My First Spanking - Part 3

When I had talked to B.B,online before we met he asked how I felt about spanking him. I didn't even truly know how I felt about him spanking me. I was such a total newbie. He understood and said we could discuss it when he was there. He had introduced his Sub to switching roles and she had learned to enjoy it very much. He also confessed that he was due punishment for his negligent behavior. Hmm could I spank as well as be spanked, I had no idea.

So this was the moment of truth. As he looked at me I told him I would try. After all this lovely man had given me a great deal of pleasure, at least I could try. So he removed the rest of his clothing. Oh my what a fine looking man. He laid on his stomach and invited me to try out the different implements. He assured me that he enjoyed this and was reasonably sure I wouldn't do anything wrong. He taught me the safe areas to spank. And he told me he could take a great deal, not to worry. Many months after this experience as we became close friends he told me he could hardly hold back the laughter when I spanked him with each implement. He said my eyes were wide with wonder and I looked like a little girl opening new gifts on Christmas morning. I have to admit it was lots of interesting fun spanking his very firm backside with each paddle and brush. We chatted throughout as though we were doing something absolutely mundane. He said I did a very good job and his bottom was a lovely shade of red.

Then I remembered....."didn't you say something about needing punishment?"
He turned and looked at me very seriously. "Yes, are you willing to do that? You will have to be very firm, spank hard, and continue until my body language tells you that you have gotten me to the level l need. Basically you will have to blister my butt like I did yours this morning. Think you can handle it?"

The strong, determined woman inside me rose to the occasion. I picked up the punishment paddle I had become acquainted with that morning. My voice became very serious as I asked him to recount the reason he was being punished. He did so respectfully referring to me as Ma'am. His whole voice and demeanor changed and I realized he was feeling as much like a naughty boy as I did a naughty girl that morning.

I lectured him firmly on his behavior, smacking his bottom hard with my hand every few words. I asked him what he thought he deserved. "Ma'am I deserve a sound spanking". And with those words his fate was sealed.

I began as he had that morning, fast, hard smacks moving from side to side. I could hear him gasp every few spanks. Then I moved to the division between cheek and thigh and he grabbed tight to the pillow. As I watched his bottom turn very red with small spots of purple I wondered if I had reached the point necessary. I paused....Young man have you learned your lesson. His answer came immediately, No Ma'am not yet.

I took a deep breath and continued paddling his backside until it was very deep red and I could feel heat coming off of it. Now I could hear him drawing in breath through clenched teeth. His head went down on the pillow and he lay limp on the bed. I stopped. I knew instinctively this time that we were finished.

I rubbed his back and reassured him that all was forgiven and all I wanted was for him to take good care of himself. He rolled towards me and buried his head in my shoulder as a little boy might have and thanked me for caring enough about him to punish him. I held him very tight and gave him the loving aftercare he had given to me. Lotion, soothing words, gentle kisses and the feeling of cleansing that follows a punishment properly given and properly received.

We talked for several more hours and he playfully put me over his knee and spanked me towards the end of our time together.

This would not be our last experience together and I have since become close friends with both him and his sub. They are the friends I went to visit in Tennessee. But this was our first experience and my first true spanking. I was very lucky. I found myself in experienced, loving, and caring hands.

I felt the effects of our afternoon for a whole week and loved every moment of it. Every time I sat down and felt that sting, I had to smile. I was hooked forever, a totally wired spanko.

Escapism or Calgon Take Me Away!

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm an Escapist!

What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now.

Well this was somewhat of a surprise but not completely. Since I am in a long distance relationship I guess I am always trying to escape to where he is and we do a lot of escapism on the phone and computer. Besides as a writer its my job to help other escape. Try the quiz out, its fun and I always find these interesting.

My First Spanking Part 2

So my initiation into real life spanking certainly was off to a very colorful start. When I went into the bathroom I could not resist looking at my backside in the mirror. Yes it was a lovely shade of red and I could see and feel the welts from the paddle. I rubbed it gingerly, loving the feeling.

What amazed me was my comfort level with this man. Here we were, I was laying bare bottom on the bed next to him. We talked for quite awhile about out lives, our kids, anything you could think of. He turned and grinned at me. He reached over and rubbed my bottom. "Feel like playing". I smiled and nodded. He reached for his leather bag. He took out one implement after another and laughed at the expression on my face. "We won't use any you don't want to." Since I had never used any before I had no idea how to answer that. We did discuss my diabetic condition and the need to protect my skin.

He then took off his shirt which signified the end of his role as disciplinarian. I know longer called him Sir but rather his first name. He turned me over on my stomach laying on top of two pillows on the bed. This was a totally new experience. He showed me each toy before he used it. And this time was as different from the first spanking as night and day. My brain went in a totally different direction. I found such pleasure in what he did. I could not help wiggling in pleasure and losing myself in the joy of what was happening.

He first used a leather paddle which made a loud smacking noise but really did not cause much sensation. He also took time to caress my bottom many times and rubbed my back talking softly about whether I was enjoying what he was doing. Oh I was enjoying it so much I could hardly talk.

He used a different wooden paddle than the one used for punishment and I was so surprised at how different the sensation was. I was also surprised that I could take this much spanking without a problem. I had thought after the morning's punishment my bottom would be unable to handle anything else. Oh I was wrong.

Then he took out a wooden bath brush explaining that this particular one was very popular with people who enjoy spanking. The ad online referred to the fact that it really hit the spot! Did it ever. But this was no punishement and it didn't feel like it was. I could tell the difference in every fiber of my being. He used it right in the middle of my bottom while caressing between my legs. I had never had such an intense experience. He interspersed this with comments about how cute my bottom was and how much he was enjoying what we were doing. Soon I could hardly hear him, so lost was I. It wasn't long until I could feel myself exploding, my brain overcome with all the sensations. As I gasped for breath I remember being somewhat embarrassed at the strength of my reaction. He held me close and reassured me that he got a great deal of enjoyment out of causing such intense pleasure and I was a very rare woman.

He spent quite a bit of time spanking me that afternoon as well as caressing, rubbing and talking. We enjoyed each others company so very much. And then he looked at me....."So do you think you are ready to try something different". Good Lord, how many different activites could a person handle in one day. I asked what he meant and he told me. Ah, now I understood.

My First Spanking Part 1

This is edited to protect the identity of the man involved. However it is all true I assure you. No need to protect my identity. This is in three parts that I will post separately.

After prowling around various sites on the internet, gasping at stories of females being spanked for any number of reasons. Stories that were from another time and place, science fiction, and real time but still not fact, just fiction. My need was for real time spanking on my real backside.

I began joining spanking groups and posting my interests as I learned from other members about the spanking lifestyle and the diversity of people involved.

One day as I worked online I got an IM from someone named B.B.. He welcomed me to the group he belonged to and said my profile sounded interesting. We chatted for awhile and he said he would be interested in spanking me. I am sure my mouth formed a perfect O as I sat staring at the screen. I asked why and he said I sounded like a very nice lady in need of a good spanking. Well, this certainly was the truth.

We chatted a bit longer and agreed to talk more tomorrow. During the day I could not help going back to the conversation over and over.

The next day I got a much better picture of what I was in for. As he questioned me about my behavior he felt I needed not only sensual spanking but a punishment spanking for not taking my medication when I was supposed to. I was much more stubborn at that time. I asked if that was really necessary....his answer....don't you think you deserve it? Well he had me there, I don't lie.

He described what I could expect from the day we would spend together. He had one particular paddle he used strictly for punishment. Then he had other toys for spanking play. My stomach came alive with fluttering butterflies. He described what I could expect during a punishment spanking. My response was, "So you wish to set fire to my backside." He found that very funny. He explained he had a sub but they often played with others and she was fine with his paying me a visit. I asked what to wear. We discussed it and he decided that my short lace nightie with lace panties would be fine....to start...gulp.

Although he suggested we might meet for coffee first and then go back to my apartment, I said since we had talked so much on line I would happy make him coffee and muffins. He said he would be there about 7:30 so we could spend the whole day together. My hand wandered to my back side wondering if it would ever be the same after this!

The day dawned blue skyed and clear. I dressed as requested and watched out the window. When I saw the car pull up I held my breath and my eyes widened as he got out. All 6'4" of him, tall and slender, he carried a black leather attache bag and I was pretty sure I knew what was in there too.

I opened the door and was enveloped in a big hug. He told me how much he had looked forward to meeting me. He told me how pretty I was and I felt my face blush. I began to relax.

He came in and looked so tall and imposing in my teeny tiny apartment that it was almost comical. He sat down and I served coffee and muffins. We talked and got to know each other. He said I could call him by his first name....except during punishment when I was to call him Sir.

He put down his coffee cup and looked at me seriously. "Lets get this out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the day." Ok there went the butterflies. He opened his attache case and removed a paddle made of cherry wood and highly varnished. He patted his lap and told me to lay over it. I did as told with very shaky legs. He rubbed my bottom and asked me to tell him why I was being spanked. His voice was very gentle but insistent. I explained I had not been taking my medication when I was supposed to." There was a short silence and then, "Young lady there is another reason why we are having this discussion," My mind raced. "Purple Angel;, do you know me, really know me."

"Well yes we have talked online many times." The question confused me. He continued rubbing my bottom.

"You know the man you met online and you are very lucky I am exactly the way I presented myself, but you just let a veritable stranger in your house. And look at the position you are in. I could do anything I wanted and you would never be able to stop me."

