Tuesday, January 22, 2008

It's here, it's here!

Ok, I promised you a part three, and here it is. Please let me know if you like it. As usual, it includes a lot of my fantasies - spanking, butt plugs, a little ageplay - so please forgive me if it isn't all the things you like. Of course, it is probably more than any of us would care to experience in one evening, but that's what fantasies and story writing are for! Enjoy. Again, comments would be appreciated. If you missed the first two parts, click here for Part 1, and click here for Part 2.

The Bad Evening

Leigh raced into the house ahead of her husband. She dreaded whatever was coming, but she knew if she didn’t obey him, it would only be worse for her. He was furious with her over the way she had acted at his mother’s, and she didn’t blame him. If only she had behaved after the spanking in the garage! Hell, if only she had behaved in the first place! But it was too late for that. All she could do now was take the spanking she had earned and promise to do better in the future. She scurried to the corner of the living room and hurriedly undid her jeans, shoving them and her panties down to her knees. Sticking her nose to the corner, she placed her hands on her head and waited miserably for Mark to come in. After a few minutes, she heard the door open. Mark closed the door with a loud *SLAM* and crossed the room to where his wife waited. He could see her trembling, the cheeks of her bottom jiggling as her knees shook. Deciding that he was still too angry to punish her properly, he spoke close to her ear instead. ‘All right, young lady. You behaved monstrously today, as I’m sure you know. So tonight you will be punished until you learn the difference between being a bad girl and being a good girl. You have earned yourself a bad girl spanking and a very sore bottom. Do you understand?’ No response from Leigh, who stood squirming as she tried to shrink away from his presence. A sharp slap to her rump got her attention as Mark thundered, ‘I said, do you understand me?!’ Leigh yelped and squealed. ‘Yes!’ she blurted out. Another hard slap cracked across her bottom. ‘Yes what?’ Mark demanded. Whenever Leigh was being punished for behaving like a child, Mark insisted that she be treated as such. He knew that she responded better when she felt she was being attended to by an older, authority figure as it allowed her to regress into a very submissive state. Leigh took a deep breath and then answered him. ‘Yes......Daddy!’ ‘That’s better,’ Mark snapped. ‘For now, you will stand in this corner and think about what a brat you have been. I’ll let you know when I am ready to deal with you.’

Mark walked away and left Leigh quaking against the wall. She knew from past experience that when he said he was going to ‘deal with her’, it was never a good thing. Oh, why had she pushed him so far today? Very rarely did he ever have to discipline her three times in one day, and she knew that if things went that far, he was determined by the end that he was going to get through to her one way or another. She resigned herself to the fact that she was in for a very hard paddling at the very least, and her bottom was already starting to tingle in anticipation. But it was that knowledge that she was probably going to get additional punishments tonight that was making the butterflies in her stomach tumble around like they were in a clothes dryer. Finally telling herself that she had only herself to blame for the position she was in, she settled down and waited for her husband’s instructions.

After thirty minutes, which felt like both an eternity and a millisecond to Leigh, Mark returned to the living room. He was pleased to see his wife just as he had left her, but also determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. ‘All right, naughty girl, let’s get started.’ He saw Leigh tense at the word ‘started’. ‘Turn around, and keep your hands on your head,’ he continued. Leigh shivered and turned to face him. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him standing about three feet away from her, the Lucite paddle with the holes in it in his hand. Her jaw then dropped when she saw the butt plug and the jar of Vaseline on the end table by the couch. But before she could protest, Mark spun on his heel and went to the couch, sitting down on the middle cushion. ‘Come here, young lady,’ he ordered firmly, the paddle resting ominously on his thighs. Leigh gulped and then obeyed, shuffling slowly over to stand next to him. Mark put a hand on her waist and guided her between his knees. He then patted the cushion next to him, indicating to Leigh that she was to put herself over his knee. She hesitated for only a moment, and then slowly lowered herself into position, her upper body on the couch, her tummy over his right thigh. Mark grasped her hips and shifted her forward so that her hips were over his leg instead, elevating her bare bottom into the perfect target area. He then tightly wrapped his right arm around her waist and clamped his left leg over hers. Leigh groaned. She knew that when he pinned her down tightly like this, she was in for a very sore hot bottom.

