A Needed Dose of Care and Love

I knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time. This morning when I spoke with my "older brother" he was delighted to hear that I was feeling much better and my temperature was back to normal. He then asked what I was wearing. Well since I work at home and no one is hear but my furry companions I often hang around the house in a warm robe, sweats, or my flannel pants and t shirts. Today I had on a long caftan. Well, his immediate response was, "Let's lose that young lady."

My mind tried to remember if I had done anything deserving of punishment. No way, I had been to ill to be bad for at least a week and a half. Immediately I asked if I was going to be spanked and the answer was what I had suspected all along....yes.

One thing I noticed today that I have never paid attention to before was the change in my voice. I don't do age regression with anyone who spanks me but today I realized my voice gets smaller and softer when I ask if I am being spanked.

He did tell me I was not being punished but this was strictly for therapy reasons. Then he said it has been too long, you need this and I had to agree. I did need that demonstration of love and care that a spanking of this type has come to mean to me.

So over the phone he "cuddled me" and had me rub my bottom gently. Then he had me start off with soft spanks of the hairbrush interspersed with continued rubbing both on my bottom and in more sensitive areas as well. His voice is always very loving, even if it is punishment. But he was so very sweet to me this morning that I felt totally cared for even over the phone.

Under his direction the spanks increased in intensity so that I started crying softly and then harder. It was a release I needed very much and once again, there was always the inevitable soft voice telling me to rub my bottom with the brush, let my hand stroke myself.

During spankings he always tells me he knows there is a naughty girl inside that needs this so much. He doesn't treat me like a little girl but he is right, she does live within me. She so needed the spanking and then being held in his arms afterward (I do have quite an imagination).

I don't know exactly how many spanks with the brush I got, somewhere in the neighborhood of about 100 which included the very soft ones in the beginning. But by the end my bottom was red and is still tender.

You may think that it isn't possible to imagine someone holding you tight and cuddling you over the phone. Well, in that case let me remind you of a scene in the movie Miracle on 34th Street, the original one. Kris Kringle explains to Susan, a very wary little girl who does not believe in anything that is not real, that the imagination does exist. He says, "You have heard of the French nation and the (can't remember) nation. Well this is the imagi-nation." So that is how it works for me, I spend a good deal of time in the imagi-nation between spanking and writing.

My brother was right, as he always is, I sooooo needed that spanking. I felt loved, cared about, got some tears out, and have a lovely sensitive bottom right now.

You know, that nation isn't a bad one to visit. And the best part is.....you don't even have to register for a passport.

Teaching Tim-F/m spanking fiction

Teaching Tim

The coffee shop was fairly quiet for a Friday afternoon. Tim sat alone in a booth and looked at his watch yet again. Only one minute had passed. Damn the time was moving slowly.

He had arrived early for his appointment, hoping to really make a good first impression on the person he was meeting. But it looked as though she was going to be right on time, if not a few minutes late. He drummed his nails on the table, wondering again what he had gotten himself into.

The mission Tim was on had started several months ago. He was intensely interested in spanking, especially if he was the one on the receiving end. There was also a need in his life for discipline and order so the spanking he was seeking was not purely recreational. Towards this end he had browsed various sites and chatted with women but found most wanted to be spanked and not spank him. While he didn’t mind giving the occasional spanking, he much preferred being on the other side of the lap. He found it exciting, stimulating, and intensely erotic. At the age of 28 he really hadn’t had many spankings except the ones he received as a kid, but he certainly felt the need to have more. Besides that, he wasn’t at all proud of some of his behavior lately. Tasks around the house were ignored until they simply had to be done, and then were usually done late at night when he finally got around to it. Some of this was carrying over into his work life as well and that was completely unacceptable. He was in a position of responsibility and, he was, after all, a grown man. Then why wasn’t he acting like one?

He had run into Samantha online about three months earlier. They had chatted pleasantly at first after establishing they were both spankos. Tim had sighed to himself as Samantha explained she was a sub, but his spirits rose as she also explained she did spank male friends who requested she do so. As they chatted he explained his dilemma and what he thought could help him solve it. Unfortunately they lived about 180 miles apart. Although Samantha was sympathetic, she often found herself in similar situations, that were an awfully long trip to give someone a spanking. Tim then suggested something he had already experienced, getting a phone spanking. He explained that he would self spank according to her directions.

There was a long moment of silence and then Samantha stated quietly that, yes that could work. But only under certain conditions. Without Tim asking she listed them for him. He would have to agree to be totally open and honest with her about whatever behavior issues they were dealing with. She would not play twenty questions, he would need to confess. All decisions were hers to make once they agreed to the terms. There would be no hedging, no complaints about unfairness or the agreement would come to an end.

Tim didn’t quite know how to respond, he wanted this but he hardly knew this woman. Sensing his confusion, Samantha suggested they talk a bit more about themselves. Tim had already told Samantha a good deal and she reciprocated. He found out that she was much older than he was. In fact she was twice his age. She was a teacher and had a grown son about Tim’s age.

Suddenly things seemed to be much clearer in his mind. He really liked the idea of being spanked by an older woman. First of all chances are that she would know what she was doing, secondly, it would have more of a disciplinary aspect to it. He agreed to her terms. She asked him if he was really sure about this. And to his surprise he really was and wanted it right now.

Samantha laughed and said, “No not tonight, you need time to think this over but we will set 10:30 on Thursday night for your first session. They exchanged phone numbers and Tim agreed to let Samantha call him.

Then her voice changed. There was no mean or harsh tone to it, just a sternness that had not been there before. “Very well young man, you have told me some of the problems you have been having. So here are the behaviors you are accountable for. First of all there is to be no procrastinating unless you are truly ill or there is a family emergency. Your house will be in order and your projects at work will be completed on time. Secondly, you are welcome to go out with friends on the weekends but if you stay out late enough and drink enough that you cannot meet your goals the next day you will get spanked for that. Is that clear?”

Tim heard himself quietly stating, “Yes ma’am.”

Again that stern voice, “Thursday evening you have your hairbrush and have two pillows in the middle of your bed. And once again I expect total truth.”

Again his quiet, “Yes ma’am.”

“Alright then I will speak to you on Thursday night but we can chat online during the next couple of nights if you like, especially if any questions come up.” She wished him a good night, told him to behave himself and then signed off.

It was hard falling asleep that night wondering how Thursday would go. Over the phone spankings were usually ok but left him wanting more and always wishing there was someone there to hold and caress him.

So for the next few days Tim tried to do what he was supposed to but the bad habits were so ingrained. Laundry was piled everywhere and housework just was left undone. He fell behind on several projects at work because of not focusing his attention where it needed to be.

In the evenings when he chatted with Samantha the conversations were usually friendly and she answered any questions about spanking that he asked. He wasn’t sure how she could give him aftercare over the phone but she assured him she most certainly could and would.
Finally Thursday came just when he had doubted it ever would. At 10:30 the phone rang and true to her word it was Samantha. The stern tone was back. Tim gulped as he listened. “Well young man, you have told me a little about how the week went; now I expect to her the rest before we go any further.”

Tim thought for a minute, “Well I am sort of behind on a few things.”

“There is no sort of behind Tim, you either are or you aren’t.”

“Well it’s not that bad”, he said optimistically.

“I will be the judge of that, please tell me exactly what you are talking about.”

“Well, I have fallen behind on a couple of work projects, and I really haven’t had the time to get my laundry done. But I tried to; really, I just didn’t have the time.”

Samantha’s voice continued in a measured stern tone, “That is pretty close to a lie. There is no trying, either you do it or you don’t. When you set priorities you make time for what needs to be accomplished whether at work or at home. What do you suppose will happen if this behavior continues at work?”

With a somewhat dry mouth Tim answered, “Well I guess I could lose my job, but I always catch up in time. And I am really good at what I do.”

In a softer tone Samantha continued, “I have no doubt you are very good at what you do, but that won’t help if this procrastination doesn’t stop. And a man your age should not have dirty laundry all over his house. That is totally unacceptable.”