Oh I was in trouble. I tried swallowing the lump in my throat but it wasn't moving. "But Sir, I felt so comfortable talking to you and you gave me your address and phone number. You were honest with me, I looked at your profile."

He tapped my bottom gently with the paddle, "You need to learn never to let a stranger in your house especially in the lifestyle you are becoming a part of. You always meet first, as a matter of fact, you meet any man you are going out with first and I am going to reinforce that lesson so you don't forget." His voice was stern, quiet, and insistent. My eyes filled with tears. (I have since found they always do during a lecuture).

His hand ran up my bottom to the waistband of my black lace panties and I gasped as I felt them coming down, "You won't be needing these for awhile."

The paddle rested on my bare skin. The wood felt cool and smooth but I had a feeling it would not be cool for long. He gave me a safeword to use in case the spanking was overwhelming since he did not know my body language yet.

Then as I held my breath the cool wood lifted off my backside and landed with a burst of fire. I gasped in shock. Before I could catch my breath the paddle rose and fell over and over....my bottom felt like it was exploding in flames. I could feel my back arching and nonsensical sounds came out of my mouth. As I was being soundly spanked I was also being lectured. "Young lady are you going to start taking your medication as ordered."

The words left my mouth of their own volition, "Yes Sir I will." Oh my God the burning was intense....but exquisite and I could feel the excitement rising within me as well. Was I losing my mind?

The paddling continued, "Are you ever going to let strangers in your house again".

"No Sir I promise", my eyes were tearing and my nose sniffling. I could not hold still on his lap and my legs began kicking. Oh God my bottom was on fire and so was the rest of me.

Suddenly the paddle stopped moving. His hand gently moved over the skin he had just been punishing. "You are really turning colors, maybe you have had enough"

I turned my head and looked at him with tears running down my face. "Sir are you stopping because I have gotten what you think I deserve or because my bottom is coloring faster than you thought."

He sighed, "We haven't gotten you there yet have we?"

I shook my head no and buried my face in my hands. "Alright then baby, lets finish up what we started." As the paddle rose and feel again my body bucked in protest and I almost screamed no but buried my head in the pillow. And then I found I was losing myself to the spanking itself. My entire body collapsed over his lap and the tears flowed freely and I sobbed loudly. The spanking stopped for the final time.

A hand rubbed my back gently and caringly. "Its all over baby, all over."

He led me into my bedroom and we laid down on the bed. He held me tight in his arms crooning into my ear that I was forgiven and now all was over. He gently rubbed cooling lotion onto my burning backside. As I cried on his shoulder he assured me that he was not angry or upset with me, just cared what happened to me. I thanked him for caring enough to set me straight and promised never to be so foolish again. He continued gently rubbing my back and my throbbing bottom which he assured me was a very dark shade of red. I had no doubt he was right.

But there was another throbbing within my body that I could not deny. How in the world could I get so turned on from such a sound and painful spanking. Well, I was and I had learned this new fact about myself. I loved what I had just been through, the sting that remained felt incredibly good but I wished I had not had to be punished. His next words reassured me that punishment is not a necessary component.

"We'll both rest up baby and then we can play". It was then that I noticed the black leather bag had accompanied him into the bedroom.

An Unfair Fare-Fiction-M/f spanking

Unfair Fare-Two Tales With One Ending
Part 1-Joe's Tale

The rain fell steadily in a miserable gray downpour. The whole day had been one soggy mess. Joe's cab had been constantly filled and emptied by wet, impatient people whose lives had been disrupted by the constant rain. He really couldn't blame them for being agitated. He was lucky enough to stay dry and warm inside his motorized office all day.

As his shift drew to an end, he rolled his head from side to side to loosen the knots in his neck. Tips had been great, Joe had a way of bringing a smile to the grouchiest of customers. His sense of humor and kind demeanor were always appreciated. But there had barely even been a break for lunch and he was worn out.

Joe sighed as he heard another rumble of thunder and knew there was no end in sight. He thought back to happier rainy days he had spent with the woman in his life. Rainy days spent cuddled under a comforter in their four poster bed.

Lianne had been the love he had always dreamed of. They understood each other perfectly. Sometimes he felt she could read his mind. They shared many of the same interests, books, and favorite music. She totally understood his need to be the dominant member of their partnering. He understood her need to relinquish control to someone else and be held accountable when she broke the rules they had set up. They both understood their need and desire for spanking as a sensual, intimate activity. Nothing was as erotic as watching her lovely skin turn pink under his hand as she moaned softly in growing desire.

The first time Joe had spanked Lianne in a disciplinary form for rude and sarcastic behavior she had resisted the whole experience until her submissive nature finally got the best of her and she broke down. They had held each other and discussed what had happened, what it meant, and whether she was willing to have it happen again. She was more than willing, she had admitted through tear filled eyes that she needed the correction and his control.

Lianne had yielded to Joe's authority more willingly at sometimes than at others. She was a strong and very determined woman. At times it was a matter of discovering what would wear out first....his hand or her determination. Her determination never quite made it. Joe was very set on the idea that bad girls get spanked.

But she was always sorry for doing wrong, always thanked him for caring enough to set her straight(even if she couldn't sit for a day or two). And he always rediscovered how much he loved her when he comforted and reassured her after each spanking. Sometimes it felt as if those moments after discipline was concluded and their two hearts reconnected were some of the most amazing times in their relationship.

Tears clouded Joe's vision. Lianne had been gone for two years now, taken suddenly by a stroke. It still hurt like hell to think about it, as though it had happened yesterday. And since that time there had really not been anyone else. When he did go out on a rare date all he could see in his mind were Lianne's warm brown eyes and slightly crooked smile. He saw the light brown hair he loved to run his hands through.

The women he dated were always interested in going out again. Joe was good natured, kind, and always a gentleman. He was also tall, broad shouldered, with curly dark hair, and very dark brown eyes that were quite beautiful. When he laughed it was impossible not to at least smile. His laugh sounded like it came all the way from his toes. And though he was very sweet and kind in turning them down he never had the heart for a second date.

Joe shook off his reverie and swiped impatiently at his eyes as he drove down he wet, city street. Up ahead a well dressed woman was signaling frantically to get his attention. Though she held an umbrella her feet were wet past her ankles from standing in the rain trying to get a cab. He looked down and realized he had forgotten to flip his off duty switch. Well, he was fair game and besides one more fare wouldn't kill him. It just wouldn't be right to leave the lady standing there.

He pulled over and opened the back door for her. His smile was warm and engaging, "Sure is a nasty day isn't it". She got in, shook her umbrella outside the cab, and slammed the door shut.

Before Joe could say another word the woman blasted him with, "Well its about time, I have never seen a ruder, more inconsiderate group than cab drivers."

Joe sat there open mouthed with shock. Her lovely face was set in angry lines and what he was sure was beautiful auburn hair was straggling into her face. Despite her lovely appearance he wasn't sure whether to ask where she was going or tell her to get out of his cab.



Part two-Corinne's Tale

The rain fell steadily in a miserable gray downpour. The day had been one soggy mess. And it wasn't just the rain. Corinne sat in her office chair scowling out the window watching as water sluiced down the glass obscuring the view. Not that she cared about the view right now. It had been one more tension filled, holding her breath, right up to the deadline day.

Corinne was the team leader of her group at the advertising agency and was constantly watching over progress on all their projects. If anything came in late or displeased a client she was smart enough to know where the buck would stop.

She stood up sighing, pulling her tailored burgundy jacket into place. Though she was only 5'4" her demeanor and bearing made her appear much taller and more stately. She had lovely, wavy, auburn hair currently pulled back in a clip, and clear green eyes. Truly she had no idea of how attractive she really was. And away from work she could allow her sense of humor and gentler side to show, so Corinne never lacked for male companionship.

However, she never stayed in any relationship for long. There was always something....missing. Without realizing it her relationships always slipped into a mode where she was the one making all the decisions, taking care of all the details. It was just like being back at work.

A deep, secret part of her always longed for a strong, secure man. A man who would occasionally take control and lift the pressure from her shoulders. Corinne often wondered what it would be like to let someone else be the "boss" for a change. What would it be like to have someone say no and mean it? She leaned her forehead on the window and closed her eyes. It would be heavenly.

A slow smile spread across her face. If any of the men on her team knew what she was thinking they would die of shock. All of them had felt her sarcastic tongue slice to ribbons. They were well aware of her responses to shoddy work or missed deadlines. And while she knew they respected her abilities and appreciated how highly regarded their team was, she was also aware of a few of the names they used behind her back.

After more than a few stormy meetings she had marched back to her office, shut the door, leaned back against it and let tears slide down her face. They had all worked so hard to get where they were, couldn't they see she was just trying to keep their standards high? She was afraid of showing her softer side and though she always praised success, Corinne knew that "she dragon" was one of the nicer titles she bore.

She began to gather up the work she was taking home for the evening. Her group's presentation had been very well received and she had very little to do tonight. As she set her office to rights she wished she were going home to two strong arms that would hold her, stroke her hair, and let her pour out the story of her day. And as her fantasy deepened she moved into the most secret part of her soul, the part she shared with no one. Not just a strong man, not just one who would say no, but a man who would not put up with her attitude and would put her over his knee if her behavior warranted it. The thought made her stomach clench and she caught her breath sharply. She did not understand this part of herself. She had never been spanked in her life and was sure she wouldn't like. But, oh, how she longed for it.
It was the most erotic fantasy she had, and it took her a moment to get her breathing back under control.

