Spanking Story – Anonymous


This story was sent to me by someone else and they requested that I post it on my blog anonymously. I was told that it was a true story, so here it is:

I was a physical trainer at a local gym. I’m 22 years old, 5′ 11″, and in great shape (less than 2% body fat). I met him because I was assigned to him as his trainer. Mike was am EMT and in great shape himself. After about three months of being his trainer we started dating. He was such a gentleman to me, he even respected the fact that I was saving myself for marriage and he never pressured me about sex. He always kept his promises which was what I always respected about him. We had been dating about six months when he had to go out of town for about week and needed a house sitter. He has a custom car he’s been customizing for the past few years and told me before he left that if I touch his car he would blister my butt until I couldn’t sit for a week. I responded that I totally understood and if I planned on doing anything I would take my car. While he was out of town, I found his keys and took his car for a ride with my girlfriends. Sure enough while it was parked in the parking lot it was hit by someone else. Insurance took care of it but I tried to lie to him over the phone about it. I felt so bad about it, I agreed to take the punishment whoopin from him to clear the air and make things right between us, he was so upset it took him about a week to calm down enough for us to talk about it, about a week after that I went over his place and I decided to accept what was coming or so I thought.

He asked me to lower my britches. “Ok, let’s get your britches down!”
“Mike I’m not taking off my cloths for this, I’m not going to be naked for this!”
“First, I’m not telling you that you have to be naked. I’m not telling you to take off your cloths, I’m only telling you to take a few of them down. I’m not paddling your pants, I’m paddling you. You thought you were too big for your britches. Joy ride in my custom car and then try to lie about it? I had you house sit for me while I was out of town and I told you that if you touch my car that I’d bust your butt. Now hand me the paddle and lower them.”
I let out a big sigh of protest, I felt so bad that I let him down and I knew that I broke our trust, but since I was going to accept this I was going to try to prove to him I could take it. “Fine, but you’re not going to make me cry!” I handed him the paddle.
Than he told me, “We’ll see about that, now let’s get to the bare issues here. You busted my car now I’m going to bust your butt. I’m going to keep my promise, I’m sorry honey.”
I am wearing jeans and my cowboy boots. I slowly undo my belt buckle as I try to talk him out of paddling me. Got the flap of my belt out from the front loop of my jeans and started to pull to unhook it loose. “Do I really have too take’m down, I mean. . .?”
He interrupted me, “Honey your jeans didn’t do anything, I’m paddling your butt not your jeans. I’m sorry honey, but it has to be this way.”
I swallowed hard, “ohhhh” Letting out a whimper as I pulled a little and got my belt unhooked, pulled it out of his buckle and was about to start with the button of my jeans. “But Mike, I really don’t think. . .”
He interrupted me again, he got u,p stepped forward reaching out and placing his hand my hands looking me straight in the eyes, “honey, it is going to going to be ok, I promise you that I will not take advantaged you, I gave you a promise and I mean to keep it. This isn’t about sex, it’s about respect. I have always kept my promise and you know this, I will take care of you afterwards, that’s what the lotion on the table is for, I love you and I just want what’s best for you and us. “
This was the first time he said he loved me, my lips started to stammer. My heart melted, I threw my arms around him almost started to cry right then and there telling him I was so sorry about what I did.
Holding me tightly he said, “I know honey, I know, but unfortunately I still have to keep another promise, you know me I always keep my word, so please no more arguments about this, ah?”
Looked directly at him and nodded. I stepped backed and asked him if I can have a pillow to hang on too with my hands. He went to his bedroom and returned with two pillows. He sat back down on the chair. With deep sigh, another whimper and lips stammering I slowly unsnapped the bottom of my jeans. Stopped for second.
Looking into his eyes, I started to slowly unzip my zipper, put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and hesitated again.
In a very calm voice he said, “it’ll be alright, I have sisters and you don’t have anything that I haven’t already seen.”
I slowly lowered just the back part of my jeans just below my butt cheeks and hesitated again look at him hopefully it would be far enough.
“All the way down, honey, all the way down! I’m sorry but it has to be all the way.”
Whimpering again, I slightly bent over pushing my jeans down to my where they bunched up at my knees. Stood up wearing only my superman panties and look directly into his eyes. “Mike can we just. . . .” as I tried to protest again.
He said, “you are going to bear through this situation and in this sense I mean bare, now cute as your superman panties are, you’re are going to have to get them down too, now come on, I understand that you are embarrassed but that’s the whole point.”
“Oh man this is going to hurt!” I slowly moved my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and again slowly started to pushed just the back part of them down too. Looked at him and he raised his eye brow.