Mark sat quietly for a few moments. Then he began his lecture. ‘Leigh, I was very disappointed in you today. You acted like a spoiled brat and embarrassed me in front of my mother, not to mention embarrassing yourself. I gave you one chance when I took you to the garage for a private spanking, but you didn’t learn and I had to do it again within earshot of my mother! I hate to have to punish you when you misbehave, but it is for your own good. I want to show you off and be proud of you when we are around others, and you let us both down today, didn’t you?’ Leigh sniffed. She knew he was right, and just knowing that he had been ashamed of her was enough to start the tears puddling in her eyes. ‘Yes Daddy,’ she stammered. Mark could tell that she was contrite, but he also knew it was a mistake to let her off the hook. He could feel the tenseness in her body and knew that she was still fighting off her feelings of remorse. Picking up the paddle, he began patting it gently on her upturned bottom. ‘Now I want you to unclench your bottom, young lady. You are going to get a good paddling, and I do not intend to just bounce this paddle off your tight butt!’ He continued to pat, watching his wife struggle with herself as she fought to relax her cheeks. When the flesh beneath the hard plastic softened and began to give with each tap, he drew the paddle back and rapidly brought it back down, delivering a loud *SMACK* to Leigh’s right cheek. This was followed by a hard *WHAP* to her left one. He then went back to gently patting as the first couple of smacks always caused Leigh to tighten up again by reflex. After a few taps, Leigh was able to focus again and forced herself to loosen up her bottom. She buried her face in the cushion and waited.

Mark now began to properly paddle his recalcitrant wife. The paddle rose and fell in a steady rhythm. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* Left cheek three times. *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* Right cheek three times. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Directly in the middle three times. *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* Three shots to the ‘sit spot’ where thigh meets buttock. Then start over again. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* After a couple of repetitions, Leigh began to whimper and yelp after every few swats. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *OW!* *WHAP* *WHAP* *OUCH!* *WHAP* *SMACK* *YOW!* *SMACK* *SMACK* *YEOUCH!* *WHACK* *WHACK* *NOOOO!*

After a half dozen times through his pattern, Mark increased the strength and speed of the swats. He could feel Leigh moving into ‘fight or flight’ mode as the pain exploded into her consciousness and she began to stiffen and struggle against him. He tightened his grip and continued. If he stopped now, Leigh would be stuck in anger mode and he would have accomplished nothing. He had to push her through into acceptance and remorse so that she could forgive herself by knowing that she had taken her punishment like a good girl and the slate was wiped clean. She now bucked over his knee and screeched with every swat, her belligerence still showing. *CRACK* *OWWWW!* *CRACK* *NOOOOO!* *CRACK* *WAAHHHH!* *WHAP* *PLEASE STOP!* *WHAP* *QUIT!* *WHAP* *OWW! IT HURTS!* *SMACK* *LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!* *SMACK* *STOP IT!* *SMACK* *YOU MEANIE!* *WHACK* *OW OW OW!* *WHACK* *OUCH! STOP IT!* *WHACK* *NO MORE!*

Three rounds of this and suddenly Mark felt the mood shift. Leigh’s upper body sank into the couch cushions and her hips no longer bucked wildly over his knee. Her feet were still drumming the carpet, but her vocal protests were now mixed with sobs, and the demands that he stop changed to apologies and promises. *CRACK* *OW!* *CRACK* *I’M SORRRY DADDY!* *CRACK* *I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL!* *WHAP* *I PROOOOMISE!* *WHAP* *PLEASE!* *WHAP* *I WON’T BE BAD AGAIN!* *SMACK* *DADDDDDY!* *SMACK* *OW! I’LL BE GOOD!* *SMACK* *YOW! I’M SORRY I WAS NAUGHTY!* *WHACK* *AAHHH! I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* *WHACK* *I’M REALLY SORRY DADDY!* *WHACK* *~WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!*