God, I'm weird, she thought ruefully. She shrugged on her trench coat, grabbed her umbrella, briefcase, and black shoulder bag and headed out of the office. It was 5:30 and the place was fairly empty but she got and returned a few good nights and see you tomorrows. She also smiled weakly as she passed her supervisor's office and heard a hearty, "Great work today Taylor".
He always called her Taylor never Corinne.

Her conflicting thoughts and images of the man she wanted continued to tumble around in her mind as she rode down in the elevator. She stared glumly out the lobby door. "Just great, still pouring". There was another rumble of thunder in the distance. Getting a cab was going to be a miserable experience.

Usually Corinne walked to the train station and took the train to her home in the 'burbs, but today she decided getting soaked just wasn't in the game plan.
She stepped out, opened her umbrella under the canopy and walked gingerly to the curb searching for a cab. When the fourth one passed obviously occupied she could feel her impatience rising. And then it happened.

She stepped closer to the curb to signal the next cab but not only did he not stop but he hit the puddle next to the curb totally soaking Corinne.

"Hey you jerk", she sputtered furiously. Her hair was wet, her pantyhose were soaked almost to her knees and her burgundy shoes were now black with wet slime from the puddle. "What an ass", she muttered angrily as she stepped up to signal again.

Corinne saw a cab in the distance and began waving her hand frantically. Relief spread through her as the care slowed down and pulled up carefully to the curb. The back door swung open and a friendly voice said, "Nasty day isn't it?".

Without even looking at the owner of the voice, Corinne plopped down angrily on the back seat and barked out, "Well its about time, I have never seen a ruder more inconsiderate group than cab drivers." It was then that she looked up and saw the shocked expression on the driver's face. She felt a small stab of embarrassment. "Never mind", she said with a touch less animosity. "Just get me home", she looked at his picture and license, "Joe". She gave him the address and sat back fuming. What a day!


Next-Two tales, one ending

An Unfair Fare-Part 3 Two Tales With One Ending
A Spark and a Burn

Joe sighed as he heard her address. It would be a long ride on a miserable day with a thoroughly agitated woman. Not only that but she seemed determined to take it out on any one within firing range. He figured in this case his best option was silence.

It really was a shame, he thought looking in his rear view mirror. Such a lovely face, he just knew a smile would light it up. Kind of like Lianne with that funny crooked little smile on her face. He frowned, where had that thought come from? This woman was nothing like his sweet Lianne.

Corinne sat impatiently tapping her hand on her knee. The cab was completely silent except for the rain tapping on the roof and the windshield wipers swishing. She folded her arms, " I thought all cab drivers talked constantly. Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue", her voice was acid.

"No ma'am", said Joe startled out of his reverie. "You certainly didn't seem to be interested in a conversation".

"Oh really, and just how would you know that"?

Joe could feel the grin wanting to spread across his face, " Well you did seem a bit upset when you got in the cab ma'am."

Corinne snorted impatiently, "What would you know about it, you're just a cab driver. And don't call me ma'am."

"OK", said Joe agreeably, "You seemed a bit upset when you got in the cab lady."

Oh God, that was worse, thought Corinne. She smiled inside,
besides, after all those ruminations on being spanked she didn't feel very much like a lady right now.

"My name is Corinne Taylor, you can call me Ms. Taylor", she said as she leaned forward to open her briefcase. She caught sight of a book on the front seat. The Fledgling...she had just finished reading that herself. She sat forward, "You're reading that", she gestured to the book.

"Well yes Ms. Taylor. Most cab drivers do know how to read. Have to read signs, maps you know how it is. And hey", he turned around briefly, "Why isn't your seat belt on?" Corinne caught the frown on his face and sat back obediently buckling her seat belt. "That's better", Joe remarked settling back into place. "Guess you think I ought to be reading 101 Dumb Blond Jokes or some equally intellectual masterpiece." As he watched her in the rear view mirror he noticed she at least had the grace to blush.

Corinne sat dumbfounded. She couldn't think of a single sarcastic remark. Joe's face softened, he hadn't meant to shut her up, maybe she wasn't as rude as he thought. "Hey are you cold, would you like me to turn the heater on in the back so you can dry up a bit?"

Corinne looked up as the opportunity presented itself, "No I think its much better to let paying customers sit soaked and shivering." She smiled at her triumph.

Joe caught the smile. OK she was as rude as he thought. He flipped on the rear heater waiting for a thank you that never came. He shook his head slightly, what a brat, just like Lianne had been in the beginning. He frowned yet again, why did Lianne keep popping into his head.

Suddenly Corinne spoke up, "You seem to have good taste in reading Joe. I think she's a great author."

This time Joe couldn't hold back the smile or the laugh. "Well thank you Ms. Taylor. I appreciate your acknowledgment of my intelligence."

Corinne smiled, she had that coming and my God what a laugh the man had. Suddenly a very naughty voice in her brain spoke up, so how are you going to get to him? Corinne sat back scheming without even considering why she wanted to get to him. The silence in the cab had Joe checking the mirror. He saw the dreamy expression on Corinne's face and his jaw dropped. She was indeed beautiful.

Suddenly Corinne sat up and giggled into her hand. She had it! A great plan! She could hardly wait! She was surprised at how excited she was about playing a joke on this man she didn't even know.

Joe heard the giggle and was shocked. The woman knew how to laugh? "You OK Ms. Taylor"?

"Yes I am just fine", Corinne replied lightheartedly. The rest of the ride passed in silence except for an occasional chuckle from the back seat. Joe finally pulled up in front of Corinne's house and breathed a sigh of relief. The day was over. He turned around, "That will be $45.00 Ms. Taylor."

Corinne bent her head over her purse to hide her smile. "Oh well Joe, it seems I don't have quite that much cash on me. I will just have to write you a check for the rest." She pulled out her checkbook.

She loved the look of astonishment on his face, "Uh no Ms Taylor I can't accept a check, do you possibly have the rest in the house"?

Corinne kept writing the check. "No I don't", she said loftily, "I don't keep cash in the house." This was going just as she planned.

Joe took a deep breath, "OK I can take you to your bank drive through or an ATM to get cash."

Corinne sat up startled, this was not part of her plan. "No" she stammered, "You would probably just charge me extra for driving me there and back".

"Well yes", said Joe through almost gritted teeth, "I would have to Ms Taylor."

"Ha so not only do you insult my ability to honor payment with a check, you want to rip me off even further with an unnecessary ride." Corinne spoke in her haughtiest and most arrogant voice.

"THAT'S IT" said Joe picking up the cell phone, "Fine, I'll just call the police".

Corinne sat up, shock and arrogance gone. "What, the police, why?"

"Because Ms Taylor I am having you arrested for theft of services. You are refusing to pay me for what you have already had me do."

Corinne almost shouted, "No don't do that", she could just picture her neighbors as she was led away in handcuffs. "There must be some other alternative," she announced still unwilling to give up the game.

Suddenly an extremely appealing idea occurred to Joe. "Fine Ms Taylor, you don't have enough cash, you won't go to an ATM and you don't want the police. So here is my final offer. I will give you exactly what you deserve for this ridiculous behavior. A good spanking." Corinne sat up startled. Her stomach lurched and felt like a 1000 butterflies had just started fluttering.

She gulped, "You can't do that'
"You're right Ms. Taylor, without your permission I can't and never would do that." He grinned wickedly figuring the next words would be take me to an ATM.

Corinne however, was determined to call his bluff. "OK fine, its better than being ripped off". She opened the door, gathered her things and stepped out of the car. She totally missed Joe's jaw dropping. His mind raced for a moment. Then his jaw set and his face grew stern. He got out of the cab and slammed the door. Corinne's eyes widened at his height and the look on his face. Lianne would have recognized that look immediately.

"Alright young lady, a spanking you want, and may I add deserve, so a spanking you shall get."

Corinne gasped. She didn't know what to do. "I thought I told you to call me Ms Taylor."

Joe walked up until he towered over her. " Young lady" he drew out each syllable, "Are we going in the house or shall I just toss you over the car fender and give your neighbors a show?"

Corinne was in shock, "Nooo we'll go in the house".

"And", asked Joe sternly, "why are we going in the house"?

She looked at him in amazement, "You know why".

"Yes I do but you are going to say it, right now or the police get a call." He walked towards the cab.

"Alright, alright,"Corinne spoke through clenched teeth, "We are going in the house so you can spank me."

"Fine young lady, now move it", and he delivered a stinging smack to her bottom. Corinne moved quickly then to the door, fumbled nervously with her keys and opened the door, stepping aside so Joe could enter. Joe looked around the tastefully and comfortably furnished living room. He pointed to the over stuffed sofa, "That will work just fine but for now...." he took her briefcase, purse, and umbrella and dropped them next to a chair. Then came her coat which was deposited on the arm. "Now young lady you get your nose in that corner", he pointed," and stay there until I call you."

"What", shrieked Corinne, " but that's ....

Joe swatted her hard, "That's exactly what you will do" She couldn't believe the sting of his hand through her skirt. Suddenly she felt she was in over her head.

"I think I've changed my mind", she said unconvincingly.

