Disciplinarian and I have really enjoyed getting to know you. Although undisciplined and impetuous at times, you are clearly a free spirit, have great energy, very smart, creativity and really fun to be around. By now, a number of months and a number of spankings have taken place, all really fun spankings, "stress relief" as some might say and I have really never been given cause to give you a disciplinarian spanking…that is, until today. As we find ourselves in May of 2020, it is clearly the Covid-19 time and the world has been facing self isolation. This requiring each and every one of us sacrifice our lives as we knew them, for some, our livings have fully stopped and front-line workers are the true hero's, this is the world we live in…so it was easy to understand that the local 6:00 o’clock news ran the story showing some people blatantly disregarding the social distancing rules at a nearby park on a particularly beautiful day…and this is where your troubles really starts. I, personally, got really lucky, in that, I was infected by the virus in late February and hardly felt any symptoms at all. I found out from a phone call informing me that a colleague that I was traveling with was infected, but for me, who was in fact asymptomatic, I felt lucky that I dodged the bullet. Even still, I social distanced from everyone, including you, even after my 14 days, to be a good example and play it safe since we still know little about the disease. So, there I was in my kitchen, preparing dinner, with the news on when, lo and behold, there you are, one of the “thoughtless citizen’s” sunbathing in the park, clearly not social distancing. You were sharing a towel with a girlfriend, the two of you grinning away as the reported asked, “How do you feel breaking the social distancing rules, when people are suffering in the hospital and may be suffering in the near future because of your behavior.” Your friend answers, “ohhh, lighten up!!! We have the right, the only person who looks out of place is you in your three-piece suit!!” and with that comment, you and your friend burst out laughing, leaving the reporter to make a disparaging comment about some of the more selfish and ill-informed people living in our fair city. ...and for the record, no, she was not wearing a three piece suit. At first, I didn’t think too much about it…I was disappointed to see your behavior, but as I re-watched the end of the news piece and your bursting out laughing, appearing to be under the influence of your friend and completely tone-deaf to the world around you…well, this started to annoy me and then I remembered that you have asthma, one of the underlying conditions that could make getting the virus serious. I then got concerned and then mad at your reckless behavior. After dinner, I give you a call, ask about your day and you say nothing of it. You know that do I worry about you and you tell me that you’re staying in tonight and you even volunteer that you stayed in all day. "You did, huh?" I think to myself. “OK, well, I'm glad to hear it and sure glad that you’re being truthful with me,” I ended my call saying this, giving you a final chance to come clean. If you had been truthful, you would have gotten off with a lecture, but instead you offered me a virtual hug and we said goodbye. Needless-to-say, you are quite surprised to receive a call from me 35 minutes later informing you that I am outside your place and I would like to speak with you. As you opened your door, you find it quite unnerving that I am unexpectedly here and I am wearing a mask. “Sir, w- what a pleasant surprise,” you start, “ummm, really a BIG surprise since I wasn’t expecting you, like, AT ALL!! Is everything OK?” you start. “ohhh, I don’t know, IS everything OK?” I ask sternly. Watching your anxiety level rise, you responded, “well, um, yeah, I mean, yes Sir! I guess so, but it’s a little hard to tell with you wearing that mask. You can take it off, I know that you’re safe! Maybe I can make you a tea?” “You know that I'm safe, do you? Well, what if I don’t know that you’re safe? What if you have been exposed to the virus, like, maybe today!? …maybe from a foolish decision you made. MAYBE, you feel safe, but I'm here to tell you that you are not safe and your bottom certainly is not after I'm done with it!!” I said disapprovingly. “Sir!!!! I can explaaaaaain!!!!” you desperately respond. Ohh I am so looking forward to this, crossing my arms, and happy that I soaped up my glasses prior to putting my mask on, so, my glasses would not fog up as I watch your body language change. You go on to explain that it was your friend Jenna’s idea...Jenna, your best friend, was sharing the blanket with you and the very same friend who was mouthing off to the reporter. “oohh, it was Jenna’s fault, was it?” I started, “well, if Jenna was here I would tell her she deserves a spanking too, but it is just you and I and you KNOW you are about to receive one. Now, go and get your hairbrush!!” “My hairbrush!!” you responded, looking shocked, “but, but…but you promised, I would only be spanked with it for a REAL Disciplinarian…” at this, you slow down, “s-p-a-n-k-i-n-g,” and at that drawn-out word you realized that is exactly what is about to happen. “You are exactly right Young Lady, and I ALWAYS KEEP MY PROMISES. NOW GET THE HAIRBRUSH or do you want me to start with my belt?” I said in my no nonsense tone as I watch you quickly make her way to your bedroom, as I walk into your place, and see you