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!


  1. It worked for you then? Did this encourage you to do it more?

  2. You still on Experience Project, or did you get bored with it?

  3. Awwww.... Your so lucky you have got a firm diciplinarian. I wish I had one to spank me when Im naughty. Lately I have been acting up and I really want a spanking (and some hard face slaps) by someone other than my parents/ relatives/friends. I think a private diciplinarian would be great. I have attitude problems and problems with laziness with homework. I have never been spanked before so it may work. I have always wanted a spanker like yours Sarah. He seems so perfect. Im twelve yrs old. It may seem young but I want dicipline from someone other than parents/ realtives and friends. I also live in London. What I am trying to say is that I really need a harsh spanking to get the message through to me. Bye and I hope you understand.

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  5. She has her jeans on and he has one of his legs across hers so she cannot move around. Eventually he pulls down her jeans to spank her bare bottom.
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