Tim gulped, “Well it’s not all over the house, I mean it’s just in the bathroom and bedroom….and I guess some in the living room.”

There was a short silence. “Tim you have broken the agreement we set, isn’t that true?”

“Yes but not a lot”, his mind raced for excuses.

“The amount really doesn’t matter, the actions do. Do you understand what you deserve for this behavior?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he responded, “I deserve to be spanked.” And in spite of the attempt to get out of it, when he finally said it out loud he realized he not only needed it but oh how he wanted it.

Samantha’s voice took on an authoritarian air, “Yes and that is what is about to happen, right now. Do you have your hairbrush and the pillows over your bed?”

Tim felt a small tremble in his stomach. “Yes Ma’am”.
“Very well, you need to remove your clothes and lay down over the pillows with your bottom up as high as you can get it.”

Tim did as instructed. He had been spanked over the phone this way before but somehow this felt different and he wasn’t sure why. He waited for his instructions.

“Young man, I am so disappointed that you have broken our agreement in a way that can jeopardize your job. And that you care so little for how you live that laundry is just thrown down and ignored. Now I am expecting you to follow every direction I give and make every spank count. If they are not hard enough I expect you to tell me so they can be repeated. Is all that understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now you will start with 25 smacks of that hairbrush hard on the center of each cheek. All in a row, not side to side and about 2 seconds between each one. I will be listening and I will want to hear good solid smacks.”

Tim put the phone down on his bed and turned slightly to one side so he could reach more easily. He smacked his bottom as hard as he could. God it stung! Twenty five times and that was only half way. He took a deep breath and started on the next side. For some reason this hurt even worse than the first twenty five. Man was he glad this was almost over.

It was as though Samantha read his mind. When he picked up the phone and told her he had followed her directions her comment was, “You know we have just begun, don’t you?” The next comment, “They sounded solid, were they hard enough?”

“Yes they really sting, they were hard enough.” Tim reached back to rub just as he heard Samantha say, “No rubbing, not yet.”

“Now young man I want you to deliver 25 solid spanks right in the center of your bottom, on the same spot each time, hard and fast.”

Tim groaned, this was going to burn like hell. He put the phone down and began the twenty five hairbrush smacks. One of top of another in a really sensitive spot. His bottom began to burn and sting. He could feel the warmth of it radiating from his skin.

He picked up the phone once more. “Ok Ma’am, I did as you told me.”

Samantha’s voice was soft but intense, “How does it feel Tim?”

He looked at the phone in disbelief, “It hurts, and it stings.”

“Good, then we are getting somewhere. Now you will spank yourself 25 times at the crease of each thigh where it meets your bottom. These are easier to reach and should good and hard. All in a row, not from side to side.”

He picked up the hairbrush reluctantly and began to spank as hard as he could where directed. As the brush made contact he gasped a bit at the sting. This was the worst spot yet. But as he continued he felt the excitement that had been growing since Samantha had called him. It stung like crazy and he was pretty sure it was getting really red, but it was also causing the same reaction he always got when he was spanked, totally turned on.

As he finished he picked up the phone, “I did as you said Ma’am.”

Samantha’s voice was softer, “That’s very good my dear, and how does it feel?”

Tim reached back and touched his very well warmed bottom, “It stings, really it does.”

“Excellent, then you have done just what I asked. Do you think you learned your lesson this evening Tim? Are you ready to make a more substantial commitment to keeping to deadlines and getting your work done?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I will, at least I will try.”

There was a soft laugh at the other end of the phone. “No there is no trying, you either do it or you don’t. And if you don’t you know what to expect don’t you. But for now your slate is clean. I want you to feel me next to you hugging you and gently rubbing lotion on your backside. Can you feel that Tim.”

It was hard to believe but he actually could. He picked up the bottle of lotion by his bed and rubbed some on himself to make the sensation more real. God he was excited.

Samantha’s soft voice continued talking to him, about rubbing his back, rubbing his legs, and how he had done such a very good job tonight. He closed his eyes and his hand reached down to touch himself. Her voice was everywhere. His bottom was stinging but the sensation was exquisite. Before he could stop, talk, or do anything else his brain cleared and he exploded. He gasped into the phone. Tim could practically hear Samantha smiling; she certainly knew what had happened. “See my dear, I told you aftercare was essential no matter where or how you are spanked. Now experience tells me that you are probably more than a little tired by now. And you have work tomorrow. Sleep well; remember the rules and we will talk again soon. But also remember Tim, each time you break the rules the spanking will be more severe.”

They said good night, Tim hung up the phone, and moved the pillows back where they belonged. Oh man that was more than he expected. But he also found himself wanting more. If he could get a spanking like that over the phone, it would have to be so much better in person.
Samantha and Tim had several more phone sessions and each time he expressed his desire to be spanked in person. She kept reminding him of the distance between them and the doubts she had that he really would be happy with an in person meeting. “Remember I am twice your age, on the phone is one thing, but seeing me in person is quite another.”

Tim always disagreed, “Why do you always bring up your age? I don’t care; in fact I like the idea of being spanked by a more mature woman.”

Then at long last during one phone conversation Tim got what he wanted. “Well my dear, I am coming up to your neck of the woods to visit family. If we can work it out I will be happy to spank you, whether it is for discipline or for being really good. That part is up to you.”

The first word burst out of his mouth, “When? When will you be here?”

Samantha laughed and told him of her plans. They talked for a long time figuring out where to meet and here he was waiting in this damn coffee shop for what seemed like forever.

Tim had seen a picture of Samantha so he knew when she walked in the door. She was an older, somewhat attractive woman. And he was so glad to see a smile on her face. She walked right up to his table and held out her hand, “Well Tim, we finally meet.” Her voice was friendly and warm.

They shook hands and she sat down across from him, putting the big canvas tote she was carrying on the seat next to her. “So how are you, its good to finally meet you in person. The picture I saw of you was so far away it was hard to know what you looked like but you are a very nice looking man.”

“Tthanks,” he stammered slightly. “It’s so good to meet you too…finally.” Samantha looked at him very carefully wondering how ready he was for all this. Being a sub/switch, she knew how intense a spanking could get both physically and emotionally. Some people, though, they felt the need were nowhere near prepared for it. They craved it, that was for sure, but it was very different over the phone and in person.

Samantha ordered a cup of coffee and started talking to Tim about all the aspects of his life, his thoughts, anything she could to get a better sense than she had gotten over the phone. Finally she got to the point, “Tim before I ask the next question, are you sure you want to go through with this? Once we get to your apartment and the door shuts the decision is out of your hands.”

Suddenly Tim was much calmer than he had been all morning, “Yes I am very sure. I have no doubts about this at all.”

“Very well then”, and Samantha took on a serious demeanor. She spoke very softly and intensely even though no one was seated near them. “So Tim, how has your behavior been since your last discipline spanking? And please no hedging, no I tried, none of that, just total honesty.”

Tim took a swallow of coffee, “Well, it hasn’t been terrible but it hasn’t been great either.” At the look on Samantha’s face he started again. “What I meant to say is I have broken some of the rules. I have been late with three projects at work, and I finally got my place really picked up last night because I knew you were coming. But”, he said hopefully, “I haven’t stayed out late drinking even one night.”

Samantha looked at him thoughtfully, “Well I guess we both know that it is a discipline spanking then.” She looked at Tim’s crestfallen face, “One rule that isn’t broken does not fix two broken ones and you already knew that before you told me.” The look on his face confirmed what she had said. “I think Tim we had better get going.” She slid out of the booth, took her bag and waited for him. Tim put the money for their coffee on the table and stood to walk Samantha to the door. They walked in silence. He had told her that he lived very close to the coffee shop so it would just be a short walk.

As he opened the coffee shop door he offered to take her bag for her, it looked kind of bulky. “Thanks Tim, it is a little heavy,” she handed it to him.

“Wow, you aren’t kidding, what do you have in here, bricks?”

“No not bricks, just implements I might need for a very naughty boy.”

