Sunday, September 30, 2012

My Personal Fascination

I love to be spanked. I've always loved it (apart from my spankings from my parents, which I hated!), even before I understood my desire. I used to fantasize as a child that one of my teachers or a friend's parent would spank me and always wished it would really happen. Once it did. A teacher at school put me across his knee in front of the class and gave me a couple of swats over my clothes. I had been talking when we were supposed to be quiet and listening to him. Then he made me sit on the carpet next to his chair during story time to make sure I wasn't talking!! I was probably about 8 or 9 and even then I felt my face flush with embarrassment but also excitement! I couldn't believe he did that!! I was secretly thrilled and waited until playtime to talk about it with my friends! I never told my parents or I would have gotten a bare bottom paddling at home as well.
I never understood that it was sexually exciting, I just knew that the thought of someone other than my parents spanking me made me feel warm. Now, it's very exciting to me, whether it's a punishment spanking or an erotic spanking.
I love being talked to during the spanking, not yelled at, I don't like anything carried out with anger, but just told it's for my own good because I'm a naughty girl and that I'll be spanked again if I act up, even harder. I like to be called young lady! I like my bottom to be rubbed a little in between spanks. I also want it to be on my bare bottom, pants and panties around my knees, then a nice hand warming administered to my behind before the paddle or belt is given to me. There's nothing like that butterflies in the belly moment, when you're told you are going to get a spanking because of your naughty behavior, then you get taken into the room where it will take place (often the bedroom), getting your pants and panties pulled down to your knees then being pulled over the lap of a strong man and just feeling the cool air on your behind as you're told what he's about to do to you. Then he holds you firmly in place and lovingly starts spanking that naughty (not so) little bottom, until it's red and hot and you're crying like a very well spanked naughty little girl. And no matter how much you struggle or beg during the spanking, that strong man will keep blistering your behind until HE thinks you've learned a lesson all the while telling you that naughty little girls need to be taught a lesson. MMmmmmmm. Delicious!!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Another true story

Another one of mine from the Experience Project. I will write some new material soon. I need motivation. A spanking anyone?!