Mark now eased up on the strength of the swats, but still continued the rapid speed. Another three applications of the pattern and Leigh’s crying was now hard and constant. Her pleas had dropped off to an occasional *I’M SORRY!* or *I PROMISE TO BE GOOD!* when she could catch her breath. Her bottom was crimson red and Mark could feel the heat coming off of it. He knew there would be some bruises, but none that would last any length of time. Leigh’s nickname at home was Iron Butt, and they both knew that her punishments had to make their impact at the time they were given since they never had any lasting effect on her physically. She was always disappointed by this as she had fantasies about the ‘I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week!’ scenario but knew that wasn’t possible for her. Her fiery bottom would fade back to white even before the evening was over, so Mark knew he had to get his message across during the spanking. He kept paddling until he felt her lying limply over his knee, sobbing her regrets into the cushion. He concentrated six last sizzling smacks on her sit spot that made her jerk and squeal and then laid the paddle aside.

Leigh lay still over his lap, crying pitifully as her husband began to gently rub her blazing bottom. After a few minutes, she had calmed down to a few hiccups and sobs. But as the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that they probably weren’t finished yet since Mark had not allowed her to stand up. Plus, she was suddenly remembering the items she had seen on the end table before she was upended. So it came as no surprise when she felt Mark slip his fingers between her buttocks and spread them. She could only groan and clench her fists as she felt the tip of the lubricated plug forced into her tight hole. She made herself breathe deeply and relax, jumping only when the plug had slid all the way in and her cheeks closed around it, trapping it in place. She moaned, her bottom twitching from side to side on Mark’s lap as she adjusted to the intruder, the base of which protruded and poked painfully into her swollen cheeks.

Mark now helped his wife to her feet and Leigh instantly began her after-spanking dance, hopping from foot to foot as she scrubbed at her bottom with her fists, trying to ease the sting. Mark never let her do this for long as he knew the effects faded fast enough on their own without any help. Taking Leigh by the wrist, he pulled her over to the dining room table and down on to one of the hard wooden chairs. Leigh yelped as her hot plugged bottom made contact with the unyielding seat. She wished he would let her stand in the corner as usual. Instead, Mark now put several pieces of paper and a pen on the table in front of her. She looked at him quizzically. ‘Write this down!’ Mark ordered. Leigh quickly picked up the pen and copied down what Mark told her: ‘I’m sorry I was a naughty girl and I promise never to pout like a brat again. Thank you for spanking my bare bottom, Daddy.’ Leigh cringed at the words even though she agreed with them. Her shoulders slumped at Mark’s next order. ‘You will now sit there on that plug and write that 100 times. I want it neat. When you are done, you will read the sentences to me and we will finish your punishment with the six cane strokes I promised you. Now sit up straight and get busy!’

Leigh shot up in her chair, grabbed the pen and began to write. Her bottom throbbed on the hard wooden seat but that thought was pushed aside by the task at hand and knowing that she still had the cane coming later. She tried to take her time with the sentences, hoping to delay the inevitable. But Mark saw through her. After an hour, she had only finished 30 lines. Mark growled in her ear. ‘If you don’t stop dragging this out, I’ll make it 12 strokes.’ That was all Leigh needed to hear. Her hand began to fly over the page. It took her another hour and fifteen minutes to finish. She laid down the pen and shook the cramp out of her hand as Mark came over and inspected her work. ‘A bit sloppy, but I’ll let it pass’ was his decree. Leigh breathed out in relief, but it was short-lived.