Tim almost lost his voice, “Oh”, was all he could think of to say. He looked over at Samantha walking next to him. She was so short, for some reason she sounded taller over the phone. Actually she didn’t really look like she could spank anyone very effectively. He was sure this was going to be one big disappointment. Besides he often wondered if being older meant she wouldn’t be strong enough to really make a difference in the strength of spanking a younger man.

Samantha looked at him silently and smiled to herself, she knew what was going through that busy brain. He had questioned her many times about her spanking abilities. Well, there was no substitute for experience and he was about to have that. They had reached his building

Time unlocked the door to his apartment and stood aside to let Samantha enter first. She carefully looked over the very clean and nicely furnished apartment. “Oh Tim this is really lovely, a very nice place.”

“Thanks Samantha” and he went to put down the bag.

“No my dear, the bag goes in the bedroom and from this point on, its Ma’am.”

The bag was lugged into the bedroom and Samantha followed Tim. “Can I get you anything”, he offered putting the bag down next to the bed.

“No Tim, nothing at all”, suddenly the stern, quiet voice he knew from the phone was there. “I think its time we take care of business.” She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. For some reason Tim had not noticed until that point that she was dressed all in black. She wore simple black knit dress, black stockings with seams up the back, and black patent heels. Her auburn hair was layered and lay in waves near her face. She looked extremely serious.

Samantha immediately took charge. “Tim, please take off your slacks right now.”

At this point Tim was both so excited and somewhat worried that he could think of nothing but obeying her. “Yes Ma’am.” And he did as she asked. He folded his slacks and laid them on the bed and stood in front of Samantha.

She opened her bag and began removing the contents to lie on the bed next to her. Tim watched in somewhat horrified fascination as she removed a hairbrush, a wicked looking bath brush, a leather strap, a thin wooden paddle, a riding crop, and a small thin clear plastic cane. She smiled slightly, “You never know what you are going to need. Now my dear let me explain a few things. First of all I expect complete obedience. Arguing will only get you a longer spanking. Secondly you may wiggle, squirm and kick your legs, however if you try to get away from me, I will put you in the corner and paddle you red. And that won’t count towards your real spanking. Since this is not a first offense it will be a more severe spanking than I have been able to give you over the phone. And, Tim, there is no safe word. If something is wrong other than with your backside you just tell me. I will know when you have had enough. Now is there anything you have to say for yourself before we begin?”

Tim clutched his hands together in front of him. Suddenly he felt like a very naughty boy caught by his mother. “Yes, Ma’am... I am really sorry for not obeying and, and well I need to know something else.”

Samantha looked up at him, “Yes Tim?”

His voice became hushed, “When I get spanked I get, well, excited, I can’t help it. Is that going to be upsetting for you?”

Samantha looked at him in perfect understanding, “No I won’t be the least bit upset, it’s perfectly normal.” She uncrossed her legs. “And now young man, over my lap right now.”

The authority in her voice brooked no refusal. He lay down over her lap. Once again he wondered if such a little person could give an effective spanking. He didn’t have to wonder long. “Tim I am going to start spanking you with my hand to warm up your bottom, then I will take down your briefs. From this point on you may beg, plead, whatever you like, all decisions are mine.” At that point and before he could utter Yes Ma’am her hand began its descent. She smacked hard and rapidly from one side to the other. While it stung it wasn’t really anything Tim couldn’t handle and again he had his doubts about her abilities. She spanked with her hand for 2 or 3 minutes, stopped and hooked her finger in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. Suddenly things changed. He felt so exposed. His briefs were pulled down to his knees. She briefly rubbed both cheeks. “Yes nice and pink, just perfect.”

Tim felt a slight shudder run through his body at her touch. The spanking then began again on his bare skin. Smack! Her hand landed flat across the middle of his bottom again and again. “Shit” this stung. “Hey, hey that really hurts”.

Samantha spoke calmly as she continued spanking, “Yes you are right spankings hurt. Tim I am spanking you for your continued problems especially with procrastination at work. That is nothing (smack) to (smack) be fooling (smack) around with.” He winced at each crack of her hand.

She stopped momentarily and the next sensation was a cool piece of wood moving in circles on his bottom. “Today I hope this has an effect on your behavior so next time I don’t have to punish you.” With that he felt the wood lift and the next time he felt it, there was nothing cool about it. It came smacking down hard on the center of each cheek over and over. The stinging pain was unbelievably intense.

Over and over it descended on his bare skin, “Owwwww hey isn’t that enough?” God why did he ever question this woman’s ability to spank. His feet kicked without his even realizing it. “Pleasee I won’t break any more rules, I promise.” Anything to stop that paddle.

Samantha stopped and rubbed her hand over his skin. She could feel the heat but knew they were certainly not done. Tim shivered as her hand rubbed over the punished area. Oh good, she was finished. “Tim stand up please.” He reached for his briefs. “No you leave them where they are.”

“But, I am nearly naked.” And he watched in silent shock as Samantha took the pillows from the head of his bed and place them in the middle nearest to her. “Lay down over those with your bottom up high” she smacked him soundly, “Right now.”

“Yyyes Ma’am,” She wasn’t done, what the hell was she going to do now. Since he was on the bed he could see all her tools of the trade and almost got up when he saw her pick up the bath brush. Samantha put her hand in the middle of his back and pushed him gently down.

“Now you don’t want to be paddled in the corner do you?”

“Nnnno, no way, “Tim wanted to be sure he was understood. He gritted his teeth and waited. Samantha ran the bath brush, bristle side down over his bottom. It stung but felt good too. In fact he could feel his excitement rising. How the hell could he be excited when it hurt this much.

“Spread your legs Tim,” Samantha spoke sternly. “Right now and no arguing.”

Tim could feel rebellion within him but no way did he want more of that paddle while standing in the corner. He slowly spread his legs apart. God he felt vulnerable. Everything was visible to her. He laid his head down on his hands.

Samantha noted this, checked his backside once more. “Tim I am going to spank you with the bath brush on your bottom and at the tops of your thighs. I do believe you will agree to do a much better job at work on your projects. I also believe this will give you a day or two for remembering the lesson.” With that she lifted the bath brush and he knew he wasn’t going to feel the bristles this time. The first smack made him yelp even though he tried to hold it back. She spanked ten times in a row on each side of his bottom. The spanks were hard and had about two seconds between them.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight; no spanking had ever hurt like this. He felt her pulling up the right side of his bottom exposing the crease between it and his thigh. He grabbed the bedspread knowing what was coming. CRACK! The bath brush landed on the most sensitive spot of his bottom. “OHHh NOOO please stopppp”, he couldn’t help himself but it had no effect on Samantha whatsoever. Ten times the bath brush landed until she moved to the other side and repeated the performance. By that point each spank almost took Tim’s breath away. Finally she stopped.

Softly she spoke to him, “So young man, have you learned your lesson? You certainly have a well spanked bottom.”

“Oh God yes Ma’am, I have truly I have.” Although now that she had stopped and was rubbing the punished skin of his bottom with her hand, the pain was becoming somewhat exquisite in its intensity. Why the hell did he always get turned on by this or even want it. He knew he was in for a day or two of sitting very carefully but he could not deny she had given him exactly what he needed and wanted.

He felt her sit down on the bed next to him and there was the soft voice her remembered from the phone spankings. “Now then Tim, you have a clean slate”, she rubbed his back, “and all is forgiven.” The rubbing was in circular motions and then he felt coolness on his bottom. She began rubbing in a soothing lotion. It stung for a moment and then felt incredibly good. “There now you are my good boy aren’t you?” He felt his excitement growing by the moment. Samantha paid no attention and continued her care of his bruised backside. She leaned over him and gave him a warm hug, whispering in his ear, “I expect much better behavior from you from this point on young man.”

The whisper was more than he could take with all the rubbing and caressing. His body exploded and he went limp over the pillows. “You alright Tim”, Samantha asked in her soothing voice.
“Yes Ma’am”, he replied exhausted and totally relaxed.

She laughed softly, “Punishment is over my dear, you can call me Samantha now. In fact if I ever get a chance to give you that Good behavior spanking you can call me Samantha throughout.”