returning with the wooden hairbrush that I asked you to buy as a reminder of what happens when you’re disobedient. “So, was it worth it?” I ask. “I guess you saw me on TV, huh?” you respond. “Ohh, yes, I did. I'm sure all of the city saw you!! I hope your boss didn’t!! A stunt like that could get you fired, not to mention if you contracted the virus…you HAVE ASTHMA silly!!! Although I am mad at you…I am also concerned!” I had to admit. Your face softened for a moment, “aww, you care!!” “Oh no you don’t, you’re not going to charm your way out of this young lady” I reassure you. “So, was it worth it? Did you get a nice tan?” I ask. Trying to be factual as well as casual you respond, “Well, yes, I think so, don’t you?” Picking up the hairbrush, I respond, “well, I don’t know, but I am about to find out aren’t I? EVERYTHING OFF, NOW!!! …and then, into the corner!” You have seen me role-play "anger", and thought to yourself you never want to see me like this and now that you finally are seeing me angry and, knowing the kind of trouble you are in, you wisely decide not to say a thing as you slip your shorts and undies off as you walk to the corner and then throw your t-shirt on the ground. Standing there naked, you instinctively put your hands behind your back as you hear me pull one of your chairs into the center of the room. Walking over to you, standing behind you, I say, “You will soon learn that you will do as you’re told, is that understood?” “Yes, Sir” you respond sure not to say anything else. “Now, lets get you on the chair.” I instruct. You turn around questioningly, thinking that, at least, you were going to enjoy being over my lap, as you have come to love this sensation, but looking at me wearing my surgical mask and realizing that I have not touched you since I arrived you realize that this spanking will be much different. “Ohhh Sir, ummm, its OK, I ummm, well…can you pleeease take your mask off, it’s kinda freaking me out!! You’re safe!!! You had it already!! Can I please go over your lap, Ill be the naughty Teachers Assistant again!” you add, trying to diffuse your situation. “Ohh, I know I had the virus, but you have not and since neither of us are immunologists and even if we were, we still don’t know enough about this damn thing…but,…from your performance today, I'm afraid that my words are just going in one ear and out the other, so,…so I will let the hairbrush do the talking, maybe IT will talk some sense in you. Now kneel on the chair!!” At that, your heart sinks, as you walk to the chair kneel on it and put your hands on the back of the chair, feeling very vulnerable, taking a peek at the look on my face, but only seeing my eyes. “Bum out, Katie” I instruct. “Go on, arch your back.” Then, less than a second after you stick your bum out you feel the wooden hairbrush land squarely on your bum, hard. *SMACK* You jump. “SIR!!!! What about the warm-ups??? We have to have warm-ups, right?” you respond. …and as you say ‘right’ the hairbrush lands on your right cheek, then left, then right. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Watching you, as you almost lose your balance. “Hold on to the chair.” I instruct and then *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* for about 5 minutes as I lecture you: “We have talked about this, haven’t we!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “YES SIR” you cry out! *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “I do not want you to get this virus, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I do not want you getting sick *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I do not want you lying me! *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* is that understood??” I lecture you. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* As you kneel on your chair you think to yourself that this is far worse than you have imagined. Yes, the hairbrush hurts much more than a hand spanking, no, there were no warm-up…and, yes, your bum is really stinging, but that is not it. This time you know you have earned this spanking from your thoughtless behavior and now you are embarrassed by this behavior, and, at that thought, your first tear falls. You start to get off the chair. At this you feel my hand on your shoulder, “get BACK into position,” I demand. As you are getting into position you feel your hairbrush make repeated contact with your rear-end. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK**SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I stop as I see you bottom get red. “Now, I think you are ready for the belt!” “Please Sir!!! Ive had enough” you reply between the tears. I find it hard, very hard in fact, to see you like this, but I this is one lesson I do not want you to forget. “Why did you do it? You know better!!” I ask. “It was Jenna Sir, ITS ALL HER FAULT!!!” You try to assure me. “It’s all her fault?” I ask calmly. Kneeling on the chair, you feel that you are now turning me around and, although you have been naked for previous spankings, you kinda enjoyed the freedom of it, but with this being your first disciplinarian spanking this is very, very embarrassing!! “Yeah, Im going to tell Jenna you said she deserves a spanking and she said that she would like to try.” You add, trying to distract me. But as you say that you see me taking my belt off, as you hear the jingle of the belt buckle. Looking at me shocked, “w w what are you d doing Sir?” you stutter with wide eyes. “Ohh, I'm about to show