“Well, it’s a whoopin it supposed to hurt honey, you’re my super girl and I very proud of you for accepting it. They come down all the way too.”
Lips stammering, I involuntarily tighten my butt a few times as I slowly pushed them down past my thighs to my knees and stood up covering myself, I was so embarrassed, jeans and panties to my knees standing there in front of the man whom I love, ready to take the whoopin of my life. I had been tanning and when my panties were down you can clearly see the tan lines. I was as white as could be where I had my swim suit bottoms on. I was scared and yet I also felt a sense of trust towards Mike, a bond that was there that I couldn’t explain. I hobbled forward to his side, lips still stammering asking him to just change his mind.
“Please do everything you can to keep your arms and hands around the pillow” he said handing me a pillow, “so I don’t want to hit them accidentally.
“I will, I’m really sorry about what I did and. . . “
He motioned with his hand and calmly interrupted “I know honey, now, no sense putting it off more than we already have. Alright, let’s get to the bottom of things and move on, ok?”.
I sighs, nodded and took the pillow and turned over his knee. I took a pillow and started to hug it as he adjusted me. He rested the wooden paddle on my backside and ask me the final question.
“First I have to tell you that you have very nice looking bottom, I didn’t realize how light you were because of your tan. But unfortunately, I’m going to have to tan your backside now too. Now, do you believe that if I paddle blisters into your backside that you won’t take my car or lie to me again?”
I wait for at least half a minute trying to stall to see if there was any way he might change his mind and just admire me instead.
“Kim, I’m waiting?”
“ok, ok,hmmmm how many swats am I going to get,” I asked still trying to stall.
“As many as it takes, how did I say I was going to paddle you for lying and taking my car without permission?
I hesitated again, “Kim, you need to answer me!”
I swallowed hard again, “you said you’d paddle blisters into my butt until I can’t sit for a week.”
“Ok, then how many are you going to get than, Kim?”
“oooooooo, I don’t know?”
“That’s right, now I’m going to ask you again, do you believe that if I give you a good licking that you’ll learn your lessen?”
Feeling the flatness of the wood paddle resting on my butt, I swallowed, I said, “Ok, ok, but please don’t spank that hard, I’m really sorry!”
“So is that a yes?”
Waited for few seconds more, just trying to stall. I was so embarrass and felt so vulnerable being over his knee like this, having my pants down like this and having this conversation.
He taped my butt with the paddle lightly, “Kim?”
“ooooo!” I Figured that I might as well get it over with, “ok, yes, yes, I won’t lie or take your car ever again, I’m really sorry Mike, I don’t have to count them do I?” With that, he raised the paddle. I squeezed my eyes and waited.

“I sorry I have to do this Kim, and no you don’t have to count, I doubt you will be able to count that fast!” “Count that fast, what you mean? How fast are yo. .. “

There were absolutely no warm up, no pause between swats. From start to finish he was literally swatting as hard and fast as he possibly could. I wanted to think that it would end quickly too but it didn’t. He made sure he got every inch of my backside, from the top to the bottom to and even underneath to my thighs. Ensuring that he give my bottom no rest. At first I was so determined not to cry or yell and I even tried to count. After the 30th to 40 swat or so I couldn’t take anymore and I couldn’t count.

My mind went into panic mode. “oochie oochie oochie!” I straightened up my entire body as stiff as a board, curled my toes and crossed my feet, squirmed, clenched and unclenched involuntarily.
“ok, ok ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t!” squeezing my pillow tighter and tighter as I and then started bucking and kicking like crazy.
Whack after whack, fast and hard and there was no signs of him letting up. I had no time recover between swats and it went on and on.