Tim turned and looked at her. A Good Behavior spanking? “Hey Samantha what’s the difference. I mean this hurt like hell but was pretty amazing.” He rubbed his backside and winced. “I honestly didn’t think you had it in you. I was wrong, that’s for sure. But what could you possibly do to make it better than this.

Samantha looked at him with a big smile, “Why Tim, to find out you will have to behave yourself won’t you.”

He rolled his eyes and she patted his backside gently, “Believe me my dear it will be worth the effort.”

Tim thought for a moment. Damned if he didn’t believe her.

Amatuer or Pro?

I had a very interesting conversation with a friend about spanking. It was a spanko friend and we were discussing our favorite subject. This friend is aware of my feelings about being a switch but not a Domme in any way. We also discussed my willingness to spank my female friend. At this point my friend offered the opinion that I could make a very good living charging for spanking men and/or women. After a moment of shocked silence I burst into laughter. I assure you this thought had never entered my mind.

No matter how much I needed to be spanked I can't imagine paying someone to do it. I am not criticizing people who choose to make their living this way or those who are comfortable seeking out this kind of spanking experience. Its just not me. I have to feel a connection to the person spanking me or the person I am spanking. At the party I did politely refuse any gentleman that I wasn't truly comfortable talking to and getting to know. And that was for play. I can't imagine going to a stranger that I paid to discipline me.

So I am asking your opinion. How do you feel about the topic of professional spankers? Could you imagine yourself either doing that or seeking it out? Curious minds want to know....actually I am just interested in how others react to this considering my initial reaction.

Of course the fantasy of a Spanking Salon is a lovely one. Different rooms for different tastes and inclinations. But in my mind it is a fantasy, not one I would ever want to try in real life.

Although it certainly would be a more interesting and lucrative job than my current part time internet job. And for sure it would pay more than my writing or my disability income. Hmmm maybe this deserves more thought. (Big Wicked Grins)

Switching and More

I realized recently that I never posted about my experiences with not only switching to being a spanker as well as a spankee, but providing disciplinary spanking for a female friend. Despite the rather whimsical picture, I don't spank her for play and I doubt that I would. But I have disciplined her in real life and long distance as well.

To be honest I was doubtful about my ability to do this effectively at first. After all she was used to being spanked by men, she had been disciplined and was accountable to one of the men I was. I knew what his spankings were like first hand. Could I do an effective job?

We decided to leave the spanking for the last day of the party so it would not ruin any of the party for her. As I have said before, I cannot do the "harsh" spanking thing nor do I want any part of that when I am spanked. However, what she had done really called for a serious spanking. Its not important to tell exactly what she had done but I did take my responsibility very seriously. So before I ever got to the party I had been really thinking about what I would do.

I had decided, and she knew before hand, that I would ask her to remove her clothing. There was no sexual reason for this but to add to her vulnerability. She stood before me and told me what she had done and that she certainly deserved this. Now we did have one other complication. The day before she had hurt herself and I, in fact, was questioning even spanking her at all. I am not a torturer. But she had recovered enough by the morning. But one plan had to be changed. Initially I was going to restrain her arms and legs to help her hold a position, she has difficulty doing this when being spanked hard. But due to what had happened to her I could not justify putting any restraint on her.

After we discussed what had happened and I had told her why this was so dangerous and so deserving of punishment, I had her lay face down on the bed for the first part of the spanking. I am not much of an advocate of deciding how many spanks with each implement I am giving ahead of time. I believe it should be judged by the person's body language and the condition of the skin you are punishing.

I used several implements but wanted to be sure I did not leave bruising. I do remember her telling me after the first few that I spanked harder than our mutual mentor. I stayed next to her and talked to her throughout, made sure she kept focused on why this was happening, and switched implements from time to time making sure her backside was very well punished. When I felt her bottom had enough I had her turn over. For very specific reasons I also was going to give her a frontal spanking. I used my hand for this, I wanted to make sure there were no injuries. At this point I also sat where I could make sure the injury she had remained still and didn't get jerked around as she responded to being spanked. So we improvised but it worked.

There was also a point in the beginning of the spanking when I used Ben Gay inside her bottom and I knew she still felt the ache from that.

When all was finished I hugged her and I do know she understands that I care about her very much as a friend. To be honest at this point she is much more a treasured part of my self created family.

I made sure she got the kind of aftercare that is essential after a serious spanking including rubbing the right type of lotion on her skin.

Since that time I have punished her over the phone by having her self administer spankings. It makes me feel very good to know I can help her with certain issues. I also get the kick out of helping her with classes she is taking, makes me feel so good to be in teacher mode again.

I also want to point out that even though she does not punish me she is more than willing to be there for me as a friend. She is always there with advice and care. Our friendship has deepened throughout this experience. My "older brother" tells me it is my maternal instincts that lead me to be comfortable disciplining others with love and care. I am assuming it is true. Part of it is also that I know how I feel when I need to be spanked for something I have done or not done. I need it even if at the moment it is happening I am not thrilled. So it is a privilege to have someone trust me to do the same for them.

Now does this mean I don't want to play? OH NO WAY! In fact it was pointed out to me recently that the number of discipline spankings I get has gone way down. Which tells me it works, at least for me. I also hope it is working for my dear friend.

But play, good girl, sensual, and therapeutic spankings will always be there and part of my life. I wouldn't give it up for anything. I don't have to be bad to get what feels so good. Neither does my wonderful friend. And I did feel very good, she said later I had given her a sound spanking and she felt that she would not repeat the error again. What more could a maternal woman ask for?

Shop em and Drop em- conclusion

Laura stood at the door open mouthed as Rob marched next door bag in hand. She couldn't stand waiting to find out what would happen so she rushed after him arriving breathlessly at Liane and Allen's door as he did.

Rob rang the bell and looked at Laura sternly, "I think, young lady, that I will do the talking." Just as he finished speaking Allen opened the door. He smiled in greeting until he saw the thundercloud look on Rob's face and the desperate look on Lauras.

"Hey is everything alright you two, no one is hurt or anything," his concern was evident.

Rob took a deep breath and thrust the bag into Allen's hands. He explained the situation simply and briefly. Allen's good natured expression darkened as he called out Liane's name. Laura could feel her stomach fluttering and her palms sweating. She was completely torn about what to do. With her voice quavering she spoke softly to her husband, "Um Rob could I talk to you in private?" Rob turned to look at her just as Liane came up to the doorway.

"Oh hi there," she smiled disarmingly at Rob and Laura. But her smile faltered when she saw the bag in Allen's hands and the look on Allen's face. She immediately turned to Laura with a look of utter disbelief on her face. Laura shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Liane turned to Allen knowing there was no way out.

Allen turned back to Rob and Laura, "I think you two better come in so we can settle this." Rob took Laura firmly by the arm and led her into the living room, following Allen who had Liane in tow. "Alright ladies I suggest you both sit down on that couch now", Allen spoke in a firm, no nonsense tone. The look on Rob's face and his arms folded over his chest also brooked no argument. Liane and Laura dropped down on the couch at almost the same moment.

Opening the bag Allen pulled out the sexy red panties, garter belt and bra, quickly followed by the long lavender gown. Rob looked from one woman to another, "Alright who do these belong to."

Liane immediately spoke up, "Those are mine, I bought them today. Allen I wanted to surprise you so I asked Laura to keep them at her house for me." Laura breathed out a sigh of relief.

Allen put all the items back in the bag. "Liane I told you that there was no extra spending this month with all the money we have budgeted for the holidays. What in the world made you think this was an acceptable idea. You didn't even discuss it with me. Well I can tell you one thing, all this goes back to the store tomorrow and you won't be sitting comfortably in the car either."

Looking at Allen with a slight desperate gaze Liane confessed, "Honey none of that can be returned, I bought it on sale. I thought you would love seeing me in them."

Laura tugged on Rob's shirt, "Honey don't you think we should go home."

The look on Rob's face turned thoughtful, "Laura I am giving you one chance to be totally honest. Does any of this belong to you? Did you buy anything at the store after I specifically told you not to? Is Liane covering for you?"