Mark now made her stand and then pushed her down so that she was bent over the dining table. Her upper body lay on the cool surface, her still warm plugged bottom jutting out. Her husband then instructed her to prop herself up on her elbows and he handed the pages she had written to her. ‘Read!’ he barked. Leigh sighed and began to recite the lines. She gasped when she suddenly felt the thin cane rubbing up and down across her bottom. Gripping the papers in her fists, she haltingly read out the words. The rubbing of the cane was making her very nervous. She had gotten through number 15 when she heard the swish and then felt the bite of the cane on her bottom. She yelped and leapt upright, clutching her backside. Mark immediately pushed her back down. ‘Keep reading, young lady, or I’ll still make it 12!’ he threatened. Leigh choked out a sob but did as she was told. Another swish and a crack of the cane after line 34. Again after line 48. Since 6 didn’t go into 100 evenly, Leigh was never sure when the next one was going to land. She gritted her teeth and kept reading. Another hard stroke after line 66. She made it through number 81 before the cane swished again. Now crying opening, she sobbed her way through the rest of the lines, knowing that the last and hardest stroke was still to come. Mark waited until the last moment, bringing the thin reed down hard on her striped bottom as she finished number 99. The last sentence was more of a lengthy wail than any coherent words, but he let it pass.

Mark let her lay over the table as she collected herself. He then gently plucked the plug from between her marked swollen buttocks. Leigh groaned in appreciation and relief. Mark kept her in place for a few minutes as he massaged her sore backside. When he realized that she was enjoying his attentions just a little too much, her hips beginning to sway and her bottom pushing back towards him, he pulled her to her feet and turned her to face him. Holding her by both arms, he made her look at him and put on his sternest face. ‘Have you gotten the message that I am not going to tolerate any bratty behaviour, little girl?’ he growled. ‘Yes Daddy,’ Leigh managed to blurt out. She always found it hard to answer when he talked to her like she was a child, even though she knew she had acted like one. He went on. ‘Do you understand that any repeats of that behaviour will result in more sessions with your pants pulled down and your naughty bare bottom getting smacked?’ Leigh could only nod. ‘Good girl,’ Mark told her. He pointed across the room. ‘Now get that butt back in your corner for another 30 minutes and then we will be done. Move!’ he roared when Leigh hesitated, looking at him pleadingly. With a squeal, she turned and fled to the corner. Mark threw himself on the couch, worn out but glad that he got to enjoy the view of his contrite wife as she stood with her hands on her head and her nose to the wall, her red glowing bottom in plain sight. They both knew it was not her last time over his knee, and while neither looked forward to it, they were both thankful – Leigh for knowing that Mark cared enough to correct her when she got out of line, and Mark for knowing that Leigh loved and trusted him enough to allow him to do so.

23 comments:

Sarah said...

Freakin awsome! I was late for work because i was reading and rereading this wonderful fantasy. Thankyou for the many kinky dreams i am sure to have tonight!!

Leigh said...

Thanks Sarah! Glad you liked it. But maybe somebody deserves a spanking for being late for work? LOL!!

Anonymous said...

What a fantastic story! I have just started reading your blog and have to say its really great!

Keep it up :)

Anonymous said...

Leigh, Loved all 3 chapters of your story!! Look forward to you writing some more. Wish I knew how to inspire my hubby to be more like the husband in your story but am working on it! Enjoy all your pics and blog writings too, they really capture what I (and I'm sure alot of us) feel, Thank you

Anonymous said...

I want more, this makes me so excited. More, please and know that the farther you go the better it gets, goooo Leigh. Its yummy. Chas

Chastity said...

oh by the way , I loved parts one and two also!!!! more spank spank stories and more butt plugs...hoooray

Anonymous said...