“ouchi, ouchi, ouchi, ouheeeeeeee!” I lost all ability to make actual words. I bit into the pillow and I just seem to loss all sense of thinking. I just remember how bad it was stinging and how painfully that damn paddle was burning my backside. The paddle was just long enough to hit both cheeks at once and just hard enough not to break. It hit one spot over and over then he would move to a different area. After a while all I could do at this point was just scream at the top of my lungs. Load long and ruthenic bursts of screeching. “ahhhhhhhh!” pause, “ahhhhhhhhh!” pause, pause, “ahhhhhhhhhh!” pause, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” pause, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” At one point I tried to get off his lap and involuntarily put my hand back, I just couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped for second, lifted my body and put me over one knee placing his leg and scissor locked min. He caught my hand and held it to my back, I was trapped and he was not done. I remember him stating clearly, “Nope, we aren’t done yet!” As he continued with the flurry of swats. The smacks of the paddle when on for what seems liked forever. The swats were coming so hard and fast I could barely breathe. I was crying and screaming now in searing pain as the paddle smack my backside and upper thighs. I let go of the pillow and started scratching the floor trying to pull myself forward, but to no avail. He kept his pace up still whacking as hard and as fast as he could. He was spanking the living daylights out of me. I than started hammering my fist to the floor, thrashing my head about and screaming, crying profusely and out of control. He was not letting up. When he finally stopped and it over I was bawling, hiccuping, and crying out of control. He let me up and I stood straight up doing what he called the spanking hop. Jumping up and down holding and rubbing my backside while crying in my cowboy boots. After a while I calmed down enough to stand in on place, he stood up set the paddle down and out stretched his arms for me to come to him. I must have been quite a site, my hair was a mess, my entire backside blistered, snot running out of my nose, pants down to my boots, panties still to my knees, trying to get my breathing under control. I hobbled over to him and started crying all over again in his arms as I was trying to rub the sting away. True to his word, he blistered my butt and upper thighs, literally my boyfriend paddled me good and hard. I never felt so vulnerable and secure at the same time as I did just then. I just stood in his arms for what seem like forever until I could breathe normally.
My butt really stung and was sensitive to touch.

“I love you Kim and I don’t want to have to do that again.” He said, “would you like me to put some lotion on you before you get your pants back up?”
This time I threw my arms around him again, nodded and started crying again. “I’m so sorry I took your car and tried to lie about it. I won’t ever do that again Mike.” This was the first time my boyfriend paddled me, first time he ever saw be bare and I never touched his car without permission or lied to him again.

9 thoughts on “Spanking Story – Anonymous

  1. Michael Cook says:
    This is a true story but the names have been changed for privacy: I have been in my apartment for about three month before a 23 year old woman moved in from out of town. She was a red headed Irish girl, fairly petite but only about 5’3 tall. I was 6′ and in great shape myself because I was a personal training and nutritional counselor at the local gym after finished college degree as a nutritionist. Her name was Lori and got a job at the local hospital as nurse. At first we only met in passing. She worked four days on and three day off or something like that. Than we started having tea together, I didn’t drink and neither did she. Other times we took turns paying for delivery or cooking. We had committed to be just friends. Best friend to be specific. It’s been about a year and were pretty close as friends but nothing more. We were pretty opposite in a lot of thing. She very anal about everything and at time seems to be a bit wound up. I’ve never seen her cry, she was a prideful and very self-reliant, in fact, she was too self-reliant for her own good. Never asked anymore for help but willing to help others. She seemed very controlling. This of course was a big turn off for me; which is why I was ok with just being good friends. I help her get a membership at the gym I worked at. We had a routine of having dinner or enjoying a movie at either her place or mine at least once a week sometimes twice. Something we just went out and had coffee. In past year she had a boyfriend but broke up with him after 4 mounts. We were pretty close but not romantically involved. More like a special brother and sister at heart. One day we decided to order Chinese delivery at my place when I got off. When I got home, I called her and told her I was ready for her to come over. We decided to ha e some tea as we waited for the delivery came. “Mike, can I ask you a personal question?” “Yes, what do you want to know?” “Did you ever get a spanking when you were a kid?” “Oh, yeah of course, I got a good hiding when I needed it.” “Hiding? Is that what they called it, ah?” “Yup, we got it good but we ever did the same thing again, that’s for sure.” “Yeah, we got them too.” “Why do you ask?” “Well, I want to ask for your help but I’m not sure how you‘ll take it.” “Well, if I can help, I’d be happy help. What is it?” “Well, it’s like a dam, sort of. Imagine a dam holding back an entire lake and the waters are pressing against the wall of the dam. You want that dam to burst and release all the pressure but you can’t do it yourself. Now if you knew for certain, there