"Well, no none of that is mine, those are the things Liane bought." She hesitated as she looked at Allen and Rob and then at Liane. Liane shook her head indicating Laura should stick to her deception. But Laura had reached the end of the line, so to speak. "What I bought is hidden in our house." She dropped her head into her hands, she was so ashamed of herself.

"I see", Rob said quietly. He drew Allen to the side, spoke to him briefly and after Allen nodded in agreement spoke again, still quietly, "Go back to the house, get what you bought and bring it right back here Laura."

Laura sighed deeply, "Yes Rob", she returned to the house and withdrew her bag from the hiding place in the guest closet. When she returned to Allen and Liane's house she was shocked to find Liane in the lavender nightgown.

Rob held out his hand for Laura's bag, and looked inside. "Very pretty my dear, now you can take this lovely gown into the bathroom and change into it with nothing underneath."

"Can't we do this at home?" she asked pleadingly. Looking at Liane she could see on her face that there was no hope of that at all. Without waiting for an answer she went into the downstairs powder room and changed into the gown, putting all her clothes into the bag. When she emerged nervously from the bathroom, Allen and Rob were both standing in front of the couch where Liane sat with her head bowed. Oh are we in trouble, thought Laura. Both men were standing with their belts in their hands. Laura gasped, she had thought maybe a hairbrush but a punishment strapping?

Rob looked at Laura and pointed at the couch. She sat down quickly, thinking to herself it would be awhile before she sat comfortably for awhile. "You are both in a great deal of trouble for several reasons," Rob began.

"For one thing", Allen continued, "You both went out shopping after being told that both of our budgets could not handle additional purchases right now."

"And if that isn't enough you both plotted and lied together to keep this from both of us. Well since you schemed together you can be spanked together." Rob smacked his belt against his palm. Allen nodded in agreement. "Now ladies, stand up, turn around, pull those lovely gowns up over your bottoms, bend over, put your hands on the couch."

"Oh honey, you know I am sorry, I just so wanted to wear something pretty for you," Laura's eyes filled with tears.

"Yes but you are just a little too late with those feelings and after all you are wearing your pretty gown, aren't you"?

Allen also added, "Can either of you honestly say you don't deserve what you are about to get."

Laura and Liane looked at each other, neither one interested in telling any more lies. They both pulled their gowns up to their waists and bent over, grabbing onto the couch cushions. Liane whispered to Laura, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen."

A quiet reassuring whisper from Laura, "I know, I brought this on myself, its not your fault."

Both women felt the straps brush against their backsides as their husbands prepared to lay on the first spanks. They were not only dreading the burning bottom, but each was so embarrassed to be exposed in front of a man that was not her husband.

Allen and Rob stood to the side of their wife, place a hand on her back, looked at each other, nodded and raised their arm for the first strap mark.

The women heard the swish before they felt the burn of the strap biting their tender skin. Both gasped in unison. Their could gauge their husband's ire by the feel of the strap. Before they had much time to think the straps began to rise and fall in rhythm as a lecture was interspersed.

"You are never to lie to us at any time is that clear," Rob said firmly.

Both voices wailed at once, "Yes oh yes". The strapping continued with enthusiasm.

"When you are told not to spend money you will not deceive us and go behind our back, is that clear", stated Allen.

This time there were many promises to never ever do it again, apologies issued forth as the straps continued punishing bright red bottoms. Tears feel freely and there were many pleas for mercy. However, both men were determined to teach an unforgetable lesson.

After approximately ten more swats, the girls had lost count long ago, both straps stopped in unison. All that could be heard was sobbing and sniffling as both women held their position waiting for permission to stand up.

Rob spoke first, "Ok Laura come here." She stood up, turned around and went into his arms sobbing on his shoulder. He rubbed her back, "I think we need to discuss this at home, don't you have something to say to Allen?"

Laura lifted her head, looked at Allen and wiped her eyes. "Allen I am truly sorry for drawing Liane into this and helping her try to hide what she bought."

Allen smiled at her, "Ok Laura, I can forgive that, we are all friends, just don't let it happen again."

Before Allen spoke again Liane spoke to Rob, "I also apologize for encouraging Laura to disobey you Rob." Liane also was forgiven with a smile from Rob and she turned back to be hugged by her husband who was also smoothing her hair as she cried.

Rob and Laura quietly left for their own home. When they got inside, Laura burst into tears anew. Rob walked her quietly into their bedroom. He laid down on the bed with her, drawing her tightly against him. "Shhh now Laura, you know all is forgiven and I know you won't forget this for awhile. I am afraid that was a pretty energetic strapping you won't soon forget sweetie."

She lifted her tear stained face to his, "I deserved it, I am truly sorry. I don't know why I did such a thing after you said not to and I certainly knew we had lots of holiday expenses coming up."

"Just remember love I don't refuse you things to be mean. Besides," and he smiled at her,"you are right, this is beautiful on you. I almost gave a thought to not punishing you."

"A good thought," Laura responded gingerly rubbing her well punished bottom.

Rob laughed and had Laura turn on her stomach. He pulled up her gown and poured some lotion from the bottle on the nightstand onto his hand. Slowly and gently he began rubbing the lotion onto well punished skin that was certainly not going to be only red but would be bruised. As he rubbed her bottom, Laura began to softly moan. Her legs spread slightly and he let his hand wander between them. As he thought, his sweet wife was overcoming the effects of her punishment mindset. For that matter so was he. Spanking Laura never failed to turn him on.

He stood next to the bed and began to take off his clothes. Laura turned on her side to watch him. Her tears had stopped and she looked at her husband with longing. She began to tug up her gown to take it off.

Rob leaned over and stayed her hand. "Oh no you don't young lady, that looks great on you and as long as its already here I intend to enjoy it. Good Lord you look sexy. You certainly paid the price for it, at the store and on your backside. You and Liane shopped for em, you dropped your pants for em, at least you should get some pleasure from them."

Laura smiled and sighed in satisfaction, Rob was always as good as his word and she knew she was forgiven. She might not be sitting for a day or two but lots of things could be done without sitting down. She intended to get full value for the sore bottom and the lovely gown.

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Hope you are all satisfied with the ending and thanks for all the comments and inspiration!

Amazing How Accurate It Is

Your Lucky Underwear is Purple

Dreamy and idealistic, you envision great things for your life. Your lucky purple underwear can make those dreams come true!You're a busy little butterfly. You have the most projects, interests, and friends of anyone you know. You also have a flair for the dramatic. Sometimes too much drama comes in to your life and brings things to a stop.If you want to focus more, and flutter less, put on your purple underpants. They'll help you get the important things done.

http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/">What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

Purple is most certainly my lucky and most favorite color so this quiz is right on target!! Part 3 on the continuing story tomorrow!! Hmm wonder what Laura is up to at the store.

Shop em and Drop em Part 3

Laura and Liane had a marvelous time at the store. The sale was even better than they had expected. And since they has gotten an early start the selection was still fantastic. Half the fun was trying on all the lovely garments. Both of them giggled as they rummaged through their full dressing rooms.

Up until the last moment Laura really believed she would obey Rob and just have some fun trying on the delicious items. But then she came on the very best one. It was a short purple and black print that opened on the sides and was held with black velvet ties. It was half the usual price and Laura absolutely knew Rob would love the way she looked in it. As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, Liane tapped on the door. Laura opened it part way so Liane could see what she was wearing, "Wow girlfriend, that is gorgeous. Oh don't tell me you are passing that up. Listen just hide it away and wait until after Christmas when Rob okays a little bit of shopping and tell him you picked it up then. Laura was truly torn. She hated telling lies to Rob but this was too good to pass up. Oh she should have stayed home that was for sure.

She looked at the armload Liane was holding. Her eyes opened wide. "Are you buying all that?"

"Oh you bet I am, this red set will be perfect for Christmas night and I do love this lavender gown. I'll meet you at the checkout counter." Looking at the uncertainty in Laura's eyes she smiled wickedly, "Cmon now don't be a chicken....In fact I dare you to buy it."