Joe heard the indecision in her voice. "In that corner now,". He took her arm firmly and swatted her with each step that led her to the corner. She gasped at each sting but stayed where he put her. Joe walked off. Her mind was racing like crazy and her hands were as cold as ice. No one had ever talked to her this way. She had been yelled at but this quiet, stern, insistent voice... and where was he?

Joe found the bathroom and located some lotion he knew he would need afterward. He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. "Young lady", he said softly, "come over here". As Corinne walked towards him she saw him unbutton his sleeves and roll them up. She tried to gulp down the lump in her throat. He pulled her between his knees. "Corinne you have asked for this spanking instead of any other alternative I offered. So you are going to get what you asked for and what you deserve for being a mouthy brat and lacking respect for the feelings of others."

Corinne suddenly felt very small indeed. She dropped her head in confusion.

"So I am going to put you over my knee, bare your bottom, and spank you until your backside is on fire."

"Bare my bottom", Corinne almost wailed, "Oh no don't do that!"

"This is no longer your decision, once you agreed it became my choice to provide the discipline you so richly deserve." Without further discussion Joe pulled her easily across his lap. She struggled briefly until a sharp swat put an end to that. Fear gripped her and she found herself in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.

He lifted her skirt up over her back, pulled her pantyhose down to her knees, and then she felt his fingers on her bottom on their way up to the elastic band of her panties. Her eyes filled with panicky tears. What in the world had she gotten herself into? As promised, down came the panties to her knees and she felt cool air on her bottom. It didn't last long.

Joe gripped her waist firmly with one hand. For a moment his eyes looked longingly on the lovely sight of her white buttocks and beautifully shaped legs. His reverie didn't last long.

The first crack that landed on her backside had her eyes flying wide open in shock. This stung much more than she expected. She wondered if howling loud and long would cut things short.
The first smack was followed by a rain of spanks falling on her bare skin. His hand moved from cheek to cheek and the howling soon began in earnest. It had no effect on him whatsoever.

As the spanking continued Corinne started to beg, "Oh please please stop, I won't be rude again, I have the money, I'll give it to you....oh please stop.

But Joe was relentless and continued spanking sharply as he scolded her, " So you were just playing games with me. Well, now you know how funny I consider your behavior. You, young lady, need an attitude adjustment." It ran through his mind that he had said these same words to Lianne. Corinne's bottom was turning deep red and she was beginning to sob incoherently. He focused the last twelve swats on the tender division between cheek and thigh. Corinne screamed with each smack and went limp over his lap. When the smacks stopped all that could be heard was the sound of Corinne's sobs. But Joe wasn't quite finished. He gently helped her to stand on unsteady feet. She bent to lift her panties. He stayed her hand, "No Corinne we are not quite finished yet."
"Oh please Joe," she pleaded.

"Corinne", Joe began, " You have paid for your horrible attitude and rude behavior." She looked relieved. "But young lady," he continued, " rather than go to an ATM, risk the small embarrassment of police, or go inside to get the money I now know is here," this was accompanied by another sharp smack which made Corinne yelp, "you let a veritable stranger into your house and gave him total access to your body. You don't know me. You don't know that I didn't mean to rape, beat, or kill you. And that foolishness you will pay for now."

Corinne took one step back, "You're scaring me" she whimpered.

"Good I'm glad you have some sense", he unbuckled his belt and drew it out of his jean loops.

"Oh no", Corinne whispered hoarsely, "I can't take it".

"If it gets too far over the top you just say the word "red" and I will stop immediately", Joe took her arm, led her to the end of the couch and pushed her head down over the arm of it. Corinne found herself with her bottom in the air and her feet dangling off the floor. She began crying anticipating the pain her already sore and swollen bottom was going to experience. Joe wrapped the belt around his hand until only a short lash of leather remained. He had no intention of injuring her, just teaching her. He held her back firmly down so she could not move out of position. "You need to understand the importance of safety over playing smart ass pranks." The first snap of leather on her bottom was far worse than anything Corinne had expected. She screamed. Joe winced but continued. He strapped her bottom twelve times taking care to move to a new spot each time. Every time the strap landed Corinne let out another scream. When Joe stopped he waited a moment for her to catch her breath. He took took time to admire her red skin now adorned with strap marks, a very deep shade of red. "Corinne are you ever going to take such a stupid chance again?"

"No no sir I swear I won't. Oh please be done." she wailed.

"I am done sweetheart," said Joe smiling at the sir that came automatically. He helped her up and laid her down on the couch on her stomach. She was still crying steadily and softly. He sat on the floor next to her and poured some of the lotion onto his hands.

"What are you doing?" sobbed Corinne.

"I am going to take care of you", said Joe gently. For some reason this made Corinne cry even harder. Joe smiled and gently rubbed the lotion into her very dark red, very sore bottom. He was especially careful of the strap marks. As he tenderly rubbed the lotion into her skin Corrine felt a different kind of heat than what currently was lighting up her backside. Her bottom arched towards his hand. Joe noticed immediately and it took his breath away.

He finished and carefully pulled her panties back up. She winced as they made contact with her bottom. He took off her pantyhose assuring her she wouldn't want them at all. He then sat on the couch and lifted her onto his lap assuring that her bottom was just off his leg so there was no contact with her sore spots. Her head immediately went down on his shoulder. He rubbed her back. "Its OK Corinne, its all over now....Shh....", he pushed her hair out of her eyes.

Corinne's backside was on fire but her soul was at peace. She spoke into Joe's neck, "I'm so sorry for the way I behaved, I was awful, And thank you Joe for caring what happens to me." The words tumbled out of her mouth automatically and she meant them totally.

Ah, the words he had been waiting to hear. He looked into her eyes and realized he certainly did care what happened to her. "That's OK Corinne but don't ever let this ignorant cab driver catch you doing anything like that again."

Her face turned beet red and she shook her head, "I won't "

"OK baby", he kissed her forehead and held her tight rocking her gently. Her arms slipped around his neck. This is what she had been waiting for.

She whispered gently, "And Joe what happens now?"

He surprised her with his huge laugh, "Well Corinne honey, I don't know, depends on how you liked our first date." He patted her bottom gently. She jumped. "Sorry baby".

"No" she said with a very small smile, "I like feeling it, its what bad girls should feel." Corinne snuggled down into his shoulder smiling to herself as she could feel her bottom burning. "Our first date was wonderful Joe, just wonderful".


And my friends obviously this tale has ended but by no means come to an end!

Better Uses for a Therapy Couch

As you may have read the birthday spanking I got was great fun and extremely sensual. I loved every minute of it. But it was not the only spanking I received from my "older brother". I was spanked for two misdemeanors I had committed recently. I was also spanked for something I did ten years ago.

Some of you may find this absurd to not only accept but to ask for a spanking for such an outdated activity. Well, I not only asked for it, I believe in the concept of therapuetic spanking on several levels. Please also understand I don't believe in this only for women. I don't think you have to be a bottom or a switch either. It takes a very self confident Top to ask for a therapy spanking that they are in need of. Being a Top does not make you invulnerable to the reasons people need therapy spanking.

First of all I believe it is useful if you are highly stressed, not feeling right, and unable to get yourself focused. In this case a sound spanking can truly help get you back on track as a stress reliever.

The second type of therapy spanking is one that opens floodgates. If you are in mourning, feeling sad or just unable to find emotional release it takes very little spanking, from a person who knows you well, to give you the release you need. Then you find yourself crying it out in the arms of someone who cares deeply for you.

And the third one is the type I received. This spanking allows you to forgive yourself for an event you have been choked up with for a long time. In my case the long time was ten years.

I am going to describe the spanking which does bear some resemblance to punishment. However in this case it is not something I did recently, confessed, and got spanked for. But I assure you I asked for and wanted this spanking very much. I have been haunted by what I did and choked up on the guilt since it happened.

The man who spanked me is someone who understands me well. I think that is crucial for therapy spankings. I would be uncomfortable asking for this from a new relationship. We had planned this to be part of his visit. His biggest concern was that he could not deliver a serious enough spanking to release all that I held inside. He is a careful spanker and doesn't like serious bruising. He therefore used other options than my bottom which I will explain.

Before he came to visit I had to write out what I had done to read aloud to him. Reading that out loud was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I was so ashamed of myself. I then stood before him and he asked me if I had anything to say. Keep in mind that throughout I was never yelled at, treated harshly, or made to feel anything but loved and cared about.

What I had to say was this, "I am very sorry for what I did to both myself and the other person involved. I truly need and deserve this spanking and I am asking you to spank me as you think is necessary." By this time I had teary eyes. He quietly lectured me on how dangerous what I had done was to me and, well, to my son.

He then took off all my clothes which I knew in advance was what he was going to do. This had the effect of leaving me "nowhere to hide". All the implements I had were within his reach and he took me over his knee. At this point he reassured me that he would be "with me" the whole time. I would not be going through this alone. He rubbed my back and bottom for a moment and then held me around the waist. The spanking began with my hard rubber spatula which is very similar to being paddled with wood. The spanks were very hard and I was soon gasping but I never tried to get away and each time I was asked if I deserved this my answer was a resounding "yes". I was asked to repeat why I was being spanked several times. While over his knee I was spanked with the spatula, a paddle, and his hand. I cannot begin to tell you how it stung and burned.