was a way to alleviate that pressure and let the water flow and couldn’t do yourself and knew someone else could, wouldn’t you ask for help; especially if you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would benefit and help you?” “Well, yeah, if I needed help, I asked for it. So what you getting at Lori?” “Well, you see, pretend that the water are feelings that are trapped behind that dam. And the dam is a tenaciously over protective nature that’s made of walls that doesn’t come down very easily. It’s holding back the all the feeling and that it’s just building and building up worse and worse. The only way to break through the outside of the dam is chip away at it until it crumbles. You know what I mean?” I wasn’t quite sure where she was going but I got more curious but I really wasn’t getting it. “Yeah, I can understand that, so you want to break a dam that you build or rebuild one?” “No silly, I need help breaking it down. Would you help me?” “Help you, how? You said that the water are feeling, right?” “Yeah, you see, I’m not a nice person sometimes, and I can be overly controlling and bitchy at times. I get over confident at times and start treating other badly. At times it feels good, and I blame them, but then I get all this guilt about what I did and how I treated them. I sometimes need to be taken down a notch in life. Sometimes, I have to have a good cry. It can be very cathartic you know. I learned in nursing school that some type of deep tears releases toxins, pent-up emotions, and easing stress. Crying that is authentic and mortal is a means of helping ourselves release stress and simply feel better. Crying is the body’s reaction to something external. It’s a beautiful thing. On top of that is. . .” Ok, she was missing me, it sound like she was building a case for a jury or something. I just had to interrupt her. “Ok, ok, I get it, crying is good for us, I don’t know all that medical stuff but I get it. So what does that have to me? What does that have to with this dam inside you, isn’t that what you referring too, right?” She got a little quiet; I wasn’t sure what to do. I put my hand on hers. I just wanted to fix it. “Mike, like I said, I can be bitchy, and sometimes I’m not nice to others around me. This comes from a swell of emotions that are all dammed up inside. The dam is made of strong stones of pride and unwillingness to let myself be venerable to others. See, I’ve been here before and a roommate of mine help before but she lives somewhere else. I’ve made a lot of friends since I moved here but none of them, even some of girlfriends aren’t as close to me as you. So, as uncomfortable as it, inside, I am going to try to trust you with my solution. But I’m afraid you will think I’m crazy.” We’ll, really was curious at this point. Still didn’t know where she was going with all this. “So, how did you ex-roommate help you and how can I help you?” “Well, after good hard cathartic sob, I felt so centered, focused and I felt better about myself and started treating other better too. I just needed to have that release. That dam was removed so that I don’t feel so bottled up inside. You understand that, right?” “Of course but what does all this mean, how I help?” Letting out a deep sigh she said, “Ok, here we go! I know you’re going to think I’m crazy. . .” Getting confused and a little frustrated as she seemed to be beating around a bush. “Lori, what, what can I do to help?” “ok, ok, I need you to help me cry!” “Help you cry?” “That right, and I don’t mean a few tears, I mean help me break that dam inside me and let it all out. I mean sobbing. So I can have that release and cry until I am completely drained emotionally. Also, I need you to be there and let me cry while holding until I regain my composure. This is an intimate position though for me. Because, I have trust issues and I know I have trust someone and you’re my closest friend I have here. I know it may sound crazy but I going to go crazy if I don’t. You are also the most mature person I know who I am willing to trust help me.” I couldn’t believe what she saying. She wanted me to help her cry. Wasn’t sure how I could, I mean, I had no idea where she was going and what she was going to propose how I would be able to help her. “So, how could I help you cry? I mean how your ex-roommate helped you. What did she say or do to help you cry that deeply?” “Well, I needed someone I could trust explicitly. Someone, who, especially since you’re a guy, I believe wouldn’t try to take advantage of me and that venerable position. I would trust you if you would be willing to help me and. . .” “Ok, ok, Lori, how do you propose I help you cry and how did your friend help you a few years ago?” “S. . .sh. . . she, well, I mean, I asked her to hmmm. . .I let her. . .I asked her to. . .” Now, I was getting frustrated with her hesitation. “Lori!” “Ok, ok, I asked her to give me a good spanking.” “A spanking, you have kind of a kinky side to you, don’t you?” “No, not like that, I mean, I hate spanking especially ones like that. But I do know the benefits that come afterwards. Its hurts like hell, and I had bruises and blisters for a few days. But I was so centered and complete release from the flood emotions that was bottled up as I cried it all out. Crying is a release, a way to purge negative emotions that are bottled up and vomited upon others. Sometimes you just need a good blistering to take you down a notch in life too. I know what I’m say maybe strange or extreme but, Tracy helped me before so I know it’s what I needed. Would you be willing to help me?” I sat back in my chair in shock. She wanted me to spank. I’ve never spanked anymore before. I wasn’t into hurting women. On the other side, I felt a little aroused by the idea. I was in conflict. But now she got my attention. “So