Spanking Shorts: Bare Red Cheeks!

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As usual you get right to the crux of the matter. Discipline as I have known it is outside of your control and the degree of remorse is judged by the disciplinarian. In this sense, yes I have gotten away lightly and am still getting away but as you know we are at the beginning of what I hope is a journey that will take us to a similar arrangement as the one you have with Joey. In the meantime, I’m grateful she’s been so game. Later at the dinner party, our naughty server Melanie dropped a dessert spoon into my lap, and it was too symbolic to ignore. So yes, I spanked her. And my darling wife raised Melanie's crisp little skirt for me. If I ever complain that nothing happens to my brother, I get aweek of special nightly discipline sessions, so I've learned to notcomplain. My dad says he's even going to let my brother give me myspankings one day soon. I think it's embarassing.

I must also understand that by doing so, I would be relinquishing the real domestic discipline element/lifestyle that we have developed and that has worked so well for us. There are some that take punishment spankings up to a point, then safeword out. I’m not opposed to that if that is what works for you. What ~I~ set out to do was to be truly accountable and take what SHE assigns and gives. Keep in mind, while the spankings are very real, very harsh, and very painful, there has never been a time where it has been abusive or sadistic. This woman loves me. We are soulmates and were soulmates before we ever started down this road. We are lovers and best friends, and she knows me better than anyone else in the world. Lastly, because we’ve been doing this for a while, she knows my limits. She knows how far to take things and I trust her implicitly. Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing. He invites me to undress and join him in the other room. “If there’s anything curious you want to try just bring it with you.”Perhaps because she was much older, perhaps because of her ‘donation’ (I realised later that Leanne had basically ‘bought’ me), I allowed myself to be undressed and soon I was playfully put across her knee, my bare bottom in the air. These stories show disciplinary actions, some written from afather's perspective. When I posted this writing on alt.sex.spanking,one reader bristled, assuming (incorrectly) that an actual father wasdescribing actual actions carried out. This is fantasy. It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it. Now Penny, my dear”, said Tasha “I know I have been out of line as chum and deserve attentions to my bare bum. May I say, we’ve just had a masterclass in how it’s done from Mrs F, shall we set to?”

Answer: I’m usually well behaved for a month or two after a good domestic discipline session. There are three kinds of spankings she normally gives: Impromptu swats for spur of the moment infractions (usually just a handful of swats), Attitude adjustments (these are more dedicated spankings where I’ve earned swats for doing or not doing something but haven’t quite earned a trip to the woodshed), and then of course “ Woodshed Whuppin’s” (these are the worst of the worst and happen about every 1 and a half to 2 months). Penny said, “What, now and here? Tasha, darling girl, you’ve’ got a walloping coming your way, hell or high water, but what do you mean? I’m taking you home by the ear, to deal with your rear…”. Then my cousin Leanne leaned over and whispered in my ear: “I haven’t had my turn yet.” As I zipped up my jeans, I allowed her to lead me into another room, where we were alone. I was elated and a bit tipsy. Leanne was much older than me – about 45, I guess, and quite solidly built. She seductively slipped me a 50 dollar bill, and said: “How about a special private little birthday spanking, in your birthday suit, honey-pie?” So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice).We are her new to spanking and she is more vanilla and wasn’t spanked as a child. One thing she mentioned that I think could be helpful if you’re considering following up the post on why women should spank their husbands. She often holds a grudge when I’ve done something to upset her. She doesn’t see how spanking me would resolve her feelings of resentment. She was right, abuse had nothing to do with the fun that my wife and I watched. All we saw was openness and acceptance, a group in which a professional woman can go over the knee of a handsome man (and vice versa, actually) and everyone is happy for both of them. As for whether it will come out of the closet, time will tell. In the meantime, if you hear a clapping sound and a few squeals and giggles emanating from the neighbor's place, there's a decent chance they're not watching sports. The next day, I felt very sheepish – what had happened there last night, I wondered? However, everyone else was normal and cheerful. Leanne hugged and patted me, and Charlotte told me how much she liked my ‘cute little English bottom’. Aunt Peggy laughed and agreed. “He’s got a bottom made for spanking. It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it!” One early morning fair, whilst out for a walk, Penny and Tasha strolled past the church. As oft they did when Tasha was home on leave. While neither an M.D. nor a Ph.D. — nor any D, for that matter — Dr. Don explains he’s a “ Spankologist,” or an expert in adult male spanking. “People who have spanked for as many years as I have are considered doctors of their trade,” he reasons. His gentle demeanor and hypnotic voice contrast with a gaunt, villainous gaze that seems to wander. It’s as if Mr. Rogers had broken bad instead of Walter White.