When the otk portion was over he sat me gently on his lap, letting me know we were not finished but he held me and hugged me. He told me he was proud of me for how well I was taking this. I wiped away the tears and remembered that at one point he had to "lock my legs" with his since I started to lose the ability to hold them still. I also remember crying very hard but still holding back and not letting go.

The next portion was laying over a cushion on my bed with my wrists and ankles restrained in an x position. I had prepared the ropes before he got there, but the rope was attached to a soft cat collar so my skin would not be rubbed raw. As I lay there with my very red bottom upraised on the cushion he spoke to me quietly as he fastened my wrists and ankles. He told me my bottom was getting to the point where it could only take so much more without serious bruising which he does not like. I knew what this meant, he had discussed it with me before. If he had to finish elsewhere it would be between my legs. Since I had been spanked there before I was not looking forward to this and hoped my bottom could do the job.

When I was restrained he began with the bathbrush. I was soon screaming and crying into the pillow. I was very glad I had been restrained, otherwise I would never have been able to hold still. He next used his belt and gave me quite a strapping. I have felt a belt before but never like this.

The next words I heard had my heart sinking. "Sweetie your bottom has had all it can take. I am going to have to go to the front." I immediately began sobbing knowing what I was in for. I know many people feel this is an inappropriate place to spank but when done with care it is very effective. He was extremely careful but my God did it burn. And then it happened. After several spanks between my legs, it all let go. I could feel inside myself I was giving up all control to the spanking. I was sobbing and at times screaming. My restrained legs tried to close and he had to kneel between my legs to make sure even the slightest movement didn't have him hitting the wrong spot. Throughout I was spoken to lovingly. Several times he said he was sorry he had to spank there but the options were limited. My bottom had just had all it could take.

Then just as it had started it stopped. I felt him removing the restraints and I lay there crying. He laid down next to me and held me very close telling me how proud he was for how well I had done. He put my legs together so I could feel the sting there. He also gently rubbed my bottom. But most of all, and most importantly, he held me and reassured me this was over now. I had paid for what I had done. Not only did he offer forgiveness but he told me I was to forgive myself. He began rubbing a special lotion on my backside which certainly felt good but not as good as what was opening up inside me. The poison of ten years was draining away. I could feel the relaxation within my heart and soul. My bottom burned but the pain I had carried around for ten years was leaving, literally pouring out in a cascade of tears.

This spanking occured on Thursday and I felt some of the effects of it until last night. Most of it was gone the next morning. He carefully checked my bottom many times, and yes I know he was enjoying that, but he also massaged the bruised areas to be sure circulation would limit the bruising. When I looked in the mirror this morning all physical effects of the spanking were gone including the slight bruising.

But what remained was far more important. I feel as though I have drained an absess of pure guilt. I don't even know how to explain the feeling of going from choking with guilt to letting go of that awful feeling quite literally. He and I talked about it several times while he was here. One thing he recognized which may or may not happen is that one spanking may not be enough to get rid of this forever. I will certainly never need a spanking of this magnitude again for this situation but I may need an occasional therapy spanking if the guilt starts to creep back.

However he was very emphatic on one point. He made me delete what I had written about it on the computer and said, "this is now over, I don't want you spending more energy talking and thinking about it. Just let go as you did while I was spanking you." I am going to try for sure and for now it has worked so well. Its almost like losing weight.

So this worked for me, so very well. However, there is an amusing ending to this post. I was spanked early in the afternoon so I could sit at dinner time without agony. When I chose the restaurant to got to the pain had subsided enough that I just wasn't thinking. I picked a great restaurant. They had excellent food, unusual beer, and solid wooden booths. Just what you want to sit on after the spanking of a lifetime. Oh well, it all added up to a well learned lesson and an uneasy bottom but a much eased concience.

Happy Birthday To Me! Oh yes!

I decided to do my first post about my visit with my wonderful "older brother" on the subject of my birthday spanking. As you may know I have led a terribly deprived life and this is the first birthday spanking I have ever had. Believe me it won't be the last.

For those who are detail oriented he used his hand and my wonderful purple paddle. When that paddle is not used in punishment mode it leaves such an exquisite sting and tingle. I never knew whether the smacks with his hand were going to be "love pats" or old fashioned spanks. So delicious.

He had me straddle one leg and lean over as I would for otk. That made squirming and wiggling extremely sensual. My bottom was caressed and rubbed so much that I couldn't help moaning. God I am naughty! He also touched me in lovely erotic ways that made this a most amazing spanking indeed. I can honestly say it was better than chocolate birthday cake.

We both lost count of how many spanks I actually ended up with, we never even tried to keep track of how many times I was touched, rubbed, and caressed in the most intimate way.

I ended up with a lovely colored stingy, tingly bottom and a body that loved every moment of what occured. The photo of the cake(with a few touch ups) really seemed perfect. So now I have another type of spanking to add to my list. My very first birthday spanking, and you know what only seems fair? I think I should get "make ups" for the ones I missed until I catch up.

Greedy aren't I?!

Closed for Attitude Adjustment

As I posted I am having company for the next couple of days. I probably won't have a chance to post but I do promise to let you all know how the birthday spanking and the therapuetic spanking worked out. I will also let you know if I am sitting while posting or in a standing position. My best guess is a little of both.

I will also tell you that I am looking forward to this. I am sure many of you understand why. Spanking is a huge turn on even when it is not meant in an erotic context. My "older brother" and I do not have a sexual relationship and will not have one. That is reserved for the love in my life. But I did long for an older brother all my life and I am so grateful to have one that cares so much for his little sister and not only provides affection and advice but spankings as needed and wanted. He refuses to watch me make choices that are dangerous or unhealthy. I am totally accountable and, yes this is true, I love the feeling. Two men in this world care enough about me to love me enough to spank me when I do wrong and, even better, spank me when I am very, very good!!

Spanking Away the Guilt

I believe very strongly in the therapuetic benefit of spanking. I thought I better start this blog with that statement so everyone understands where I am coming from.

Getting spanked for something you have done wrong and never forgiven yourself for can be so incredibly effective. Please understand I am only talking about myself and the few spanko friends I have discussed this with. I have done no research but if the federal government would give me the money I bet I could design a great study!

I am not necessarily talking about a punishment spanking for something you just did. For example, on Friday I am going to be spanked, I mean seriously spanked for something I did ten years ago and have never forgiven myself for. Yes, I have been to therapy and, yes all my therapists told me to forgive myself and let go of the guilt. Yes, I have apologized to the people involved and asked for and received their forgiveness. But it still eats away at me. I truly feel I deserve to be punished for this. Honestly, I don't feel I will ever let go of it if I don't get the spanking I need and deserve. This was a very serious situation, no small matter I assure you. I will also be honest and say I am both dreading and looking forward to it.

I am dreading it because it is going to be a very real and serious spanking. I know it will hurt and I know I won't allow myself to get out of the mindset usually reserved for punishment. However, the person administering this is a totally trusted "older brother". I know he will watch out for my welfare.

So why would I be looking forward to it? I know afterwards he is going to talk to me about letting go and forgiving myself. I believe this may give me the permission I need.

In short I don't think there is a statute of limitations on the things we have done wrong in our lives. And as far as I am concerned if spanking helps wipe the slate clean I am all for it.

We'll see how I feel on Saturday when sitting will be a true challenge.

A Spanking Prayer

My updated version of Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Spanking Prayer

Now I lay me over his knee
The carpet is the only sight I see
I waited all day for this moment to come
Please oh please make my backside hum

As he took my hand his eyes did glow
For he knew that soon all my treasures would show
I feel his hand caress up my thigh
And all I can do is close my eyes and sigh

My bottom is bare and my legs spread wide
There is nothing I am allowed to hide
He reaches down and kisses each cheek
The moan from my soul comes out as a squeak

That very first spank is warm and a sting
Now follows the ones that make me sing.
I squirm and I wiggle over his lap.
For now they are quite a bit more than a tap.

Every so often he stops to caress and squeeze.
I gasp with delight and beg him, please…
This man that I love knows what I need,
But still he loves to hear me plead.

Caressing and spanking, fills his needs as well,
When I look in his eyes its easy to tell
He delights in the color he brings to my skin
Such pleasure and delight could not be a sin.

I know I will feel both paddle and strap.
Oh I pray to hear that leather snap.
And after he spanks and its over and done.
He’ll cool the fire that burns like the sun.

I’ve done nothing wrong and neither has he.
This is the way we want life to be.
I can’t imagine not being spanked
Or making sure he has been thanked.

Its part of the way we express our love
I love his iron hand in a velvet glove.
So I pray the day will never come to be.
When I can’t find myself over his knee.

One of my Favorite Spanking/Erotic Artists

"Lynn Paula Russell is a talented eclectic artist. She has been an actress and a dancer, has executed large composite images of various West End plays and musicals, smaller composites of important television plays and scenes for American television, and painted quad posters of Hollywood stars. She has explored the strange world of fetishistic art, illustrating a number of magazines - she has, indeed, been the editor of one magazine for the past nine years - and has produced several illustrated stories for French adult 'Bandes Desinees' magazines. Two other drawn novels have been issued as separate books there. She has even illustrated children's books written by her husband Frank Charles.She paints in oils and water colours, but often prefers drawing in ink or pencil for the resulting sharpness. Several collectors have commissioned sets of drawings from her, including paintings inspired by The Story of O and the Kama Sutra. She has also been commissioned to execute a number of bookplates. Her work was exhibited at the Larmes d'Eros gallery in Paris and in a number of group shows in London galleries, and she has appeared in several discussion programmes on television in London and New York.