what are talking about here, a few good swats to get you to crying? I mean what do you mean when you say a good blistering?” “I know its sound stupid but, just what it supposed to be, a good old fashion spanking until I am crying and bawling. Despite what I say at the time, going past my resistance and the walls that are holding back and pushing through until I am sobbing. See sometimes pain is good. That dam is holding back a flood of emotions and tears and a lot of regret. The dam is built with resistance and pride needs to chipped away at or spanked until it comes down. Can you understand?” “Wow, well, I guess, I’m going to have to need more information before I agree to help you. What do you mean someone not taking advantage of you?” “Mike, I’m not looking for some sexy weird thing here. I know a lot of guys would turn it into that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m not interested in some role play fantasy either. It’s just about me. I’ve known you ever since I moved here and you’re are very trustworthy and mature. I’m willing to submit to something that’s going to put me in a very vulnerable position and allow myself to be emotionally exposed. I need someone mature enough to be there for me and not try having sex or anything else. Do you think you can manage that?” “Ok, let’s say, I do help and of course not take advantage of you, which, I would never do. How did your friend get you to that point. . .and. . ” “Before, I answer you are really willing to help me for my sake or just getting turned on by the idea of giving me a whoopin?” “I am thinking about it and yes to try to help you, but I need some more information, so I know what to expect and exactly what are you expecting from me. “Oh, Mike, I knew I could trust you. I know it’s strange but you have no idea how much this really means to me. But I have your promise, no turning into anything else, especially when I at that point of cathartically crying, right?” I leaned forward and put my hand on hers, “I promise you Lori, I wouldn’t touch you in any way that you don’t approve of, but I’m going to need to clarify a lot things before we decide anything.” “Mike, you see, now I know what I’m proposing may sound unpleasantly severe but I’ve been through this before and I know how much it helps. It puts me in a place to release some of the emotional baggage that weighs me down, clouds my vision, and makes be bitchy, its hurts me even more so than the pain of a hard spanking. It will break through my pride and natural stubborn nature and bring back down to reality.” She made her case and was now starting to ramble, like all girls she tends to over to it, as if I don’t get. I was starting to feel she was starting to nag her case. I had to interrupted her. “Lori, Lori, ok, ok I get it, you don’t need to keep on. Maybe you need to take a deep breath, slow down and let’s take this one step at a time. I am willing to help you but we really need to talk this out first, ok!” She stopped, exhaled and said, “Ok, but you don’t feel I’m crazy do you?” “I don’t think you’re crazy, Lori, and I’m convinced that you’re serious. But I just want to make everything clear, ok?” “Alright” “Now, tell me, what exactly what this point of car. .cath. ” I couldn’t announce it but she finished it. “Cathartic crying?” “Yes, what exactly is it and how did you get to that point before?” “Ok, I subconsciously am very resistant to allowing myself to let go and cry to the point of emotional release. I mean sobbing out all my feeling. This type of sobbing can be very cleansing. It releases chemicals in our brain and refreshes our outlook on life and calms us. At this point, I am pouring my heart out in tears and weeping. It’s very therapeutic for us. For some reason, I don’t allow myself to do this on my own. I have deep emotional blocks most of the time a good hard spanking creates a catalyst break down barriers and start the process. It’s not just any spanking though. I have a very high pain tolerance and naturally I also have a stubborn will consciously and subconsciously. So, I’m talking about a real spanking that brings me to my pain threshold to that point where my brain, my emotions and my will are in conflict. When I reach that point where I’m fighting with the pain and I need to be pushed to the point I am finally past that.” “So you talking about the point between consciously and subconsciously giving in and allowing you to accept what’s happening. To the point of fight or flight instinct kicks in and resistance and surrender, right?” “Exactly, that moment of still trying to fight with distress caused by pain and allowing myself to let go. See, pain isn’t always a bad thing. You know that that kind of pain that can be extreme but once I’m at that point, I have to be forced to be pushed past that and I either surrender or bail out. I maybe be screaming but not crying but if I’m past that point and allow myself to surrender than the dam will burst. I need you to make sure I am beyond just a few tears to where I’m past just screaming from the pain and into cathartic sobbing. Then, I’m at that point letting go and that dam bursts and all those emotions are being released into crying, sobbing and bawling. Do you understand?” I got it that time, man, I starting to think that she needs some help, but then I realize she is asking for help but I didn’t like the idea of forcing her to do anything. “”Ok, but I don’t like the idea of forcing you to endure anything. If I decide to give you want you want, I’m not going to fight with you physically force in place.” “Well, first, you won’t be forcing me to push past that, the pain and psychological duress of the spanking will. The spanking will ignite that catalystic stress between pain and surrender. I can’t consciousness push myself past that; I need