you the belting that you and Jenna deserve, but since you’re the only naughty girl here, you will get her licks too!!!,” I say matter of factly and then walk to the side of the padded arm of your couch, “right over here sweetie.” I direct you. Rubbing your bum, you feel your heart racing, “Please Sir, pleeeease take the mask off!!!” you say as this whole spanking is different than any spanking you have had from me before. Realizing that the mask adds an element of fear to your spanking I say, “Maybe ALL your disciplinarian spankings will be with a mask on EVEN AFTER this thing is over.” I say as you look at me shocked and start bending over the arm of the couch. I reposition you, ensuring your bum is sticking straight up. I snap the belt against itself a couple of times, I wait for 15 seconds or so until you feel the first *SMACK* of the belt. “OHHHHHHH OWWWWWW, OMG, that hurts Sir!” you say in protest. Yes, it should I say as the belt flies through the air, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* I see the tell-tail stripes that only a belt can leave on a bare bottom. I carefully watch you as you squirm under my belt, then 5 more, *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* “How many is that?” I ask. “That is 10 Sir” you reply with a shaky voice. “Whose fault was it?” I ask, hoping for the right answer. Quietly, you answer me, “It was my fault, it was so stupid.” "Good girl, now here are Jenna's." I say calmly. As the belt reigns down on your defenseless bare bottom, at about the 13th stroke you stop processing what is going on around you only thinking about the next stroke that hits your bottom. Lost in the following thought: 'ohhh god that stings!!!!!, I wonder when he will stop!!!!!, fuuuuuucck!!!!, no, no more pls!!!!, ohhhnot sooooo high!!!!, noooooo not so low!!! not on the legs!!!!!, NOOOO FAIR!!!!!, I don't want to cry!!!!!!' ...all these thoughts you keep to yourself until you hear me say, " that's 20, now, Have you learned your lesson?” I ask. “Yes, Sir, I really have...can I have a hug please?” you ask feeling unsure. “Yes, of course!! Come here” I say reassuringly, as you feel my arms wrap around you as your breathing slowly returns to normal. “Im so sorry, Sir, I will never do it again” you whisper. “Im so glad to hear you say this” I say reassuringly. After another minute or so I release you from the hug and I feel that you have really learned from this spanking, I hope so anyways. As your putting your clothes back on you turn to me and ask, “So, would you give Jenna a spanking, I mean, she gets into allot more trouble than I do Sir!!” “I don’t know, you keep me pretty busy,” I respond. “She told me that would like one” you say with a twinkle in your eye. "God knows, she deserves it!" “Hmmm,” I respond, “and let me guess, you would like to watch, right?” “Maybe?” you say, knowing full well you want to watch. I tell you I will think about it. I give you another hung and ask you to be more careful. You nod at me, breath deeply, still rubbing your bum as you walk me to your door disappointed that I don't stay longer. You feel reassured as you watch your masked Spanker make his way to his car and drive off in the sunset. You then grab for your phone, pulling up Jenna's contact number, preparing to tell her that 'she is going to get it!" as you feel a sense of calm and release that you have just had your first disciplinarian spanking.
  9. Hello, im located in northeast Philadelphia and looking to receive a father/son or mother/son style disciplinary spanking.looking for a spanker who is preferably mature and can give a fast and hard otk spanking with their bare hand, spoon, and brush. Then have me lay on my bed or bent over as they belt or paddle me. I am willing to try any implement besides the cane.
  10. Is it possible to have a male spank another male without sexual intimacy and it ONLY be male bonding? I know that is a strange question but I wonder. I crave, need, desire spankings and punishment from other males but have no sexual feelings in it at all. It is all directed towards male bonding and needing that connection with another male. It has nothing to do with sex and I cant even I am sexually excited by it. It is erotic in nature to a degree because of the lack of clothing but the spanking or discipline is my need. Do other guys feel this way? Do you get this connection without sex? It is crazy hard to find guys that are willing to spank me without any sexual favors so I often wonder if it is just me!
  11. So...this is how strong the need is to spank a woman is for me. I was diagnosed with leukemkia on Valentines day 2018. I had Bone Marrow Transplant and Im doing great, Thank God!!! While Im laying in the hospital bed Im watching the nurse prepare my chemo. Her back is to me. I find myself staring at her beautiful ass in her scrubs and I could only think how amazing it would be to pull down her scrubs and panties and spank that perfectly round beautiful bottom . I was soooo sick from everything that it amazed me when the reality of where my thoughts were during that time. I talked to my thearpist after all was done. I explained to her what I just explained here. And NO...therapy doesnt help me. All I want to do now is spank my therapist lmao😂 She asked if I watched porn while going through everything. I said, I have no interest in watch people have sex. I only watch spanking videos. I would love to hear similar stories.
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