Serious and dedicated as an artist, she is also a humorous, fun-loving introvert who paradoxically, can transform herself into a grandiose exhibitionist. This little book reproduces a variety of her pictures, forages into a dark fantasy world of perfumed eroticism strictly regimented, clad and unclad, by strange rules and stranger images; look closely at them, for many of its heroines are the artist herself, projected into her own, and other people's, often unavowed dreams."Victor Arwas - Art HistorianForword to 'The Illustrative Art of Lynn Paula Russell'

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Lynn is also known as Paula Meadows and creates wonderful spanking art. Some of her work is very erotic as well, and she also creates work that is much more BDSM themed. I do love her work. Its well worth taking a look at and enjoying. I think she is right up there with Patty's Gallery.

Sunday Afternoon Fiction M/f

Caryn looked up from her book and watched Alexander as he turned the pages of the Sunday paper. Just watching him made her long for his touch. The house was filled with the peace of a weekend afternoon. Their usual weekly schedule was quite hectic as they both had very demanding jobs. It was just a pleasure to have the time to sit and watch him as he read the paper thoroughly as was his habit.

The two of them were very comfortable with the Sunday silence. They had lived together for five years. Two years ago they had exchanged rings in a civil marriage ceremony but two years prior to that Alexander had put his collar around Caryn’s neck with her loving and enthusiastic consent. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, a double strand of crystals that fit as a choker. Alex had bought her other collars that she could wear as she pleased but she seldom took off the one he had put around her neck in the short ceremony surrounded by their friends in the D/S lifestyle.

Since they knew each other and what was expected of each of them so completely there were seldom disagreements about what and what was not acceptable behavior. Caryn’s behavior was usually exemplary and when she strayed Alex was sure to let his displeasure be known on her backside.

But lately Caryn had not slipped at all. She had received a raise at work after a project she had headed was extremely well received. Alexander had taken her out for a celebratory dinner that was truly beautiful and extremely elegant. They had made love that night slowly and with great emotion in their candlelit bedroom. She sighed quietly thinking of their lazy, unhurried loving touches that night.

The newspaper rattled breaking her reverie. Once again she looked up and so longed for his special touch. The one that woke up her soul and every nerve ending. She wanted to be spanked, but not for an infraction of the rules. Oh no she wanted Alex to spank her the way that brought them both the most pleasure. Didn’t matter what they called it….sensual, erotic, Just Because the simple truth was that they both loved and enjoyed every moment. It was a part of their intimate connection, and brought them closer together reinforcing their deep feelings for one another.

Caryn knew Alex had been overwhelmed at his law office lately and somewhat distracted when he was at home. She had tried to provide a soothing environment for him as he always did for her when she was stressed. But Caryn could no longer deny the need she felt. She marked the place in her book and put it to the side. Putting her head back against the chair she pictured in her mind what she longed for. Being over his lap bottom bared as he alternately spanked and caressed her backside with his firm strong hand. Knowing it would lead to a session in the bedroom where her mind would be lost to the rhythm of his strap and her soul lost to the pleasure that came with the pain. As her mind wandered she caught her breath sharply.

“Caryn?” came a voice from across the room. “Are you alright.” She opened her eyes; Alexander was looking at her with concern. She stood, her loose black skirt swirling around her knees and walked across the room. She touched his shoulder gently, kissed his forehead and looked at him lovingly. “Yes my dear I am fine. Can I get you anything? More coffee?”

Alex looked at her thoughtfully and spoke softly, “Yes Caryn you can get me you.” He recognized the look in her eyes and it wakened the longing inside of him. He put the newspaper aside. He took Caryn’s hand in his and kissed it gently. “I think we need this, my dear, just because. I have not been very attentive lately. We have both missed what we need and I am sure want.

Caryn could feel the fluttering in her stomach that always occurred when she knew spanking was imminent. Alex gently pulled her wrist, guiding her over his lap. He adjusted her so her bottom was perfectly placed up high. He caressed her leg as he pushed the material of her skirt up over her rounded white bottom. Since he insisted she wear no panties at home there was no further impediment. He leaned down close to her ear and spoke softly, “Caryn, I am going to spank you right now. I am going to watch your lovely backside turn a lovely dark pink.” As he spoke he caressed both cheeks of her bottom lovingly. She could feel the excitement mounting within her. Her legs spread slightly, she knew this was what Alexander expected and wanted. She breathed heavily waiting for the signal that he would begin.

She did not have to wait long. His hand lifted, she held her breath…..a rain of firm but gently spanks landed on each side of her bottom. They warmed the skin but provided no real sting. She wiggled impatiently on his lap. Alex smiled but would not be rushed; this was such pleasure for both of them.

The next time his hand rose it landed with a resounding smack and Caryn gasped. Now each spank was much harder and there was a pause between each. He spanked very thoroughly moving from side to side and up and down. He paused throughout the spanking to caress her reddened globes and occasionally ran his hand between her legs feeling the warm wet excitement he had awakened.

He could feel Caryn gripping his leg, hear her ragged breath and felt her body limp over his lap as she absorbed the pain and allowed it to become her pleasure. Both lost count of how many times his hand rose, fell, and caressed. Caryn was moaning in pleasure and need.

“My dear,” he spoke firmly but kindly. “You are to go to the bedroom, remove your clothing and lay over the pillows.” One sharp smack followed this pronouncement.

“Yes Alex,” Caryn’s voice was husky and soft. She stood on shaky legs and went to the bedroom. Alexander listened as he heard the rustle of clothing being removed, pillows being placed, and the sound of Caryn arranging herself over the pillows. Only then did he go to the bedroom He knew she wanted to see him approach. He walked to the bed; Caryn’s eyes followed his every moment. Without a word he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled the sleeves up. He locked eyes with Caryn as he unbuckled his belt and slowly drew it out of the belt loops. Caryn’s eyes were wide and she whimpered slightly in both need and anticipation. She could feel the moisture between her legs beginning to flow and her nipples were hard at the thought of the strap that would soon begin its rhythmic descent on her buttocks. She buried her face in her hands on the pillow and started to get lost in sensation.

Alexander knelt on the bed with one knee and placed on hand in the small of Caryn’s back. He could feel his own excitement growing as he gazed at the lovely red image her backside presented. He let the belt run softly over the skin of her bottom and down between her spread legs. “Caryn I so love you and I so love spanking your gorgeous bottom.” Without another word he raised the strap and brought it down with a crisp smack. A quick indrawn breath let him know the intensity was right. He began strapping her with a rhythm unbroken by caresses or words. He strapped up and down the skin of her bottom leaving light red lines on the already red skin.

Caryn began moaning in her total pleasure. “Alex”, she gasped, “Oh Alex……” Her legs spread further apart. He could see her obvious excitement and he could barely contain himself.

The strap was tossed aside and he quickly smoothed oil over her punished skin. This brought forth louder moans as his fingers touched and teased between her legs. Caryn laid over the pillows her insides beginning to quake in excitement.

Alex quickly removed his clothing rolled Caryn off the pillows and back onto her stomach. She arched up to him and he entered her, the warmth and wetness easing his way. His hands reached around to massage her breasts and roll the nipples between his fingers. They were hard and her sharp gasps let him know they were tender.

His thrusts were hard and became faster and more intense. Caryn met every thrust with that marvelous red backside. When he could no longer control it, he grabbed her waist, held her close and filled her as unimaginable pleasure flooded his body.

As she felt his hot fluid fill her, Caryn cam e hard and strong, the muscles inside her were pulsing around him. She collapsed on the bed, and felt tears of joy fill her eyes. Alexander laid over her kissing her neck and murmuring into her ear.

He turned her over and she winced gently as the sore tingling skin made contact with the sheets. Alex brushed the hair from her face and whispered, “I love you.” Her eyes told him all he needed to know.

They snuggled close and he reached behind her to massage her glowing cheeks. She purred in contentment, loving the lingering sting. Drowsiness soon overcame them both and they fell asleep, enjoying a lovely Sunday nap for no other reason than Just Because.

Ever Have a Birthday Spanking?

Yesterday was my birthday and I decided to take a day off of blogging. Now in all my 55, oops, 56 years I have never gotten a birthday spanking. However, I am going to get one next week. I can hardly wait!

So my question for anyone reading this post is 1. Have you ever had or given a birthday spanking, and 2. What makes a birthday spanking different?

I mean do you get to eat cake while you are being spanked? Does the spanker sing Happy Birthday to you? Is the implement being used gift wrapped? Do you get to choose anything about the spanking because its your birthday? And if you are a Top do you get spanked or do you spank someone else in your honor?

Oh yes I am looking forward to it but he has told me he loses count a lot. Hmm wonder how often he will lose count on his way up to 56.

So anyone with any birthday spanking experience please let me know what I might expect.

All comments would be greatly appreciated!

Turning The Tables or Switches That Don't Grow on Trees

Yes I am a switch. I am actually a bottom switch which means my preference is to be spanked but I also am willing, able, and enjoy spanking naughty male bottoms. My partner is a bottom switch also although he is more top than he realizes. That's ok we all learn as we go along in life.