someone else to help me push myself past the point of no return. Physically, I want the spanking to stop and I might be at the point to need the pain to stop. Yes, the pain is incredible and I’m at the point that I can’t take anymore, I’m fighting the pain and consciously I don’t want it to continue; but subconsciously I need to be pushed past it until I’m crying and not just screaming, which I will be. You need to make it so intense that, that choice is removed from me to the point of no return. Until I’m bawling and sobbing and surrender and give in. You know what I mean, a real spanking, like what we got when we younger but an adult equivalent. Does that make sense?” “Lori, I’ve been there when I got my share of lickings when I was younger. What happens when you naturally and instinctive start resisting, kicking, covering, fussing for me to stop, etc., you’re going to tell me you’re not going to be doing that?” “No, in fact, I know I will, but that’s where you come in. I need you to ignore all my fussing and carrying on until I get to that point. If fact that’s when I need you to turn up the intensity and push me all the way over the edge and then some; you know what I mean?” “Wait, wait a minute, now you’re talking about a situation that isn’t consensual. At that point when you fussing and carrying as you put it and the second you are asking me to stop, I can’t just ignore you, because than it wouldn’t be something that you aren’t consenting too. That puts me in a very precarious position and that could go wrong on so many levels and so many ways.” I couldn’t believe how nonchalantly she talking about it. There was no fear, no trepidation, just as a matter of fact about it. I always knew she was very type A personality and to controlling but now she was talking about giving up that control. “Mike, I understand, but you could say that I am willingly consenting to place myself into a nonconsensual position. I too have experience this when I was younger and a few years ago when Tracy helped me. I was sobbing and bawling for at least a good hour after the spanking and you know what, I was not only grateful to her, we became a lot closer, she’s like a sister to me now. A lot of bounding happened. Sure, I had bruises, blisters and some welts for a few days but they healed just fine. I heal pretty quick. However, I was a lot more centered and focused. I made my way through nursing school with straight A’s, in fact I was the top of my class. I was treating others with more respect and more patience too. It was just what I needed and exactly what I need now.” “Welts blister and bruises?” “Yeah, we tried with just her hand at first but it wasn’t getting very far. We talk and few days later when the opportunity arose, she used a belt and it worked.” “So, you want me to beat your ass senselessly, like a real old fashion whoopin?” She softly said, “Well, yes and no! I want to know that you’re in the right state of mind, calm cool and collective. And, yes, I want you to give me a real honest to goodness ass whoopin until all the fight and flight is over and to the point that I am absolutely surrendering to it, to the point of tears and beyond to sobbing. Then, it’s up to me and the dam is broke and the real flood is released, and I am cathartically crying. That’s what I’m asking for, and yes, I’m consenting for you to push me past my fussing and carrying on to the point of real bawling. But only if you think you can to do it for me and not turn it into some kinky turn on or pleasure that you think I’m going have from it. And only if believe you can do it without turning it in a prelude to anything sexual. This is about me and my emotional turmoil not about sex. To be truthful, I’m going to absolutely hate it but it’s what I need. I might start to plead for you to stop, but I need you to ignore that at the time. Not mercilessly beating me, but intentionally spanking me to help me get to that point of conflict in me. To take me down a notch in life and help me cathartically cry. Mike you are my closest friend here, and I’m taking a great risk trusting you, especially since you’re a guy. In fact, you’re only guy I ever trusted, you’re the only one here, even among my girlfriends, I felt is mature enough that I could trust to help me. I believe you are mature enough to handle it and I am choosing you to be trusted with my deepest secrete. I expect you to keep it between us too. On top. . .” She was rambling again, and I think I finally got, she just needs emotional release and choose the means of a spanking as a catalyst to help her get it. But I couldn’t handle her rambling. I really respected her a lot for trusting me. I felt honored that she wanted me to help her. I respect the fact she knows what she needs. After all, while it may be any another guys dream come true to beat a girls ass to the point of tears, I wasn’t really into that. But I realize now that she’s wasn’t really kinky but understanding inside her she need some help. Putting my hand on hers hand to softly interrupt her. . . “Lori, ok, ok, I’ll help you. We can do this as long as you remember that you’re the one who asked for it, ok?” She got up and gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you Mike, thank you!” “I still have a few questions though.” “Of course, yeah, what are they?” “You said your friend had to use a belt. Tell me how all that went down. And how many swats are we talking about?” “Well, as to how many swats, well as many as it takes. I’m not sure. Part of the mindset I have to have going in, is understanding that it wasn’t going to stop until I surrendered to it. If I knew there were a certain number of swats, through determination; I would be counting them and just hold back inside until I reached it and not focusing on allowing myself to give in and let