Laura burst out laughing, "Oh all right, I know the perfect hiding place, he'll never find it and I know he will absolutely love it when he sees it."

Both women checked out and headed for the car. Neither one wanted to be late getting home. Liane was also feeling a need to secret away her purchase until a more convenient time to break the news about her lovely attire.

As soon as Laura got home she headed upstairs to the guest bedroom. It was where she always put the gifts she bought for Rob. In the closet there was an upper shelf that couldn't be seen unless you stood on a stool. It was totally hidden in the darker part of the upper closet. She pushed the shopping bag with her gown all the way to the back next to a few Christmas presents she had already bought. When she finished she put the stool away and went downstairs for something to drink. She was sweating and very nervous. Suddenly she was really sorry she had gone shopping. Telling a lie was one thing but hanging on to your story for weeks was quite another. As she sat at the table she took out her checkbook to subtract her purchase. Instead of listing the store's name she simply put the initials. Not that Rob ever looked in her checkbook, he usually just asked for her balance so he could reconcile their joint account.

As she got up to start dinner she wondered why in the world she let herself get in messes like this. After all his request this morning had been more than reasonable. They did have lots of holiday purchases and she really didn't need a new gown. But the naughty voice in her other ear spoke up, "Now you didn't really buy that for yourself, you bought it for Rob, he is the one who will get pleasure out of it." Hmpf, Laura thought to herself, that is so true. It was a purely unselfish decision. She continued making dinner.

When Rob got home she met him at the door with a hug and kiss, she didn't make it too enthusiastic, she wanted him to think she was still disappointed about not being able to go shopping. Rob hugged her back and asked how her day was. Laura shrugged, "Oh just the usual, I got some straightening done, then did some work on the project I have to have ready for next week." Rob said nothing more until they sat down for dinner. Laura had made one of his favorite dinners and he smiled warmly and thanked her.

As they were eating Rob casually dropped his bombshell. He had waited until this point to see if Laura would explain on her own. "Laura, where were you today. I tried calling three times and you never answered. Were you that mad at me that you wouldn't pick up the phone?"

Laura's fork hung in midair. She couldn't believe she had forgotten to check the answering machine. "Wwwelll I went out for a little while with Liane," she stuttered. "Sorry I forgot to mention it."

Rob studied Laura's face for a moment. He knew her so well and she might have well written guilty on her forehead in big black letters. "I see and what did you and Liane do?"

At that moment Laura knew she was in big trouble. Big, over the knee, spanking trouble. Now her decision was whether to try and brave it out or tell the truth. As she hesitated the front doorbell rang. Grateful for the reprieve she hurried to answer it. There stood Liane out of breath. "You've got to help me" she whispered hurriedly. Allen saw the ad for the store we went to and told me it was a good thing I hadn't been out shopping today. Laura he'll set my butt on fire if finds out what I did." She shoved her package in to Laura's hands. "Here you hide this for me". Before Laura could protest Liane had taken off for her own house.

Laura stood there openmouthed. She turned around and there was Rob. "Now what was that little scene all about." He took the bag from Laura's hands and looked through it. There was a very stern look on his face. "Laura are these yours?"

With a great deal of gratitude for being able to answer honestly Laura shook her head, "No these are Liane's, she bought them while we were out today."

Rob shook his head, "No way are we going to be party to her telling lies to Allen, you march right over there and give them back to her, this is her problem to deal with. And if I know Allen she will also be dealing with the business end of a hairbrush."

Laura stood speechless. Rob grabbed the bag impatiently, "Fine I will take it over there and then you and I will discuss helping Liane lie."

As Rob stomped off next door Laura didn't know what to do. Would Liane keep her secret or tell? And she knew Rob was already upset that she helped Liane lie. Oh what a mess. She had a feeling the butterflies in her stomach were an absolute beginning of what was going to be a very painful night.

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Oh yes there will be two very sore backsides before this is over tomorrow. The only question is the one about honor among thieves (or liars). Will Liane tell or not?

Where I Find Them

Several comments have been left asking where I find my pictures that I use on my posts. Well the truth of the matter is that I am the queen of Google. Truly I type in what I am looking for and generally can find a few things. But you have to take off the security mode or you won't find the kind of spanking pics you are looking for. The drawback is you will also find some pictures you would just as soon not see.

I have gotten good results with "spanking artwork" and "spanking graphics". You can also be more specific and ask for certain holiday spankings.

Have fun!

Shop em and Drop em Part 2

Rob left for the office after kissing Laura and hugging her tight. He knew she was disappointed and he hated saying no but there were times she was just unrealistic about how much money was available. Laura's return kiss had been less than extraordinary and he could see the thunderclouds gathering in her eyes.

He lifted Laura's chin gently. "Now listen to me Laura, I am serious about this. Don't turn this into a discipline situation. Neither one of us want that. And I expect you to act like an adult and not sit around pouting all day." He kissed her forehead, "I do love you sweetie."

As the door closed behind Rob, Laura stomped her foot and crossed her arms. There in front of her on the table was the newspaper ad with beautiful panties, stockings, and all manner of lingerie at unbelievable prices and she couldn't buy a thing. It had been so long since she had bought anything pretty that this just seemed narrow minded and unfair.

She couldn't see how childish her face looked as she went about straightening the kitchen. Her lips were in a full pout and her brow was furrowed. The back door opened and her next door neighbor Liane came in. "Well good grief Laura, who gave you lemon juice to drink?" Liane laughed at the look on her friend's usually smiling face. "Hey can I have a cup of coffee?"

Laura went to get a coffee for Liane who sat down at the kitchen table. As she waited she looked at the two page ad that had destroyed Laura's mood. "Wow what a sale. Hey give me that coffee, we have shopping to do." A coffee mug landed hard enough to splash slightly in front of Liane. She jumped slightly, "Hey girlfriend, what did I do?"

With a thump Laura sat down across from Liane and propped her chin on her hands. "Rob told me I can't go shopping, its too close to the holidays. I am going to miss the biggest sale of the year."

Liane sipped her coffee and smiled, "Well what Rob doesn't know won't hurt him. We just go shopping, buy a few things and you squirrel them away until after the holidays. Sort of like getting yourself a present. Why I think you deserve it. You work at home and outside the home. Give yourself a break."

Tipping her head to the said Laura's deep brown eyes became even darker as she considered the possibility. She didn't like telling her husband lies but after all she wouldn't be telling him anything. In fact if she pouted just a little bit during the evening he wouldn't suspect a thing. Not enough pouting to upset him or annoy him, just enough to let him know she had not gone shopping. She straightened in her chair forgetting everything but how much she wanted some new panties and maybe a really sexy nightgown. She never even gave thought to how she would ever be able to wear them even after the holiday. Where would Rob think they had come from? She smacked her hand on the table, "Now why didn't I think of that? Finish that coffee Liane, we have work to do."

The grin on Liane's face would have rivaled the Cheshire Cat. "I'm ready, let's go!"

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Ok friends what do you think will happen next?

1. Laura will stick to her plan and hide her purchases, but pout slightly to eliminate suspicion.

2. Laura will get to the store, think better of it and not buy anything.

3. Laura will buy something that she can't resist wearing for Rob and tries to find a reason she has a new gown.

4. Rob will find hidden treasure when he gets home from work.

5. Some other idea you may have.

Please leave comments and I will post the next part tomorrow. I don't know about anyone else but I am having fun.

Shop em and Drop em

Laura sat at the kitchen table finishing her morning coffee and her eyebrows drawn together in a frown. Her morning had started out with an arguement and, as usual, she had lost. There were wonderful specials listed at her favorite lingerie store and she was sure her husband, Rob, would agree that new lingerie was just what she needed. Her instinct was way off base. Rob had looked over his coffee at her and shook his head gently, "Honey we have to watch our money right now, its holiday time and I have seen the size of our shopping list. No, sweetie I am afraid its out of the question." He smiled wickedly, "Besides I like you better out of your lingerie."

Laura had not even smiled at the joke but she knew better than to turn it into a full fledged arguement. Those usually ended up very unpleasantly, at least for her.