I get spanked that hard too. My boyfriend HOH, makes me go get the belt, makes me pull my own jeans and panties down to my knees. I go over his knee. No matter how much I ask him, he never tells me how many I getting. He spanks me with his hand forever. Lets me up and I do that spanking dance too. Than I lay over the side of the couch. I deserve the right to have a pillow to bite on. He spanks me with his belt so hard and fast. There no pauses between swats. I stiffened, clench, buck and flutter my feet wildly. There no specified number of swats. I scream and bite into my pillow. He continues until I am a mess with tears streaming, noise running, eyes puffy and hiccup crying. I have a very high pain tolerance too. So he says the spanking doesn't really start until after I start crying. I do that spanking dance (arch my back, rubbing and hoping up and down).

Anonymous said...

"fight or flight" mode. Yeah, my husband calls it the point of pain and surrender. He uses a paddle or a belt. He spanks pretty slow but very hard until I get to that point when I am at my pain threshold. Then its fast and furious swats. I too buck, stiffened, bite pillow and squeeze blankets so hard my knuckles turn white, scream, holler and kick like a fish out of water. He continues until I am crying cathartic hiccup sobbing too. I totally relate to this story except the but plug.

Anonymous said...

Just about two weeks ago, I accidentally clipped my boyfriends motorcycle just enough to tip it over. I felt so bad and he was so upset I agreed to take a real spanking (no specified number of swats, no specified time limit, no warm up and no safe word) bare ass with whatever he decided to use. That's what he calls a real spanking. It took him at least three days before he was calm enough to give it me. He never touches me in anger. I have only gotten a few of these in our three years being together.
I pushed my pants and panties all the way down to my knees as he asked me too. He picked up a bamboo backscratcher he got from the dollar store. I laid over his lap and he placed it on my backside. He waited for at least a minute and out of no ware just tore into me. He used the flat part of the handle and literally paddled the living daylights out of my bare ass hard and fast with rapid fire whacks (no pauses between swats) from begining to to end. It went on on for like forever. He didn't stop until my entire reer end was welted from the tops my cheeks to my upper thighs.
When he finally let me up I was crying out of control and I did that embarrassing spanking dance. I arched my back, pushed my hips forward, flew my hands over my ass and started rubbing fanatically as I was hoping up and down and turning about in all directions. He said he got so turned on watching me do that spanking dance performance.

Anonymous said...

"no specified number of swats, no specified time limit, no warm up and no safe word.. bare ass hard and fast with rapid fire whacks (no pauses between swats) from begining to to end.?" I really like to hear from on this page and see if anyone really believes you.

I seriously doubt this comment was a true store. I seriously doubt any woman would or even could surrender to a man willing like this. And doing that spanking dance, seriously, I doubt any grown woman would do that for real.

Anonymous said...

Well, you better believe it. My boyfriend and I have a agreement. When I get a spanking for warning he sets a egg timer he sets and spanks me with his hand for 2 full minutes, sometimes 3 if he really wants to ensure I am warn. When it come to mouthing off he spanks me with paddle until I say handle it and I yell out my safe word. For direct disobedience he uses a belt or hairbrush for a specified high number of swats. I can't use my safe word, its not allowed but it stops when he get to that specified number he tells me before he starts spanking never before and no more.
However, if its a punishment spanking, like if I completely loss it and start swearing at him. Other things I can get a punishment spanking for is lying, deceiving, texting and driving or drinking and driving. If I throw anything at him or especially if I cause a narrative scene in public I would get a punishment spanking. A punishment spanking is what he calls a real spanking.
He is what he calls a real spanking. In a real spanking there are five things that we agreed too.
1. A real spanking has no time limit, its unlimited time length. We have no need to set a timer.
2. A real spanking has no specified number, its unlimited swats
3. A real spanking has no safe word, I don't decide when the spanking ends and nothing I say will wills top it, it continues until he decides its over.
4. A real spanking has no warm up, the spanking starts hard and intense as he want determines and continues as hard and fast as he decides from the until it end.
5. A real spanking has no protection. Its starts right off absolutely bare from waste to ankles or at least knees.