 I have a disciplinarian who I have met twice for a spanking. The first spanking I thought was hard, but little did I know! Yesterday I got a very hard punishment spanking. I don't ever remember being spanked like that and I got some pretty decent ones in my childhood, but nothing like this. This was also my first time getting the belt ever in my life and it stung my poor behind until I cried like a baby!
 After the first time he spanked me, we had emailed a couple of times and he admitted that he had taken it a little easier on me because of my melancholy reactions! He felt that he had failed to give a true punishment spanking because he kept asking if I was OK, but I found the experience very comforting.
Anyway, it had been about ten days since my last spanking and I had emailed him confessing that I had a problem with tardiness (I had proved this, in fact by being a good ten minutes late for my first spanking with him). I sent him texts every time I was late for a meeting or appointment. He then wrote to me and said "I'm glad that you felt you were able to confess to me. But that does not mean you'll get off any lighter. You will feel the strap on your bare bottom and it will sting and you will learn your lesson. And I will warn you, here and now, that I expect you to be punctual." Reading his email gave me butterflies in my stomach. I was really going to get it! I was terrified and thrilled all at once. 
You can probably guess what happened yesterday. Due to circumstances I won't go into I was late. VERY late. About 40 minutes to be exact. I sat on the train as my palms sweated, wishing it could go faster. I kept him updated about my whereabouts with texts and apologized a lot. When I got off the train in his neighborhood, he was waiting next to his car, sort of smiling, but I could tell he was annoyed, "Should I get back on the train and go home?" I joked with a nervous laugh. He didn't respond, just opened the door to the back seat of his car and gestured me in. It was a quiet for a while as we drove to his house. At one point he held his wrist back for me, pointing at his watch, "what does that say?" he asked. I had such a lump in my throat, I couldn't even respond. Being in the back of the car, I felt like a naughty girl who's Daddy had just picked her up to take her home for a spanking. I got out of the car and walked into the house with trepidation. He led me towards the bedroom looking at me with a serious expression, "Ready young lady?" he asked.
"Yes," I responded, although it was barely audible. "Then get in there," he slapped my bottom hard as I walked by him into the bedroom. He took my arm and dragged me to the bed where he sat down, undid my jeans and pulled them and my panties around my knees, then dragged me across his knee and immediately starting pounding my bare behind with his strong firm hand. I was shocked! Last time he had given me a slow steady warm up, starting with lighter smacks but this time, he just laid right into my poor bottom and I started wailing and crying almost immediately, kicking my legs "Aw, it hurts," I cried out putting my hand over my butt. "You better move that hand young lady, or you'll get the strap and the school paddle and I will smack your bottom until it's black and blue. I'm not joking" 
"Nooo, please no, it hurts!" I begged choking back my sobs. 
"It's supposed to hurt. It's a spanking. I wouldn't be doing my job properly if it didn't hurt would I?" All the while he spanked one cheek then the next while I kicked and cried. "Look over at the door where the belt is hanging," he said. "You're going to get that next. Then you're going to bend over the desk for three licks with the school paddle."
"Nooo, I don't want to." I begged, choking back my sobs and wailing like a little girl. I was surprised at my childish reactions, but I couldn't help it. My ass was stinging! I had my face down on his bed and couldn't even bring myself to look at the belt hanging on the door. His hand was thoroughly stinging my poor red bottom and having never had the belt before, I could not imagine how much more it would sting. 
He stood me up, then made me lay across the bed while he went to fetch the belt that hung on the back of the door. He snapped it in his hands while he walked towards me, "I think I'll give my hand a little rest and see if this sinks in," he said, snapping the belt loudly again. I cried more. He chastised me for crying so hard and not taking my spanking like a good girl, "listen to all your fussing," he said. "Maybe you should of thought of the consequences before you were late." With that I heard the whoosh of the belt and the sharp sting hit my behind. "Ouuch, I'm sorry." I wailed. "Oh I know, (smack) but I think you need more before we're done. You've been rude (smack) disrespectful (smack) and selfish and this is the only way it'll get through to you that your behavior is not acceptable." 
By now I was letting out loud heaving sobs and trying again to cover my poor defenseless behind. "Move your hand, Sarah." I can't believe I did this, but I actually said no! "Young lady, you better move your hand right now, or it'll get smacked with the belt." I moved it and held on tight to the pillow in front of me. At one point he told me I had only had five licks of the belt. To me it felt like one hundred. Then soon, he put the belt down and I was back over his knee again, saying ouch with every smack of his hand. "I know; ouch," he said. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but that's what a spanking is supposed to feel like (smack smack smack). Do you think I want to take time out of my day to spank a naughty girl? Huh? (smack) You don't think I've got better things to do that to bare your bottom (smack) across my knee for a spanking? (smack). This (smack) is what naughty girls get (smack). They get their bare bottoms (smack) spanked over the knee (smack), hard (smack) that is the only way to get through to them (smack)" At one point I was kicking my legs so much, he told me to stop and when I didn't he restrained my legs with his right leg as I lay across his left knee with my now very red bottom bared and no defense!I was squirming and crying, but to no avail. He held me firmly around the waist with his left hand while his right hand continued to rain down slap after slap after stinging slap, all the while he continued to lecture me and I cried out loud the way I did when I was spanked as a child.
He finished the spanking by making me bend over an old school desk and get three hard spanks with a big high school paddle. I let out a cry and tried to get up each time after each spank, but each time he was about to deliver another blow he put his hand on my back and guided me back over the desk, telling me to bend over. He also warned me that the desk would be staying exactly where it was so that it was ready for the next time I needed discipline. I continued to cry! 
The spanking finished abruptly as he pulled up my panties and jeans and made me sit on the bed, "You can just sit in here and let that sink in young lady" he said and left me to wipe the tears from my eyes and collect myself. I could hear him doing chores in the kitchen as I sat experiencing the incredible fire in my bottom and sniffling and wiping my eyes. Then after a little while he bought me a cold drink and his face softened. "I'm sorry I had to do that," he said. I sniffed.
When he dropped me back at the train station he gave me a hug and a smile, I smiled too. I slept on my stomach last night. My butt is black and blue, but I feel comforted by the little sting every time I sit down, knowing that I am a well punished girl. And, I was actually early to a class today for the first time this term! Spankings really do pay!