Now when I started this journey I never imagined myself with a man over my knee. It never even occured to me. But I had a friend ask if I would spank him. My first thought was, NO WAY, but then I remembered how it feels to have this need with no friendly hand or paddle in view. Secondly I am a pretty good actress and can play a role. And most importantly I had been a teacher for 28 years. I understood being dominant. No, I never laid a hand on a child nor would I. All I ever needed to do was look over my glasses and say in my best teacher voice, "Excuse me are you making an appropriate choice?" Come to think of it that works pretty well with guys who are bottoms or switches.

So I wore very Toppy looking clothing and talked quietly but firmly. He understood exactly what I was going to do and how I would expect him to behave. I must admit I used some of the ideas from men who had spanked me. The only thing I would not do and will not ever do is spank in anger, or be harsh or mean spirited. I also promise anyone I spank that I will not cause them physical harm. If they want something that breaks the skin they have to find themselves another girl.

I have never had a man climb up off my lap unsatisfied with his experience. And, interestingly enough, I have found this to be a pleasurable experience for me. Yes, I like spanking an adorable male bottom. Now don't get me wrong, I would rather be the one over the knee but I now understand and empathize with that need.

So my partner and I turn tables on one another. We are each held accountable which also adds an interesting dimension to our relationship. However, we never have had an arguement over who gets spanked first, last, or in between. Its not about keeping score.

But just so you understand this is real I will describe the last spanking I gave him. I started out with a handspanking to warm him up. I did enjoy watching his bum turn pink. However I did inform him I was not going to wear out my poor hand. Next he got paddled while over my knee and also got a very nice hairbrush spanking as well. By now his bottom was an absolutely glorious shade of red and you could feel the warmth coming off.

I stood him up in front of me and gave him a kiss and a hug, then lectured him on the next part of his spanking and why he was getting it. Now you must understand that both of us find spanking a turn on whether giving or getting. So I laid him over two pillows on the bed. His protests were getting very noisy I must admit but that is allowed. It is a spanking after all.

We discussed the problem and he got a number of swats with our wonderful wooden bathbrush. And then the final part, I was determined to get him to the point where he understood how wonderful he was and would quit putting himself down. So I used the small, lexan cane we have and with each of the five strokes he had to proclaim how wonderful he was. He did a very good job I must say, of speaking with volume and enthusiasm. And, of course, there was aftercare. Lots of loving, soothing, caring treatment as I have come to expect from him. I am a stickler on the subject of aftercare.

Now for us we also do not delay gratification and love making is part of our lifestyle after spanking. It is amazing and glorious.

So my friends that is how a submissive bottom becomes a submissive, bottom, switch. May not make sense to anyone else but it certainly works for us.

Soul on Fire Fiction-M/f

A Soul On Fire

She rubbed her foot as she stared out the window. Her entire foot
throbbed and her broken toe was an alarming shade of purple. She
sighed deeply and stared out the window.

There was really nothing to look at outside, it was eleven o'clock
and pitch black outside. The street her house faced onto had very
little lighting at night. Which was one reason her husband, Edward,
did not want her walking alone at night. This had been a point of
contention between them for quite awhile. And though Edward was
usually the most easygoing and understanding of men, when it came to
her safety he became totally unyielding in his viewpoint. And once a
decision was made, ignoring that decision would assure that her
ability to sit would be hampered for a day or two. And in fact she
was facing that very fate tonight.

Earlier in the evening, Cindy, an aspiring poet and author had
received the news by email that her first poem had been accepted for
publication. She could scarcely believe it, a dream come true. She
immediately called Edward at work.

"Oh baby", she exclaimed, "you won't believe this, the magazine
accepted my poem, it will be in the next issue."

On his end Edward smiled broadly, he could feel the excitement coming
through the phone. He wasn't surprised at the news. He considered
Cindy a very talented writer and wordsmith. He also knew that this
acceptance meant validation for her. "Hey sweetie, best news I can
imagine but you know I am really not shocked. Delighted yes but not
shocked. You are not only my beautiful lady but my talented lady as
well."

Cindy blushed, "Oh you, what do you know, you're in love with me."
And he heard her giggle that he so loved.

"Young lady are you questioning my taste in poetry? Hmmm we'll have
to see about that." And he laughed as well. "Hey babe got to get back
to work, I'll see you later and how about we celebrate this tomorrow
night?"

Cindy's excitement suddenly sank, "Tomorrow night? Why not tonight?
Oh Edward don't tell me you have to work late again." She stomped her
foot hard and winced. This wasn't fair, it was big news and she
wanted to go out tonight.

Edward sighed as he heard the petulant tone in her voice. His wife
was a strong, smart, creative lady. She was one of the kindest and
most thoughtful people it had ever been his good fortune to meet.
But, very rarely, when things did not go her way, a monstrous brat
emerged that never failed to shock him. He was afraid the killer brat
would be encouraged by her disappointment to make an appearance this
evening. God, he hoped he could head that off. In light of her
wonderful news he didn't want it to be marred by that side of her
personality.

"Babe, I have to work tonight, no choice, you know if I could come
home this very minute I would. But sweetie I do promise that I will
wake you up when I get home and I will most certainly think of some
ways we can celebrate right then and there. And tomorrow night how
about we go to Milo's?" He hoped the promise of his undivided
attention later and her favorite restaurant tomorrow would mollify
her tonight. No such luck.

"Fine," she snapped, "I will celebrate all by myself then." She could
here the tone of her own voice and really didn't like it, a huge part
of her knew that Edward did not deserve this treatment, but that
nasty little brat was nagging away inside her.

Edward, continued on in a very patient but increasingly stern
voice, "Cynthia you will not do anything foolish. I promise we will
celebrate your amazing accomplishment when I get home and tomorrow.
But sweetheart, published or not if you go off half cocked, I will
have to deal with that when I get home instead of sharing champagne
and lots of love." He sighed deeply, God he loved this woman, so much
that it scared him at times. And he would be damned if anyone would
hurt her including herself.

"Fine Edward, now, as I am telling you the best news in a long time,
you are busy threatening me with a spanking instead of celebrating.
How sweet." She got angrier and teary eyed as she began to feel sorry
for herself.

"My love I have to go, I will be home around 11:30. Please don't be
angry, you know I am not doing this on purpose. And please oh please
don't do anything foolish. And Cynthia," his voice intensified,"NO
chocolate, none, under any circumstances, " As he heard her very
impatient "FINE" and the phone firmly hung up, she would never slam
the phone is his ear, he let out a sigh. He would certainly bring the
champagne home with him but he had a feeling he would be toasting
something else entirely.

Cindy paced the living room stomping from end to end like an angry
two year old. She didn't particularly like acting or feeling this way
but DAMN she wanted to celebrate and it just wasn't FAIR that he had
to work tonight.

The reasonable woman within murmured soothing words about how it was
important at times, to give him the support he needed in keeping to
his career track as well. He certainly supported her in the efforts
she made without complaint. But if the smoke billowing out of her
ears was any indication reason was losing to self interest.

As she stomped around, not looking where she was going she kicked her
foot at the floor fan. It never occurred to her how hard a metal
stand would be. As her foot made contact she gasped in pain and fell
to the floor. There was a sudden burning throbbing agony in her left
foot. When she looked she was aghast to find that her two toes were
already swelling and turning an ugly shade of purple. "Now look what
he made me do," she murmured angrily as she sat rocking and holding
her foot.

She was pretty sure she had broken her toe but called the hospital ER
for advice. They urged her to come in for an Xray, the break could be
in the small bones of the foot, but Madame Stubborn was here for a
stay and she refused. Finally the nurse suggested, with a sigh,
taping the toes together. If they were broken that is all they would
do at the hospital anyway. However she did give one last try at
getting Cindy to come in at least tomorrow for an Xray. Cindy
grudgingly agreed and then hung up the phone.

She held her poor foot and cried. God she was frustrated. This had
started out being one of the happiest nights of her life and now it
was turning out to be the worst. She almost called Edward again, oh
she needed the comfort only he could provide, but he would insist on
a trip to the ER right now and no arguing. So she just limped to the
bathroom and got the tape. Before she did anything she grabbed an ice
pack from the freezer and sat on the couch while she iced the foot.
Oh God did she need a piece of chocolate, actually 100 was more like
it. Chocolate was her solace and stress reliever, but it had the
unfortunate habit of doing unpleasant things to her body so Edward
and she had decided long ago that this would be forbidden and subject
to punishment.

Well too bad he wasn't home to make sure she followed the rules now
wasn't it she thought with some satisfaction. She began to search the
cupboards hobbling on her sore foot as her chocolate safari went on
for some time. Nothing, not one candy bar, not one bag of chocolate
chips....OH GOD life was unfair. She plopped down on the sofa and
reapplied the ice. Gazing out the window she noticed the summer night
was now completely covered in darkness. No trace of light remained.

However, the scheming brat remained and she suddenly crossed a line
and made a decision she was going to regret....oh would she ever, but
that thought never entered her mind. "I'll just go to the store and
get some...right now." Never mind that it was pitch black out and the
store was seven blocks away. Never mind that her car was in the shop,
Edward was at work and there was no transportation except walking.
Never mind that her toes and foot were turning more purple by the
minute. Ha, she wanted chocolate, that was how she would celebrate
her success.

She knew she would never get a shoe on her foot so she put on her
flip flops completely forgetting the nurse's instructions to tape her
toes.