Yes its a matter of surrender and some woman have brought themselves to complete surrender to their mans authority. I do with my man. He is so fair, nice, very affectionate, sweet but if he has to stop and spank me he will and if if has to stop and punish me he says its always going to be a real spanking and I know exactly what that phrase means and yes, I submit to it and I am 23. And I have gotten about 3 real spanking in past three years we have been dating him but I will tell you that never did it again. He spanks me and than he is there for me when he stops spanking me. So you there are real adults that can and do submit to o it.

Anonymous said...

Bulshit! First you can spell or write. I have never heard of a woman who would surrender to an unlimited swat spanking especially with an implement hard and fast like you described. I don't believe.

Anonymous said...

I have major controlling issues. I always want to be in control. Than, I fell in live with Brad. We been together 2 years. We been involved with DD for about a year now. The thing is that I have a very high pain tolerance. I have struggle with control especially with my Brad. There are times when I've earned punishment spanking. I trust him explicitly with all my heart. I've never cried during or after a spanking but I've been topping from the bottom. Even for punishment spanking, I have and use a safe word all the time, I always want to know how many I'm going to get and I tend to stand up on the inside and mentally count the swats until he reaches the specified number. For punishment spanking it sometimes goes as high as 60 the last 20 are a flury (rapid fire) but that what I told him I couldn't to take anymore than that in a flury, which isn't true. But I do hate flurry swats. He always respects my boundaries but than, I still feel bad. I know I can a lot more and than some but I don't want to give up my control. Secretly, I want to give it all up, I just want just once go past my pain threshold and spank me until I'm bawling, secretly I don't want to know how many, I want it to keep going until I am a sobbing mess of emotional release. But I'm to much of a control freak. Sometimes I don't even like myself inside. If I give it all up, I won't know how many I getting, I won't have a safe word to stop it when I want, but its also what I want. I want to be in control and I don't, aren't I a mess. I know it will hurt like all get it but I wouldn't be standing up inside towards him anymore either. I feel really bad inside. Am I making sense? What should I do?

Anonymous said...

I like a real spanking like the kind that goes on until I am bawling, sobbing and crying.

I finally opened up to boyfriend of 8 month that I like spanking. So we tried a few times. He spanked me until he was comfortable once. Than he spanked me until I safe worded out a few times. He gave me a timed 2 minutes hand spanking a few weeks later which was pretty good. Than I told what I really wanted to try.

Told him I wanted a very long no-nonsense real discipline punishment style spanking until I am crying beyond my ability to make words. I want no safe word, no time limit, no swat limit, no protection absolutely bare ass and no warm up this time. I told him I want to try to experience the thrill and adrenaline rush of making the choice to submit to it and to see if I can will myself to do. I just wanted to be held afterwards. He was very reluctant at first and we talked about it for days. I asked him for the rapid fire hard and fast style whacks but not at beginning. I wanted him to start off slower and build up so that that the spanking last longer. At first he wasn’t wanting to because he was concerned welts and bruises. After telling him that I expected that. Its still took him over week before he realized I was serious. He finally decided to give it a try.

We had to wait for another for his roommate to leave for the weekend like he planned to do. We got to his place. I pushed my jeans and panties all the down and he put me over his lap started spanking me with his hand really hard for a really long time. He let me up and I did that post spanking hop. Stiffened up, flew my hands over my ass as I pushed my hips forward and began rubbing frantically as I was hoping up and down. I was far from crying but I sure was fussing because that was the hardest and longest hand spanking I had ever got. After I calmed down enough stay in one place. He went to his room and came back. He pulled off he leather but fairly thin office belt doubled it half and asked me. “Ok, are you sure, no safe word, no time limit and no swat limit?” I respond with a yes. “Ok, that means I decide when this whippin stops not you, you sure that’s what you want, a belt thrashing until you are crying so hard you can’t make out words?”