Monday, July 23, 2012

One of my personal experiences...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

At School with Katie...

Katie stood in the corner of Mr Jensen's classroom facing the wall, her hands clasped behind her back. She was wearing a blue plaid pleated skirt, a white blouse and knee high socks with Mary Jane shoes. All of the students had left for the day.
Mr Jensen sat at his desk grading papers. He was a handsome tall athletic man in his early thirties. He had dark cropped hair and beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. He wore glasses that gave him a Clark Kent appeal. Today he was wearing a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a blue and white stripped tie. Katie thought he looked so handsome.
She couldn't believe she was in trouble again. Mr Jensen was going to spank her! The butterflies in her tummy were unbearable and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or excited, although the slight tingling sensation between her legs suggested the latter. She started to move from foot to foot. She had been standing in the corner for almost an hour without moving and her legs were stiff.
"Stop fidgeting young lady!" Mr Jensen didn't look up from the papers he was grading, just cleared his throat and continued to grade.
Katie stifled a sigh. She did not want to end up in more trouble that she was already in. She wondered when Mr Jensen would just put her out of her misery and spank her already.
There was a knock at the door and the dean walked in to hand Mr Jensen some papers.
"Oh dear, I see we've got a naughty student serving a detention. What's your name girl?"
"Katie Sir."
"Well, whatever you're in trouble for will hopefully not be repeated."
"No Sir," Katie sighed.
"Oh dear Jensen, another spanking to administer hey? I assume you have permission from the parents to carry out this punishment?"
"Of course," Mr Jensen smiled.
"Well young lady. You should know that Mr Jensen is no softie when it comes to corporal punishments. I've heard him wielding a paddle or strap on many evenings while walking by his classroom. Be assured that your crying and moaning will fall on deaf ears and you will probably not be sitting down comfortably on your sore bottom for quite some time."
Katie smiled at the wall, glad that Mr Jensen and the Dean couldn't see her expression.  She knew very well how Mr Jensen wielded the strap. She had been in this position more than a few times before.
"Very well Mr Jensen. I'll leave you to it," the Dean nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