go. That would be counterproductive. You see, knowing that there no set number helps me mentally in the process, its half the battle. It helps me psychology start the process.” “So has far as you’re concerned, there’s not going to be a specified number, right?” “That’s right, knowing that I’m going in it until I surrender is half the mental battle, so I don’t want to know how many it’s going to be. Tracy said afterwards that she didn’t really know either. Does that make sense?” “Well, I guess it does. Did Tracy, start out with the belt right away?” “No, she repeated the hand spanking a few day earlier. After that, she used a belt.” “What position were you in?” “Well, for the hand spanking I was over her knee, than used the belt, still over her knee. She couldn’t get a full force swing and was only making a mild impact. Remember, I have a very high pain tolerance and I was resisting the pain. I was fighting inside and trying to hold back from giving in. She told me to lay down on the bed, I got a lot whacks, somehow she saw I was coming close to my pain threshold. I was at the moment of pain and surrender, fight and giving in. Then she turned up the intensity and really started wailing on my backside with full force swings really really hard and eventually something snap inside and I broke and started screaming. It wasn’t long after that I started crying. It still took a quite few more and she continued until I stop resistance to the point I sobbing out of control.” I still couldn’t believe what she was asking me to do. But I was going to try to help her. I wanted help and I also could help but get turned a little bit by the prospect too, even though I wasn’t into inflicting pain on others. But if she really believes that she needs this as a emotional release that I was willing to help her. “Ok, you also mentioned about holding you afterwards, you want me to stick around after all that?” “Absolutely, that’s when I’m going to need you the most. I’m going to need you to hold me and comfort me while I sob it out. It’s almost like bleeding emotionally. I’m going to very vulnerable. But I need to tell you, the sobbing and crying will come in waves. I’m basically baring my soul and allowing myself to be completely vulnerable and emotionally exposed. I will be feeling a flood of emotions that I won’t even be able to understand. I’ll will be releasing bad feeling and apologizing like crazy. But I don’t need you say a thing, you can’t fix it. All I want you to in that moment is hold me and be there for me. I will be in incredible vulnerable and I absolutely need to know and trust you won’t try anything sexual with me or try to manipulate the situation. Like I said, you are the only guy I’ve ever trusted with this, but so please don’t turn a beautiful situation into something sensual. I have to know you’re not going to do that. Can you do that?” “Absolutely, I promise, I will be a perfect gentlemen afterwards.” “Another thing, before this all happens, I need you to take charge. Be commanding but not condescending. You may have to be assertive with me but I don’t want you to be mean. I will naturally hesitate, you know flinch in the moment. I maybe be small, but I may naturally carry on or resist. I need you to be direct. You can even hold my arms in the back of me or lock my legs while you’re in the process if I am over your knee. I’m consenting for you to really take charge, remember I am consenting for it to be a nonconsensual whoopin. But, you only have consent to touch and hit my backside nothing more. As long as you are don’t try anything else. I’ll do my part to corporate and follow anything you say. Are we in agreement?” “Lori, I will only touch and beat on your backside, I will not try to compromise your vulnerable position. However, we are talking about a real ass whippin. You sure you won’t be angry with me if I ignore any pleads or fussing to stop, because, I will if that’s what you really want? You are, as you put it consenting to what will be at the moment a nonconsensual butt beating?” “I promise I won’t be angry, Mike! And yes, that’s exactly what I want, expect and need.” I didn’t want to bring it up and I didn’t want to push it either. I wasn’t sure how to ask her but I had to know. “One last question, Lori, and I have bring this up, especially since I’m a guy, are you expecting to have any protection? I mean, a real spanking like what you’re asking for is usually. . Hmm. . . I mean. . .when I was a younger I didn’t have. . .hmmm. . . ” “Mike, you mean I am expecting to have to take my pants down and be bare butt or not?” “Yeah, that what I mean?” “Well, Mike I’m going to have to really trust you. I am just going to have to relinquish control if it’s really going to be a willingness on my part to be nonconsensual. You’re the one that going to in charge in the moment, not me. I’m promising to follow your direction. You’re the one spanking me; I’m the one asking for your help. It only fair that you are the one that makes that decision; you would be the one calling the shot, not me.” I couldn’t believe what I just heard. She was and is willing to let me see and beat her bare behind. Ok, now I was little turned on about that prospect. Not that part of beating her ass, per say but to see your bare ass. I found her attractive but I know I was going be turned on by that. “You’re serious aren’t you?” “Yes, tomorrow you’ll be in charge not me. Oh, if we are successfully, I am going to need a follow up spanking about a week and half later. To reinforce in my psyche to treat others better and to keep me centered afterwards. After that, I won’t need anymore.” “I’m sorry, you said another one?” “Yeah, the first one is for emotional release and the second one as a reminder in life. That one would is more my way of self-discipline by submitting to a