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Alright tomorrow I will post the next part of the story. Please leave a comment telling me what you think Laura will do next.

1. Will she pout all day and then take it out on her husband
2. Will she go out shopping but think better of it and come home empty handed
3. Will she go out and buy something she thinks will knock her husband's socks off.
4. Some other plan I have not thought of.
After I read the comments I will write the next section. Help me decide what Laura will do.

Thanksgiving Sayings

Thanksgiving Wishes

Thanksgiving Wishes
There is nothing like Thanksgiving. A day to be grateful for all we have, for friends and family far and near. All that we have that makes our lives rich and worthwhile. So as we gobble turkey,eat heaps of stuffing, and pumpkin pie.
Don’t forget the most sacred of all Thanksgiving needs and desires.
Remember wooden spoons don’t just stir gravy.
Spatulas are not just for serving up pie
Bread boards have an impact on more than grains
And those Pilgrim black belts did more than hold up pants




Anyone reading this is sure to agree
That no Thanksgiving would be complete
Without someone having a well roasted seat
Now I hate to be selfish but as far as I can see
This year that someone ought to be me
So sweetie I promise wonderful treats galore
Just be sure to give me what I adore
Flip up my apron, choose your own toy
Let me know what happens if I am too coy
I’ll tease and I’ll brat, I promise to play
Just make sure my backside relishes the day.
I assure you its tradition, if not we can start one
The warmth and the tingle in each happy bun.
And the best part of all, in my happy way
I get to celebrate for more than one day.
While others eat leftovers turkey galore,
My bottom will be quite red and sore.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all
Especially to the one who answers this call!

Wow, guess who I am

You are Bettie Page

Girl next door with a wild streakYou're a famous beauty - with unique lookAnd the people like you are cultish about it

What Famous Pinup Are You?

The results of this quiz blew me away. First of all I think she is quite amazing and certainly well known in the spanko world. Just for the record I really look nothing like her but I feel pretty good about the results of this quiz. Now if I could just get spanked as often as she did.

Nonsensical Spanking Moments

Just thought I would throw out a few comments that often take place during spankings but really don't make much sense at all. Keep in mind I don't expect any of these to disappear in the near future, they are just too much a part of the tradition

• For example, the lovely lady with the dire threat that heads this post.I am going to whip you into shape.

Now how in the world is a whip going to change the shape of someone. More than likely it will whip you out of shape since you will since you will be ducking, dodging, or huddling on the ground in a ball trying to avoid the whip that is supposed to improve your shape

• Of course it hurts, spankings are supposed to hurt

Duh! We already know that. The only reason we yell it hurts is that if we yell what we may be thinking it will hurt a whole lot more.

• This will hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.

Ok I will get to this one when I stop laughing.

• I am speaking to you young (lady or man)

Now I am actually not complaining about this. I am 56 and when I am getting spanked is the only time anyone thinks I am young. But you must admit it is certainly a strange way to address someone my age.

• Come over here, we are having a discussion

Now in my opinion the spanker should be spanked for telling fibs. Somehow this never means the kind of discussion where people talk sensibly about a subject. This discussions is usually the spanker addressing your backside as he spanks it and you agree or admit to just about anything.

• Are you ever going to do this again?

Since this comment usually comes towards the end of the spanking what fool is going to say, "OH yes I plan to do it again next Friday, lets get it on the calendar."

• You need a good old fashioned spanking

Oh really and if it is old fashioned what is that lexan paddle doing in your hand.

• Do you deserve this spanking

Talk about a loaded question. Of course the expected answer is Yes Sir or Maam or just yes of course I do. Any other answer will keep the spanking going on even longer without even the chance to explain why you believe you don't deserve it.

• Is this what happens to bad girls/boys

Well evidently yes it is. Otherwise my butt would not be burning.

For the time being, these are the ones that have occured to me. But of course there is always the question, "Are you enjoying this?". Now depending on the situation I will gasp out one of two answers.

1. No, I swear I will never do it again

2. Oh God yes, harder, please

And please consider the fact that all this was written with a big grin on my face.

So Bad I'm Good

Oh he does love when I am bad. Although he insists on the word naughty. I personally don't care what he calls it as long as it gets the desired results. No, I am not talking about punishment. I am lucky enough to be in love with a man that loves to tease and be teased. And my teasing him gets me exactly what I want.

Oh the dire warnings about how I had better stop right now. Comments about what a very naughty young lady I am. Better stop now or you will be sorry.

Sorry, hmm. I don't think so. Now I am sure I won't be sorry. Don't get me wrong I look all wide eyed innocence as I protest that it was just a little harmless teasing. Its all part of the dance you know. And for this one he takes the lead.

I quiver with anticipation waiting to see where I will be, over what, spanked with what. My body also knows there will be a great deal of rubbing, caressing, touching in other more sensual ways with implements. I will be tormented until I can barely hold still. Horrible and delicious torment that I can hardly stand and never want to stop.

What is truly amazing is that a spanking of the intensity that would leave me in tears if given as punishment, has me gasping and moaning in delight when given as part of sensual play.

Of course I truly can't give out too many details at that point, since I am often lost to the moment at that point. My mind is not in punishment mindset, oh no, it is totally set to exquisite pleasure.

Yes, he is in control but I wouldn't want it any other way. And not only that, but a lovely tingle the next morning every time I sit down to remind me of what a wonderful night I had.

Hell yeah, I'm bad....and boy does it pay off!

After the Dust Settles

Well, as I talked about in my last blog I knew I would have to pay the price for the careless behavior I used concerning my finances. I appreciated the supportive comments and, yes, I wish they didn't have to be long distance spankings but I might have to wait months in that case. That's just a little too much anxiety. I mean I know a little is very effective but months worth...I would be crawling the walls, biting my nails, and probably getting myself into more trouble with that awful substance..chocolate.

So I got spanked last night and this morning. Both my partner and my "older brother" felt a need to let me know I was definitely in the wrong. I have to say that I never feel angry about getting spanked for discipline. Maybe its because they do it with so much love and care. But I never feel a grudge. In fact, other than the obvious pain in my posterior, I feel grateful, loved, and cared about. That's just me and that is the way I have always felt when someone cares enough to discipline me to help me do a better job of managing aspects of my life and getting rid of the guilt when I don't.

Unfortunately this is not the first time this problem has occured so the spanking was necessarily more severe. Actually both spankings were more severe. I was soundly paddled both last night and this morning. (And I do mean soundly). I had to apply Ben Gay so it felt like I was being spanked from the inside out. I was also strapped and had to use my small lexan cane on myself. If anyone thinks sitting is easy today, well you are not in this lifestyle.

But there is an upside to all this as there always is. I am always forgiven and reassured I am loved. Even though the hugs take place over the phone and/or computer they are so freely given. It gives me a chance to cry and purge those horrible guilty feelings. And both of these wonderful men then tell me we will go on to solve the problem, which they are willing to help me work out.

What more could I ask for? Love, care, understanding, help, discipline, and the understanding that they will always be there. It amazes me that this is the case. This is not what I experienced growing up. Yes, it is a big mess I made. Yes, it will take some time to clean up. But, no, I have not been deserted, there are loving, caring people on my side. Granted it was my backside last night and this morning but I did remember to thank them for that as well. No I am not crazy, I always thank those who demonstrate their love and care.

So to those of you who took time to write supportive comments, thank you as well. I do appreciate it. Real life is much better, but this is better than what I used to have.....nothing.

Wish This Was Fiction

Boy oh boy I wish this blog was a fictional story. But its not. My finances are screwed up again but good. At this point in my life I live on disability which is extremely difficult. Medicaid is supposed to pay for co pays my private insurance doesn't cover but they are not for some reason right now.

And, even though it was ill advised, I have loaned money to someone else who has not paid it back yet. However, regardless of this my bills must be paid as everyone's are. And I am not one to blame others for my mistakes. If I make a mess I clean it up and then pay the price. I have a feeling I am going to be paying an awfully big price for this one and it won't just be in bank charges.