After the Dean had left Katie let out a giggle. She tried to stifle it, but she couldn't.
"Something funny Miss?" Mr Jensen smirked, but Katie couldn't see him.
"No Mr Jensen," Katie muttered.
"Right, well, I think we should get this over with, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," Katie turned around and looked right into those dark brown eyes, longing to be over that gorgeous man's knee.
Mr Jensen stood up from his desk and walked over to Katie. He took her hand and led her back to his desk.
"You know I'm only doing this for your own good, don't you young lady?"
"Yes Sir," Katie whispered.
"Bend over the desk."
Katie did as she was told. Mr Jensen pulled her pleated skirt up over her back and Katie gasped and lifted her hips as she felt his hands on the waistband of her panties.
"No sir, please not on the bare!" she whimpered, biting her lip.
"Oh yes Katie. I'm afraid naughty little girls like you only get spankings on their bare little bottoms. That's the only way to get through to them you see," his voice was firm, but it had a tender tone to it. Katie wished Mr Jensen would just take her in his lap and stroke her hair and tell her everything was alright. She longed to feel forgiven.
Mr Jensen slowly slid her white cotton panties down over her bottom and brought them all the way to her knees. There was no denying it. Katie was exposed. She felt like a very naughty little girl indeed bent over that desk, feeling the cool air on her bare behind.
Mr Jensen slowly removed his leather belt. Katie started to cry.
"Oh, you'll have plenty to cry about sweet Katie," Mr Jensen brushed her bare bottom with his hand and leaned into whisper in her ear. "I'm going to give you a taste of the belt today and it will hurt. But I hope that this will help you to remember to be a good girl in the future."
"Yes sir," Katie sniffed.
With that, Mr Jenson pulled back his belt and brought it down on Katie's bare little tush with a mighty thwack. The sting was so intense it took Katie's breath away.
Then another thwack, right in the center of her bum, covering both cheeks.
"Owwww," Katie cried and tried to rub her bottom with her hands.
"You better move those hands young lady, or they will feel the sting of my belt too," Mr Jenson lay one hand firmly on the small of Katie's back as his other hand continued to wield that gosh darn strap.
Whack, whack whack! The strap continued to reign blows down on Katie's ass. She was sure there were some good looking red stripes all over her butt already.
"Oh my sweet baby girl. We are just warming up," Mr Jensen kindly rubbed her sore butt a little before the blows started to continue.
Whack, smack smack. He worked his way down to her sit spot and to the tops of her legs, slowly working his way down one leg and up the other, each lash stinging her more than the next.
"If you weren't such a naughty girl, I wouldn't have to spank you like a bad little miss, would I?" whack whack whack. That belt just kept wielding it's magic.
"Owwweee, Mr Jensen, I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed and started to repeat her little dance from one foot to the other.
"You better stay still Miss Katie, or I will take you over my knee!"
Katie secretly longed to be over Mr Jensen's knee feeling his strong muscular thighs pressing into her pelvic area. She started to move and fuss more in the hope that he might carry out his threat.
"That's it!" Mr Jensen moved the chair out from his desk, sat down and pulled naughty Katie over his knee. He wasted no time in pulling her panties all the way off and leaving them on the floor. Then he opened his desk drawer and took out a small thin paddle.
"Oh no sir, please, not that stingy little paddle," Katie's eyes widened. She knew this little paddle very well indeed and it was not forgiving.
Smack smack smack. Mr Jensen smacked one cheek, then the other. Katie's bum was on fire. She started bucking under the spanks of that paddle. Mr Jensen was getting a good rhythm going and the sting was almost unbearable. Still Katie started to feel a throbbing in her clitoris and vagina as well as her sore bottom. Her pubic area was rubbing against Mr Jensen's muscular thigh and she thought she might be imagining things, when she could hear his breathing getting heavier with each smack.
"I'm sorry baby. I know this hurts, but that's what happens when you get punished right?" The stinging paddle was still working it's magic, but then he paused. "Right young lady?"
"Ahhh, yes!" Katie moaned.
"Yes what," he asked her with an accompanying smack.
"Ohhh, awwww, yes sir," Katie let a sharp in take of breath through her teeth.
Mr Jensen continued to paddle and lecture and his words made Katie feel like she was going to explode! He was like her Daddy right now. He cared enough to spank her this way. It made her feel warm inside, along with her burning bottom.
Smack, smack, smack. "I'm going to take down your naughty little panties every single time you misbehave from now on young lady!" spank spank spank!. "No more Mr. nice guy! Obviously, you need far more time over my knee than you're getting, don't you young lady?"
"Ooooh, aahhh, yes sir, yes!" Katie breathed. Her hips were moving in time with the blows, her clitoris was rubbing against this masterful mans leg and he wasn't making her stop. The throbbing sensation in her clitoris and vagina just kept building. All the blood was rushing to her bum and pelvic area. Despite the pain, this was delicious. She felt so warm, so protected, so humiliated!
"You naughty naughty girl," Mr Jensen smacked again and again. Katie thought she could hear a little smirk in his voice.
"Ahhhh," her mouth stayed slightly open, her lips pouting and she moaned and squirmed.
Mr Jensen put down the paddle and started to spank her methodically with his hand slapping one cheek and then the other. The throbbing in her vagina became stronger and stronger, as waves of excitement washed over her. She was panting and she could hear Mr Jensen breathing heavily.
"You naughty girl!"
"Ahhhh, yes sir, yes sir..." she moaned and whimpered her hips bucking back and forward until she could take no more. The throbbing had reached it's height and she could was consumed by a long and intense orgasm which worked it's way so deep into her vagina that she thought she might pass out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as her bottom bucked in and out in rhythm with the orgasm that had exploded inside and outside of her. Her bottom and hips thrust in uncontrollable spasms that seemed to last forever, until eventually she came down.
"Ahhhhhhh, oohhhh, mmmmmmm," she moaned before eventually becoming still. 
Mr Jensen let out a deep groan and gave one more firm spank on her bottom.
He started to rub her tingling stinging bum. She felt so wet and satiated.
"Well, Mrs Jensen," he smiled. "I think you might have enjoyed that."
Katie was glowing from her face to her buttocks, "I certainly did. You do know how to spank a naughty wife. I should stop by your work after hours more often!"
"Hmmmm, you definitely should," Mr Jensen stood his wife up and sat her on his lap. "I love you in this school girl outfit, you're like a naughty little girl."
"I can be anything you like!" Katie kissed her husband hard on the lips.
"I'm sure you can my love. I'm also sure I can come up with some special role play for you next time. But for now, I can't wait to get you home and get you out of this uniform!"
Katie kissed her husband again, before they gathered up their things and left his class room along with all the memories of the naughty times they'd had there when no one else was around.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Red Bottomed Amie-Rae