There I was jeans and panties down to ankles now. As I was still rubbing I looked directly into his eyes, I shuffled over and gently put my arms around him and hugged him. I kissed him ever so gently and I and said, “Yes, please, I really do want to try this. So please don’t hold back but just start of slowly before you tear into me rapid fire ones ok?” “You'll get quit a few before I finish you off. Remember, your safe word is nullified the moment you laid over couch.

I laid over the arm of the couch after gave me his bed pillow from his room I can hang on too. He started in hard and continuous about one whack per second and it just seem to go on and on. I .”was fussing and yelling quite a bit every time the belt came down. Than right no where he was beat my ass really and really fast. It took my breath away. I shoved my face I to my pillow and started biting it trying to muffle my screaming. He wasn't stopping, instinctively I tried shouting my safe word but he ignored it and he kept whacking away. I was kicking and screaming and it went on and on. I don’t know how long it lasted but I finally broke into sobbing but he still kept whipping my ass hard and fast. When he stopped I was bawling so hard I was hiccup crying and my eyes were all puffy and stinging as tears were flowing. I just laid there sobbing. I couldn’t believe I was actually able to will myself to accept it. Its was pure release and he held me until I calmed down and afterwards I felt so tranquil and centered.

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Anonymous said...

Ok, need some input. My boyfriend and I have been together about year. We've been into spanking the past 4 months up till now, its only been fun, erotic. Now my Jason has been doing more reading and thinks I could use some discipline in my life because I tends to reckless and I'm sometimes pretty head strong. I love and love and trust him explicitly. He brought of the 4 D's of D&D to start with. I can't really disagree with him either on a few things. I have a "leather butt" he can smack me with almost anything and it doesn't phase me. We have a safe word, I use it all the time to get out it when it starts to sting a little. I'm a little controlling sometimes.

But even than he feels like it been plenty because I have such a high pain talerence but he get absolutely no reaction from me. One time when he tried to give me 60 swats and lay into me pretty good when we were playing. We always have a specific number. I just hold out until it over. That time it was only determination because he was going to whack me 60 times with his belt nice, slow like I told him too, but it didn't phrase me, I safe worded out at 40. I think he's getting frustrated somhow. But as we were disussing discipline spanking he suggested as a few things those site told him. Now I'm spooked. Theory and reality clashing here. He suggested I give up my safe word for discipline spankings and no no specified swats. But if I do that, I wouldn't know how many I would getting and I wouldn't have a word to stop it. That scary, I wouldn't be in control anymore. Does this make any sense. I mean, I want this but what he's suggesting would make it a real spanking that might really hurt.

My question is for discipline spankings does anyone else have these choices removed for discipline spankings. He is also suggesting no warm up for discipline. This disciple this thing is now getting out of control don't you ladies think? In a discipline agreement is this normal? For discipline spanking, no safe word, no specified number of swats and no warm up? Are discipline agreements really really like this?

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Story 3: Spanking Contest www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=3262

Anonymous said...

Hi, I'm Jennifer! I've been into spanking since I was in my teens but never got involved until my 20's. I always had a safe word except for discipline spanking with my boyfriend. It is "Superman" three times in a row, but I never used it. I'm not sure if I'm the only one but I have such a extremely high pain tolerance that when we first started he would stop because of the condition of my backside before I ever used my safe word, even when it was suppose to be a discipline style. He would never get me to cry. He calls me "Supergirl” buns of steel." He'd always used thick wooden implements or thick western belts. He is always afraid of going too far. He always felt bad about the bruises and welts he would leave but I expected it. He's also always gave me slower types whacks too. I finally got him to not be afraid hit hard but I'd be bruised up to bad for him and he end up stopping before it even affected me. This went on for like a year and we were both frustrated because no matter how hard he whack it barely got a response from me. We talked and finally found something that worked during a discipline spanking. He switched me one time and that got me yelping a lot and even hop up and down. We discovered that it was what he was using and the way he was applying them. We learned that lighter and stingy implements were the trick. Also, my pain tolerance goes down with the brisk fast type swats and more lengthy. He was concerned at first because he felt he was wailing on me. It took a while for use to both get use to it. The implements now are switches (hate them), thin but durable ruler type paddles, curtain rods and thin leather office belts (hate them). For discipline spankings, he now knows exactly how make me cry. I have to have rapid fire swats from the beginning, very lengthy and no warm up. Am I the only one who has such a high pain tolerance that needs such extreme measure for it to be effective?