She stomped out of the house wincing at each determined step.
However, the longer she walked the madder she got and soon the pain
was furthest from her mind. When she got to the store she picked up a
bag of Hershey's Kisses and a large chocolate almond bar. The kisses
could make up for those Edward wasn't around to bestow because he was
working. At the cash register the cashier looked at her purchases and
said sympathetically, "Rough night huh?". At that Cindy looked up
astonished and burst into laughter. "Yeah you could say that", she
smiled and limped away. Outside the store she tore into the bag of
kisses but was still giggling at the cashier's remark. Her anger was
draining away and her normal sweet good humored self was making a
comeback. She began to limp towards home feeling the throbbing in her
foot with every step.

Suddenly she stopped....Edward. ...what would he have to say about
this. Oh was she in trouble, real trouble, not just the "Cindy I am
so disappointed in you trouble", but rather the "Young lady go to our
room, we are going to discuss this now", trouble.

As she limped home trying to think and plan her way out of the
spanking she surely knew was coming, she stopped as her brain
schemed. Well now certainly he would recognize that she had hurt her
foot badly and, after all, wasn't that punishment enough. Hmmm worth
some thought.

Now while both Cindy and Edward enjoyed the sensual aspects of
spanking, she really did not enjoy getting a punishment spanking in
any way. First of all, Edward was always so incredibly reasonable
that if he insisted on this she knew she deserved it and right now
she was incredibly ashamed of the way she had behaved towards him on
the phone and her ridiculous behavior since then throughout the
evening. Sighing deeply, knowing what was in store she limped the
rest of the way home munching chocolate figuring since she was going
to have a burning bottom anyway, it might as well be worth it.

By the time she reached home her head and stomach were aching from
the chocolate, her toes were throbbing in three quarter time and her
heart was thumping away thinking of the consequence to come.

So here she was watching out the window for her wonderful husband
whom she loved more than anyone or anything in the world and who was
going to paddle her backside until it exploded into flames when he
realized what she had done tonight.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car pulling into the
driveway and suddenly she was a very remorseful sinner indeed. So
were the 10,000 butterflies living in her stomach.

Edward's key turned in the lock and there he was, all 6 feet of him
with a bottle of champagne and her favorite purple irises. As he
handed her the flowers, tears ran down her face. "Hey now sweetie,
congratulations are in order, no tears," he reached down to put his
arms round her and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

He pulled back slightly and looked at her with slight
suspicion, "Cindy why do you taste like chocolate?" She looked at him
wide eyed and pleading. He sighed inwardly but remained
insistent. "OK get it over with and tell me now. Don't make me yank
it out of you."

He stood back up and then noticed his wife's purple foot. "Dear God
what happened to you, how did you do this to your poor foot." He sat
down, chocolate forgotten and deep concern written in every line on
his face.

Cindy buried her head in her hands. Oh she felt guilty. What had she
been thinking of. Well the truth was she wasn't thinking, she was
having a tantrum. She faced the ugly truth of this, lifted her tear
stained face and told Edward the whole story. His look went from
incredulous to unbelieving, to incredibly stern.

"Cynthia, let me get all this straight, I am still a little bit in
shock. I could not come home when you wanted because I had to work,
so you had a temper fit, kicked the fan, broke your toe, refused to
go to get treatment, did not do what the nurse told you, walked seven
blocks in the dark alone to get chocolate which you then proceeded to
eat. Have I left anything out?" He crossed his arms over his chest
and stood over her. She suddenly felt very small.

"No you left nothing out," she whispered. OK she had to give it one
try, "But Edward," she began.

He held up his hand, "Don't bother, there are absolutely no excuses
for any of this young lady and you know that well." He sat down next
to her. "Now let me see that foot." As he gently examined it she
winced and gasped. "Well right now it looks as if it is the two toes
but tomorrow I WILL be taking you to the Dr. to be sure." He took the
tape off the table. Gently and slowly he wound the tape around the
toes holding them together lending support and helping to ease the
throbbing.

Without another word he lifted his now quietly weeping wife in his
arms and carried her gently into the bedroom setting her gently on
the bed. "Cynthia", he began and oh she recognized that tone. "We
will now discuss this evening's events." He unbuttoned his shirt
sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow. Cindy tried hard to swallow
the lump in her throat. As he reached down he unsnapped his wife's
jeans. He pushed her shoulders back until she lay on the bed. He
firmly pulled off her jeans and panties. He motioned to her to sit
up and she automatically removed her blouse and bra. Punishment
meant no clothes. As he opened the dresser drawer she dreaded panic
began to grip her.

"Edward, honey, don't you think the foot is punishment enough, it
really really hurts."

He looked back at her, "I am sure it does and I want to make sure you
never do such stupid unthinking things again just because you can't
have your own way. This is so unlike you Cynthia and so beneath you
as a woman of great intelligence. " She realized in her sinking
stomach that this lecturing tone signaled the beginning of what she
had been dreading. "Now I am not going to make you do any corner time
tonight because of your foot, but I do believe I can get my point
across without it. I am very disappointed in the choices you made,
hurting yourself, making yourself ill and taking dangerous risks. I
won't have it and you know that. I love you too much to stand by and
watch this occur." His face looked sad and serious, "We haven't had
to do this for a long time and I hate that it has to be tonight after
your great news and such an amazing accomplishment but, my dear, you
have no one to blame but yourself."

With those words he sat down on the bed, pulled Cindy easily over his
lap. He paused briefly to let the realization set in and then began
spanking her bare bottom with his hand. He spanked hard and rapidly
repeating the words of his lecture..... Young lady, smack
smack....you will never, smack...eat chocolate, many smacks.....go
off in the middle of the night alone, smack smack...ever,
smack...again. .....As he stopped talking he let his hand talk for
him. Cindy felt her backside burning as his hand moved steadily over
every single inch of it. Her eyes which had been previously filled
with tears now began weeping in earnest.

And as disappointed as Edward was in her behavior, he could not help
but be moved by the sight of his wife's lovely derriere which had
gone from pristine white to red fairly quickly.

"OH please stop I do promise, never never again, I am sooooo sorry,
really" the last words were delivered in a voice steadily raising in
pitch. The spanking stopped abruptly and Cindy breathed a sigh of
relief. She could not help squirming, her bottom was on fire. And as
always a spanking from Edward started embers in so many parts of her
body. Before she had time for a second sigh of relief Edward gently
but firmly trapped her legs under his left leg. Oh God he wasn't done.

"I am doing this so you won't kick, that might hurt your foot
further", she had a moment to consider the ridiculous notion that he
was going to much further hurt her backside but was worried about her
foot. And she had forgotten to notice what he had pulled out of the
dresser drawer. It was soon evident. She felt cool wood resting on
her very inflamed bottom and realized the paddling she had been
dreading was about to begin.

"My love I hope you never make me do this again, it gives me no
pleasure, I assure you," and with that he spoke no more. The paddle
lifted and fell with an explosive blast on her reddened skin. She
screamed aloud but it had no effect on what was coming and what she
knew was due her. The paddle rose and fell rapidly from side to side
and then concentrating on the very tender area between her bottom and
thighs. She sobbed and howled until she was hoarse and finally just
lay over her husband's lap crying incoherently. Then it
stopped....She heard Edward sigh and she knew how much he hated doing
this. "Oh baby, why do you do these ridiculous things when you get
mad, I worry so when you hurt yourself. Cindy it hurts me to see you
ill or in pain." She wept softly as he gently massaged her swollen
red bottom. He laid her on her stomach and reached for the jar of
aloe vera lotion. He soothed the burning slightly and ensured he
checked her skin as he applied the lotion.
Then he stretched out next to her on the bed. He held her very close
to him and rubbed her back, "Shhhhh baby, its all over now". He
crooned to her as he would a child. "Its over and you are forgiven. I
wish you had not forced me to do this but Cindy I won't watch you
hurt yourself, not ever my love." He smoothed her hair and then
kissed her forehead and cheek.

"Oh God Edward I am so sorry, you have no idea, I was sorry before I
even got home from the store. I don't know where this brat in me
comes from."

He smiled gently at her, "Now you do know that even though the brat
can't get away with her antics I love her as well, she is part of you
and so she is just as loved, just not as tolerated. And remind that
brat that if she had stayed home tonight this could have been a very
different and more enjoyable spanking for both of us."

Cindy buried her head in his neck, "Edward, thank you, what would I
ever do without you. No one has ever cared about me the way you do. I
love you so and I always will. Thank you for caring for and about me."

"Shhhh all over now baby, I know you love me, I do, lets get ready
for bed. Tomorrow we celebrate my own little poet laureate."

He stood up, went to the dresser and got out her pink nightshirt. She
lay on the bed as he took off the rest of her clothes, slipped the
nightshirt over her head and helped her under the covers. She winced
as the sheet made contact with her throbbing bottom.

He crawled into bed next to her,"And I took the day off tomorrow so
we can celebrate in style my dear. Of course it will be a little on
the sore side for you when we go to dinner. We could always wait for
another day," he looked at her questioningly.

She cuddled as close as she could to him, "Nope I'll pay the price
for my behavior, besides it will make great sense memories for a new
poem."

She loved the sound of his huge laugh, "Oh really and what will this
one be called."

"A Burning in the Bottom of her Soul", she grinned wickedly.
Edward pulled her close with a another booming laugh. He gently
continued rubbing her burning bottom, "God I love you, what a woman."

And later that night he also soothed the burning in her soul as well.