Asking for a Spanking

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A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. Now my wife is the woman that spanks me when I feel Ineed to be punished or behave like a naughty little boy. W-Well..." I swallowed hard, crossing the street with her to my house. "Ashley and Becca...Th-They both got in trouble, so...."

I asked my mother to start spanking me when I was 14 years old. I had fantasised and dreamt of being spanked over her knees like a naughty little boy for a long time. Spanking was the main punishment in my family but from my early teens my parents started to use grounding sometimes and when they did this they would often offer me the choice off this or a spanking. I normally took the grounding as my spanking were bare bottom and painful, although there were a few times when there was something that I didn't want to miss and I opted to take the spanking off my dad. When they reached the end of the hall, she pushed the two of them into their bedroom and closed the door. Everything was muffled, after that. I could hear an unsettling mix of shouting and crying, but I couldn't really make any of it out. Then I heard a vaguely louder shout, followed by a disturbingly familiar sound.

Mummy looked into the mirror, at this distance it was like a well framed photo, her on the bed, her shapely daughter with her upturned rump fine and round, catching the light. She looked at herself, doing what a good loving Mummy should do…her duty. Got my last from my dad at 17. Violated an agreement I had with him about driving after a couple beers with my mates. He was more disturbed that I drove than underage beers. Like you said, I too felt better with guilt lifted but he sure tanned my bare butt good with his leather belt. I do think parents should exercise caution when spanking their children because they have no way of knowing the emotional impact a spanking will have on any given child, nor can they know how spankings will impact their child's psycho-sexual development. My mother said ok and took my arm, led me to her bedroom and took her dressing chair out. Then she took her wooden hairbrush, sat down and told me to stand on her right side.

I got to place my talley mark and soon school was over. I remember my bottom way throbing and sore. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump. The feelings of guilt or curiosity you have now will not go away on their own. They most definitely will be gone if you get spanked Count the swats out loud, young man – and don’t lose count, or we start over!” It occurred to me at that point that I had no idea how many swats I was going to get. No number had been mentioned that I could recall. Val didn’t waste any time. The paddle was tapped briefly against my bum, and I held my breath and stared at the wall in front of me. Volunteering is not the right word but many boys including me took paddlings in high school if detention meant missing a sports practice. Some female teachers stop paddling boys after freshman year and would start writing out a detention slip for us to do detention that afternoon. If we took the detention and missed practice, then some of our coaches paddled us for missing practice or we had to sit out the next game. It was easier to ask the teacher to just send us to the vice principal's office where getting paddled was why you were there. One way or the other we were likely to get paddled so why spend an afternoon in detention and still get paddled at the next practice? Some teachers wouldn't go for our request to be sent to the vice principal because we couldn't miss practice. Maybe they already knew that we would get paddled for missing practice so jusHe had me lay face down on the bed and he said he wouldn’t tell me what he was using, but with the first strike I knew it was that leather paddle that I dislike – however, it still felt good. He probably did about 12 very firm ones and stopped. He stopped because I started to cry. Very odd. I haven’t cried over a spanking in a very long time. I do get teary eyed, but this was a full on cry. It felt good to just release all the built up emotions of the last five days. Mike asked if he should stop, but I asked him to continue as these were good tears, but I asked him if I could get over his knee and be spanked by hand. He agreed and gave me perhaps 20 or 25 by hand. At one point I even asked him to do it harder. I cried some more.

Protected: A Naughty Little Witch…A Private Little Story for Club Members Only ~ featuring Suzette. Hon? I know this may sound a little strange, but would you be willing to give me a little spanking? It would be a turn-on for me." Your child had an enormous amount of courage to ask a difficult and embarrassing question. Your child had an enormous amount of courage to put their bottom on the line for pain and humiliation. It was definitely better getting spanked by my stepmom. My dad traveled a lot so not only would I still get spanked, I might have to wait and think about it for a few days.Mummy sat on the bed, and slid the slipper deftly under the pillow. Then turned a nervous, worried Karen to face her. “I told you quite plainly Karen, that if you were naughty at school, you would be punished at home.” As she did this she tugged the pyjama bottoms down, to land in a puddle at her daughters ankles. While I did practically ask for the spanking I was confused. The mental image of me having been spanked bare bottom, over my mothers knee at 16 made me feel ashamed and I was humbled, more obedient and childlike when I was around her. Every time I looked at that stupid paddle hanging on the wall I wanted to throw it away, to burn it. I was afraid that mom would want to use it on me again. I never felt this way when I was younger, so why now? I got an extra long hug from Val when we left. She whispered in my ear: “I’m gonna miss you the most.” I must say, the feeling was mutual – although I did miss the Mustang too.

The girls are grounded for the rest of today, and probably tomorrow. Meaning they can't have any friends over." I assume he won’t hit me hard (although he does want to use a slipper too) and of course I can stop if I want to. Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline.Stings pretty good doesn’t it honey?” Val asked. No shit, I thought. But I certainly wasn’t going to swear – not in my current position! “Yes ma’am,” I answered honestly. Spank after spank after spank rained down on my bare bottom and after 10 minuttes I was bawling my eyes out and feeling a sting and burn in my throbing bottom like nothing I had ever felt. Initially I actually had every intention to take him to the woodshed before the strap arrived, but I didn’t give him indication that I was going to do so. I just told him that I “might just wait until my new strap arrives.” Just to make him sweat a little bit. I had planned on taking him to the woodshed the Saturday before the Superbowl as we were having some friends over and I figured I’d just take care of his spanking AND have a very well behaved husband for the get together. After a few months I was feeling somewhat strange in my gut. I felt like I needed to be punished harder for my misbehavior than the loss of things and privligies. I know you have your plan and I hope it worked well for you, (I'm glad you didn't choose to play childish games) but I wanted to share my experience with you.