Anonymous said...

My goodness, I want and need a regular over the knee spank- I don't care if it comes from an older man or woman but must be strict. How can I meet people like this?

Anonymous said...

I'd be willing to meet you with but I would want few things to be understood. I only spank for real, meaning I only spank with no intensity limit (slow or fast), no safe word (I decide when the spanking end and stops), no protection (absolutely bare), no limit on strength (hard or soft), no specified number of swats and no time length limit. It's an absolute real spanking. I only spank very hard, very fast, for a very long time. It's a real spanking until you loose your composure and than continues while you are crying until I decide it's enough. Reply to this and maybe we can talk.

Michael Sign said...

I get so turned on giving my girlfriend all kinds of spankings, from erotic to just because spanking and even real ones that make her loss her composure, cry and sob. I see it as a gift of submission she gives me. She always has a safe word unless it's a real one she like to get sometimes.

Fortunately, I have a girlfriend who likes it also. She actually turned me on to it and brought out the spanko in me. Is it wrong to admit that I enjoy it? I get so turned on as I watch take her pants down knowing that she has given me full permission to spank her or sometime give her a real one. I have conflicting emotions inside. I don't like woman who are abused but I like spanking my girlfriend now.

Its like is a psychological afrodeysic to me. I love the control aspect, its like asking me to discipline her is the ultimate sign of respect and I feel honored she choose me to have that authority.

The actual spanking is exciting to me also. I mean when I turn her over my knee and it completely consensual I feel so stimulated by the whole experience. Seeing her beautiful bare bottom in front of me knowing she is expecting me to spank her and sometimes until she is crying hysterically is huge rush.

For real ones she always like to to be spanked until she cries really hard. But she has a extremely high pain tolerance so I have to wail on her ass really and fast for a long time to push her over the edge to loose her composer. Sometime with no warm up, she likes the "shock and awe" effects from the start for rhe real spankings. For real one she relinquishes her safe word. She says a real spanking isn't worth taking unless it's unbearable and doesn't make her cry, so she expects me to make her cry hard. She likes the cathartic release about once a month.

Is it wrong to feel good about having that authority and power she gave me. I also really get turned on when I start to spank her usually start out with my hand to start with. I am so stimulated when I see her clench up tight and I see all the muscular definition of her butt cheecks.

It is electifying for me to hear her react and I feel compelled to smack harder and faster. To see her feet fluttering and her ass cheecks are turning red to bright red, its like I go into a trance in my mind. The longer the spanking goes on the more I get turned on and I am not sure if I should feel guilty of that or not?

I have never seen her do the post spanking hop I heard some described but I might bring that up to my Jill. I usually use my belt over my knee for discipline and I feel the powerful sense of authority as I began removing it and I feel extremely respected by Jill as she begins dropping her pants when I order her too.

Is something wrong with me, that after experienced spanking someone that I discovered that I really like it myself? Am I the only guy who feels these things. Or is my girlfriend just weird that she loves the pain of a good sound butt blistering once a month.

Stories you might want to read that I enjoyed too that my girlfriend shared with me.

Story 1: Spanking Friend and Nieghbor www.otd-memories.com/spanking_memories/my-friend-and-neighbor

Story 2: Spanking Engagment www.saxon-web.co.uk/fiction/htm/novels/engagement/index.shtml#.V1dILC_D-bN

Story 3: Spanking Contest www.spanko.net/spanking_forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=3262