Now you might think I am complaining about the punishment I know will be coming and I know I deserve. This is one of the issues I am accountable for. No, you won't hear any complaints from me about that. I deserve it, whatever it turns out to be.

Here is the hard part. I have to self administer this. I hate that. As far as I am concerned there is nothing worse than giving yourself the spanking you are told to give. It just isn't the same thing. Yes, I do it as best I can and I always end up with a very sore backside. Yes, I am always forgiven and reassured I am loved and cared about. But when I hang up the phone or get off the computer there is, ultimately, no one here. Well, the cats are here but, as much as I love them, its just not the same.

I don't know, maybe it is a better punishment for what I have done. Maybe having to do something that I hate so much is what I deserve. However, it sure doesn't feel like the better option. I need to see the look on his face before and after. I have a wonderful imagination and can imagine being hugged and held but its just not the same no matter how hard I work to make it feel real.

So once again I am in the financial lion's den and yes, I do deserve punishment, that is not in question at all. But oh I do wish it were in "real life". Letting yourself give into what you need is very difficult when you are the person administering it.

It does occur to me at these times, that this can be a difficult lifestyle to keep working. However, I intend to try no matter what. But right now I would like to crawl under the blankets and sleep for about a year.

With Love to Each and Every Vet

There are many veterans among my family and friends as well as my son's friends. So regardless of your political affiliations and beliefs I do hope you will take a moment today to think about those men and women who serve our country in the armed services. They deserve our respect and our pride in them as selfless human beings.

No, this is not a political forum and this has nothing to do with spanking but I do believe its important for all of us to let them know they are cared about and appreciated.

Being a former(and current hippie)I remember what happened to the Vets that came back from Viet Nam. We treated them shamefully and I certainly hope that never gets repeated again.

Blessings to each and every one now, in the past, and in the future. Thank you for all you do and the sacrifices you make.

A Lovely Side Effect

I consider this an appropriate smiley face for this particular blog. In fact I wish I had one of these.
I want to share one of the loveliest side effects of the recent party I attended. Now I certainly knew I would meet very fine people of like mind and belief. What I didn't realize is that friendships would form so quickly.
Truly I am delighted to tell you that I have been contacted by email, IM, and phone by those people who were just names on a post before and now I can't wait until I have a chance to see them again. An internet friend once told me that the reason we are all so open and share with each other is we know we will never meet. I didn't believe it then and I don't now.
And I am not just looking forward to spanking and being spanked (although that's pretty good too!!). I am looking forward to sitting down at a meal and talking, sitting at tables in the afternoon and discussing how our lives are progressing and how everyone's health is. I am looking forward to going to the pool and hot tub with other group members. Inotherwords I am looking forward to the pleasure of their company.
So for any of you considering a party don't rule it out for any reason. Even if you spank only with your partner. There are couples who attend parties that live this kind of lifestyle and attend parties to meet and greet old friends. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be with people who are of the same mindset as you are. Their lifestyle may not match yours exactly, but no one really judges anyone else. And if they do they find themselves without much company.
I really have nothing negative to say about it except the time was too short and went way too fast.

Where to find Part 2

Just a quick note. Because I wrote part 2 of Caryn and Alexander it posted in October. So it is right after part 1. I finished it tonight but didn't get the date changed. I believe it is October 17th. Sorry about that.

Corner Time-Bah Humbug!!

Now maybe cats are willing to put up with this but I think it is the silliest idea in the world. Yes, if I am ordered into the corner by someone I have agreed to have discipline me, I will go. But that will probably be the last time he disciplines me unless we can come to an agreement about this. I know I sound like a terrible submissive but I really believe that discipline is about caring and compassion. It is loving. You don't send someone you love away from you when they are being disciplined. I truly believe you hold them close and let them know how well loved they are.

I truly believe that a good lecture serves the purpose most give for pre spanking corner time. They tell you that it gives you time to comtemplate what you have done. Believe me when I am hearing that strict, quiet voice lecturing me and questioning me on my behavior I am totally focused on what I did. In fact, I usually start to tear up about this point.

As far as post spanking corner time goes, once you are spanked and forgiven, why would you need to be in a corner. Where you need to be is in some one's arms who gives a damn about you and what happens to you. No, its not always a sexual relationship, but there is nothing wrong with affection between a mentor and mentee.

Now, as a switch, I am no hypocrite, I don't put anyone in a corner except for two situations. One is if they tell me they really feel its an important part of the discipline mind set for them, then I give them time in the corner before spanking them. The other situation I have never had to use. Since I am 5'3" tall, the men I have disciplined have all been quite a bit taller than me. I always tell them WAY before the fact that if they try to get away or fight with me, they will find themselves in the corner being paddled. Of course that paddling would be in addition to any discipline they had coming. No one has ever pushed to see if I meant it.

The only other time I even consider corners is for scenes or role plays but that is for another post. Right now I have a story to finish for a very important person and the second part of Caryn and Alexander's evening adventure for all the important people here.

Never Again

I have spent a great deal of my adult life looking for love. And as the song says, in all the wrong places. The men I met were needy and I was sure I could make their lives better and fix everything that was wrong. I expended a tremendous amount of energy doing this. At the same time I was ignoring what was in need of repair in my life.
I have learned that you cannot fix anyone else. This is something they must be motivated to do on their own. You can be there to support and love them through difficult times, but, as much as you want to, you cannot make it "all better".
I also learned that I was looking for the other half of me. What I did not realize is that each of us is a complete person just the way we are. We are all beautiful, talented, and loveable for who we are. That fact escaped me for a long time. Now I understand that what I needed was a partner in life. Someone to share all of it, good and bad. I am fortunate enough to have found that.
Don't waste your time on someone who is not willing to work on their problems and is expecting you to do it all. It just isn't possible. As much as it may hurt that is a definite signal to move on. This short poem is an expression of the knowledge I FINALLY gained (boy it took a long time). But then again , anything worth having is worth waiting for.

Never, Ever
Never again will I feel unloved.
Never again will I feel hopeless
I tried to win your love,
I always lost.
All I felt was tired and sad.
Never again will thoughts of you trouble me.
Now I can surrender myself
to someone who understands.
I can feel hopeful, energetic, and loved.

I Miss the Safety of Your Hands

I so miss the man in my life. We don't get to see each other in real life very often. I always feel so safe and cared for when I am with him. Yes, we switch but that doesn't change the fact that he cares about me and for me. I return the favor.

My most fervent wish is to spend the rest of my life with him, holding him, being touched by him, laughing and talking together. But most of all pledging my obedience to him. He already knows this but somehow I know it will be different when we are truly together.

Yes, I am a romantic, and a hopeless one at that. Totally incurable with no wish to be cured. My time spent talking with him each night is the high point of the day and evening.

I am a lucky woman. Blessed with very good friends in and out of the lifestyle. My son who is the true light in my life. My younger brother and sister as well as nieces and nephews. An adopted "older brother" who is always there for me and keeps me in line.

But at night, in the dark, I cuddle with my cats and can "feel" loving hands rubbing my back and holding me close. OH thank God for imagination! And for enough silliness not to let anyone talk me out of my belief that it might all work out. Someday those hands may be there every day and every night to keep me safe and warm. We will be there to keep each other in line and provide the love we both need so much.

The Stinging Light of Wisdom and Many Thanks

Yes this is so true. I know I often feel quite enlightened when my bottom has been lit up. Certain subjects suddenly reveal themselves in stunning clarity. For example, when my bottom is burning it would never occur to me that chocolate even tastes good. After five minuites with a hairbrush why I can clearly see why I must go to the Dr. When I hear discussions prefaced with young lady I suddenly realize the error of my ways.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to keep that light from burning out and leaving me in the darkness of being stubborn and disobeying. I will let you know what I come up with.

I also want to thank PK for putting my story up for Fantasy Friday. I certainly hope you all enjoyed it. I loved writing it. And I did appreciate the comments left at New Beginnings about the story.

I promise to finish up the story of Caryn and Alexander that I left hanging at part 1. I definitely should be spanked for that. Any volunteers?!