One of my personal experiences...

I wrote this story on the experience project website in 2009. They have a lot of great spanking groups and stories to share over there.
Back then I met with a spanker a few times and had great spanking experiences. This is one of them. Hope you enjoy!

 I met with my spanker yesterday. He's tall and strong and in good shape. He has dark hair and smiling eyes, but boy can he punish a naughty girl! I can't sit still in my chair! It had been three weeks since my last spanking. I was longing for discipline. He gave it to me!
After my last spanking I had been doing so well with being on time, but the last week or so, I started to slide again, late for appointments, late for meetings, late for classes and procrastinating on assignments. I told him about my infractions and he promised me a good dose of the wooden hairbrush to remind me not to be so disrespectful in the future.
He sent me a message, "let's meet at 2pm and don't be late, you're already going to get a hard hand spanking followed by the hairbrush, I don't want to add a leather strap to that as well."
For once in my life I was early!! I did not want to meet that strap! He wasn't as frustrated with me as last time (when I was very late), so he slowly walked me into the bedroom and sat on the bed and patted his lap (last time he dragged me into the bedroom smacking my naughty bottom as he led me to the bed and over his knee) "Over you go" he said. I knew that this meant I was to pull down my jeans and panties and lay over his knees. He only spanks on the bare. I slowly did as I was told, looking at the floor. I pulled my jeans and panties to the middle of my thighs and lay across his big strong lap. Apparently, this wasn't enough for him and he lifted my sweater a little and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees. He placed his hand on my behind and gave it a little rub. "Ready young lady?" he asked.
"Yes," I mumbled into the pillow that he had given me to hold onto.
"OK, you know why you're getting spanked, so let's get this over with."
He started slapping, slowly and rather lightly at first giving me a false sense of security. His left hand was placed firmly around my waist as his right hand slapped one butt cheek and then the other butt cheek. I took deep breaths, thinking it was feeling pretty nice, but soon the slaps became harder and quicker, until he was raining smack after stinging smack on my naughty bare bottom. I started to yelp and move around on his lap, to no avail. He was holding me tightly in place. "Squirming around won't help you Sarah," he said. "It will only earn you more." I let out a sorrowful moan. He stopped for a second, and then placed a menacing looking wooden brush down in front of me for me to look at. "I'm just going to leave that there for you too look at and think about," he said. "Because that brush is going to be paddling your behind in a little while. If you think it's bad now, just you wait." He turned the brush over so that the back was facing upwards, "That's the side you should be worried about young lady, because that's what you'll be feeling soon and it will sting."
"Nooo, please" I cried out.
"It's no use crying out now," he said. "What's done is done, just take your punishment like a good girl." He continued to apply slap after slap after stinging slap to my bottom, my sit spot and my thighs (and boy, did it sting on my thighs!) until I was doing a little writhing dance across his knee and howling like a baby. He talked to me while he continued to spank, "Bad girls get bare bottomed spankings young lady."
"Owwweeee" was all I could say in return.
"You think this stings?" he asked. "Personally (smack) I think you're getting off lightly (smack) little girl. It's been far (smack) too long (smack) since I last put you over my knee. I think we (smack) might have to (smack) do this a little (smack) more often (smack) so you remember (smack) how to behave. Perhaps this will serve (smack) as a reminder to you (smack) that misbehavior won't be tolerated. Is any of this starting to sink in?"
"Yes," I blubbed and sniffed. My *** and thighs were really stinging. I was sure he must be using a paddle or something because I didn't think it was possible for a hand to hurt that much! He continued to beat my butt until I started trying to put my hand back to protect it. Then I started to kick my legs. He grabbed my hand and put it in front of me and pushed my legs down. "Sarah, if either of your hands or legs come up again, I will be paddling you with a much bigger hairbrush than the one you see in front of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"awwee, yes," I sobbed, my breath catching with each sorrowful cry. He started spanking me again and I didn't think my butt could take anymore. It was all I could do not to move my hands and legs, but my right leg twitched a little, "Kick that leg up little girl and see what happens," he said. "I dare you." I put my leg back down.
"It huuuurrrts. It's too hard," I howled.
"I know it hurts," (Slap, slap, slap) "It's supposed to be hard, that's what happens when you get punished. You get a very hard spanking on your bare bottom." (Smack smack smack). My god, he really was concentrating on my thighs and I wished he would move back up to my bottom where it seemed to hurt less. "Just take your punishment (smack smack smack) and it will be over soon."
With that he picked up the brush and I immediately started to sob. "Nooo please... I can't take it," I wailed like a baby. "Please...... I don't want the hairbrush. Please"
"Sarah, you knew you were getting the hairbrush, I've warned you many time what happens when you disobey me. You will punished, now stop all this fussing. It won't make any difference with me young lady."
He started to spank me with that little wooden brush and that little whippy thing stung so much it took my breath away! That was it, I lost all control. I had to grip the pillow until my knuckles were white to stop me from reaching back. I did not want to get worse than this!
"It stiiiiiinnnngggss." I howled trying to wriggle my bottom out of the line of fire. "Ouch, ooouuuueee." I sobbed. But he ignored me and worked that little wooden hairbrush over one cheek, then the next, taking time to really cover my sit spot with swats, then work his way down each thigh, all the while lecturing me that I was only getting what I deserved. I cried and begged and squirmed and wriggled and kicked (well I tried not to kick, but I couldn't help it). I tensed my butt cheeks, but that only seemed to make the sting worse. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and sobs pulsing through me and no matter what I did I could not escape that awful hairbrush. "Do you think I enjoy having to punish you like this? Huh?" He spanked harder when I didn't answer. "No sir," I said.
"No is right! I don't want to take time out of my day to spank such a naughty little girl, but if this is what it takes to get you to behave and do your work on time and look after yourself, then this is what you'll get. Now, I'm going to give you five more with the hairbrush, then you'll be done."
I counted each stinging slap as it rained down on my poor bruised bottom and the last five swats seemed to go on forever. I really didn't think I could bear it!
After the last five swats, I lay limp across his lap, with my bare and freshly bruised bottom on display, sobbing and trying to catch my breath.
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes," I sobbed, my chest heaving in and out as he started to rub the sting out of my bottom. "Good," he said, rubbing one cheek and working his way down my thigh then moving onto the other side. I still sobbed, I couldn't seem to catch my breath. "OK, calm down," he said soothingly. "It's all done now. You'll be feeling this sore bottom every time you sit down for a while. It'll be a good reminder of what happens to you when you're naughty won't it?"
"Yes sir," I muttered. I was still sniffing but my cries had quieted and I had got my breath back as he continued to rub the sting out. I could have laid there all night, but eventually he gave my bottom a very light pat and said, "all done, you've paid for your behavior, so I'll let it go now. Just remember what happens next time you think of being naughty."  Then he pulled up my panties and jeans and left me in the bedroom to collect myself and reflect on what just happened while he went into the kitchen and told me I could come out when I was ready.
Last night I went to bed with a very bruised bottom and had to sleep on my stomach, but I certainly slept well!