Amie-Rae Bloom could not believe what was happening as she lay there across Jud Pierson's lap, her red curly hair hanging in her face, her crop demin pants and lacey red panties down around her ankles. Jud hadn't administered the first slap on her bare bottom yet, but she knew it was coming.
"Jud Pierson, you let me go this instant! I am a grown woman. I will not allow this to happen do you hear me?"
Jud tried to keep the chuckle from his lips as he responded firmly in his deep gravelly voice, "I don't think you have any choice young lady. And if you're such a grown woman, how's about you start behaving like one?!"

Amie was pissed! She thought about kicking Jud's ankle she was so mad, but he was right. She couldn't move and she didn't want to make this any more painful than it needed to be. He had her pinned down. And they were out in the open where anyone who walked by could see them. How embarrassing! Jud had reprimanded her after she had attempted to ride a horse that wasn't broken in, now he was sitting on a tree stump with her helplessly draped over his knee. Maybe she better let him get this over with, so she could cover her poor little bottom up and get on with her day and hope to God that none of the other employees walked by and saw what was happening.
Amie was a petite, attractive 19 year old. She was home from college for the summer and her Daddy had gotten her a job at Jud Pierson's stud farm. She had always loved horses and was excited to take a break from city life and classes. Of course, she would never admit that out loud to anyone. As far as the people in her town knew, she was a city girl at heart and planned to never come back and live in small town Georgia once she graduated from college.
Amie had known Jud forever, he was 10 years her senior and had worked at her Daddy's construction business until 3 years ago, when he had started his own stud farm. Jud's parents had died when he was little and he was raised by his g-ma, who was a wonder at yielding a switch on his own bare bottom whenever he had misbehaved.
Amie's parents had treated Jud like one of their own, often having him to the house for dinner, or once he had moved into his own place, bringing food over to him. Amie's mom was a sweet caring lady, who loved to take care of others.
"My own Daddy has never spanked me Jud Pierson, what makes you think you can get away with it?"
"Pssshhh," Jud shook his head dismissively. "Your Daddy has spanked you plenty little miss Amie Rae. I'm pretty sure I saw you hanging over your daddy's lap outside of church when you were 12 years old, with your skirt pulled up around your waist and your panties around your ankles as you kicked your little legs and begged him to stop. That little ass of yours was as red as your hair. I was running late that day and your Daddy winked at me as I walked by you. Guess you were too busy get your butt tanned to notice." Amie was mortified as Jud continued, "and, don't think I haven't heard your wailing cries and plea's along with the crack of your Daddy's belt on on your bare tush on more than one occasion when I've walked by your Daddy's woodshed. You forget, I grew up around your family, Amie Rae, so don't think you can lie to me, or you'll get more of a spanking than you bargained for, y'hear me?"
Amie rolled her eyes glad that Jud couldn't see her face or she'd be getting more spanks for that too.
"Right young lady, let's get this over with."
Before she knew Jud had lifted his hand and swung it down to meet her bare ass with a loud stinging slap.
"Oh, ouch" she breathed quietly. She was determined not to let him get the best of her.
Four or five more stinging slaps graced her bare bottom in quick succession. She took a sharp breath in, trying not to let tears spring to her eyes.
"This is just your warm up little miss Amie. You better prepare yourself."
"You have no right. Wait until I tell my parents!"
"Oh you go ahead and tell them. I already got permission from your father to put you in your place when you misbehaved. I'm sure he'd love to hear about your dangerous escapades, trying to ride a horse that isn't even broken in. You will just earn yourself a taste of your Daddy's belt at home on top of this spanking. And I will be happy to listen to your punishment over a cocktail with your mother. You could have broken a bone, or ended up in a coma or worse."
Just talking about it made Jud angry and he lifted up his hand and started spanking again.
"You are like a little sister to me," slap. "Do you think I want to bare your bottom and spank you like a naughty little girl?" spank.
"Noooo," Amie cried and squirmed. She was feeling guilty now that she had made Jud worry.
"I have better things to do with my time young lady," Jud continued to scold and smack. "But if this is the only way to make sure you don't pull any dangerous stunts like that" smack "again, then this is what I'll do." Smack, slap, spank. Jud moved his large firm hand from one cheek to the other. He couldn't help but enjoy the rosy glow and the sight of his hand prints on Amie's pert round bottom, although her melancholy moans made him feel a little sorry for her. He shook his head. Nope, he could not let this little flirtatious girl get around him that easily. He continued to spank and let her crying fall on deaf ears.
"Pleaaase Jud!" Amie was wailing now. "I won't do it again," she sniffed.
"Oh, I know you won't" smack, smack, smack, smack smack."Because if you put yourself in danger again, I don't care where we are or who is there, I will pull down your cute little panties to your knees, bare you bottom and take my belt off and apply it to you right there on the spot. Do you understand me young lady?" smack smack smack. "If you think this is bad, you have no idea."
Awweeeeee. Ouch, please Jud! Please. I'm sorry."
"I know baby, I know you are, but we are far from done." Smack smack smack smack.
Amie Rae squealed and cried and bucked on Jud's lap. Jud took his right leg and placed it over her legs. Then he held her hands tightly in the small of her back with one hand and continued to spank with the other.  Amie started to beg through sobs and tears. "Jud please stop. I'll be a good girl, I promise I'll be good. Please."
"You haven't got such a smart mouth now, have you little girl?" Jud felt just a little pride that he had seemed to get through to her. "Well, we're almost done. But you better promise me you won't forget what this feels like, because if I have to take to you with my belt, or a riding crop, you will wish it only hurt as much as it does now."
Jud rained down the last slaps on poor Amie's bright red bottom like the finale at a fireworks display. Amie screamed and cried and wriggled, but couldn't break free from Jud's grasp.  He could feel an erection starting to push against his jeans and he tried to ignore it. But that girl did have one glorious little bottom!
Finally, Jud had applied the last spanks and Amie lay limp across his lap whimpering.
"I'm sorry Jud," she muttered.
"I know honey," Jud said as he rubbed some of the sting out of her red ass. "I hope I don't have to do this again," he said more gently. "But if I have to, I will. Don't you doubt it missy."
"You big meany!" Amie sniffed. Jud playfully slapped her sore butt. "Ouch!" Amie squeaked.
"Less of that sassy mouth too," Jud stood Amie up gave her a hug. She was horrified that all her private parts were on display. Jud reached down and pulled up her panties and jeans. She buttoned her jeans and sniffed and looked up at Jud. He took her chin in his hand and wiped her tears with the other one.
"Now, don't make me do that again," he said, gently kissing her nose. "Because, if I have to do it again, your bottom will be on fire with the sting of the strap, do you understand me? Now, get back to work little miss!"
Amie looked at her shoes. "Yes sir," she answered, knowing full well, she would make him do it again, because something deep inside of her longed to be back over Jud Pierson's knee. She hoped to be back over it often. He had awakened a desire that she had pushed out of her mind for years and she had a feeling and a hope that this was merely the start of a very beautiful relationship.