discipline spanking. It’s how my brain works. I don’t expect you to understand but if you don’t feel comfortable with it, I’d understand and. . .” “Lori, I’m here to help you and if you truly are serious and you need a safe person to give a good real ass whoopin now and then, without turning into something else, than I want to be there for you. Even though I don’t like the idea of hurting you, I am willing to try to help you.” “Well, you personally won’t be hurting me the spanking is what’s going to hurt, but it what I need every few years or so and. . ” I didn’t want her to start rambling again as her tone suggest. “Ok, ok, Lori, so when do you want to do this? “Well, I feel that we both need to sleep on it tonight, I’m off for next two days, can we wait until tomorrow, after you get home?” “Yeah, we can do that, but be careful what you ask for it could be a pain in the ass you know?” As I give her a little chuckle. The food arrived and we ate and watched a movie. I went to bed but couldn’t sleep. I just had to let all this sink in. Tomorrow, I’m going to give Lori a real hard bare ass whipping, that she wants. I wasn’t looking forward having to hurt her but she is asking for it. But to see her bare ass and be able to touch turned me a lot. I also started have some anxiety myself. I really wasn’t into hitting women but she wanted me to give her a good ass whoopin. I didn’t know what to think. But I decided that I was going to go through with it if she was. I figured that if she really wanted and need a good spanking, I was going to make sure she got it. After all it’s the neighborly thing to do and we were good friends and she was trusting me to help her. I had some PTO that I haven’t used and I decided to call tomorrow and stay home. I’ll talk to her about doing this in the late morning. So I texted her because I knew she was still up. “Hey, I taking some PTO tomorrow and will be free in late morning. Would that be a good time?” “Oh, wow, yeah, what time?” “About 10:30-11″ “Ok, just text me when you up and you are ready” “Ok” I still couldn’t sleep much. I really did understand everything. My good friend next door who wants me to beat her bare ass really hard until she beyond tears. My mind was wondering. I was thinking if she was really serious or was it test. I had a feeling though she was serious. I woke up, went on a morning jog, got home took a shower and ate some breakfast. I was feeling that anxiety again. I finally decided to text her. “You up?” “Yup, you want to come over here or you want me come over there?” “I’ll be there is a second.” “Ok” Our apartments were both on the top floor and our front doors were only a few steps way. I went over and knocked softly. She came to the door. She had more of a softer look than she normally has. She invited me and in and I motioned for us to sit down on the couch. “Lori, are still willing and asking for my help like we talked about last night?” She swallowed hard and said, “Yes, as long as you promise to not take advantage of me or turn it into something that its not?” “I promise, I won’t Lori, I just want to help you.” As I said this I saw her exhaled and her entire disposition relaxed. Her lips started stammering a little. “So, am I getting it here or your place?” “Well, first, I have to tell, I have a lot of respect for you. Because as painful as this is going to be, you are strong enough to know exactly what you need and you have the courage to ask for help and submit yourself to it. Now that being said, I have every intention on following through and help you. I’m going to go back to my place; I’m going to leave the door unlocked. You can collect your thoughts, go to the bathroom etc. You can come over when you’re ready. Only come over if you are 100% sure you’re committed to accepting it. You can text me if you want to back out and I won’t think any less of you than I do now. But if come over, you don’t have to knock, just come on in. Once you shut the door, I’m in charge and you can expect to get the spanking that you want. We’ll talk about the rest if and when you come over. You can take as much time as you want. It’s now 11, if I don’t see or hear from you by 1, I will assume you backed out and I will go about my day, ok!” She nodded to acknowledge what I said. I got up and she did too. I turned to go back to my place when she gently touched my arm. I turned towards her again and she threw her arms around me gave me a big hug. “I’m as afraid as you are Mike, but I know I need this, I don’t necessarily want this but I need this, it worked before and I know it will work today. I’ll see you in a few moments. Thank you!” I went back to place and the anxiety come rushing through me. I was slightly turned on but didn’t know why. I certainly didn’t revile in the idea that I was going to have inflicted serious pain to her backside but I was determined to make sure she got what she wanted and asked for. I was feeling butterfly in my stomach and I wasn’t the getting the getting my ass beat. I wonder what was going through her mind. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on the couch. I was wearing a clean pair of sweat pants and tee shirt. I was thinking about what I can use beside a belt. Then I saw the solid oak back scratcher my sister got from Germany for me. It was wide enough to have a good flat surface and strong enough that I knew it wouldn’t break. I was thinking that maybe it would sure sting like all get out without the thudiness of a paddle. Being petite like she was, she really didn’t have a big butt. It was muscular enough for her little size. I was thinking I can give a good dose of that after I wear my hand out on her; then use a belt on her to finish it, if I had too. Man look at me, I was thinking about what I could use for the demise of someone else backside. I would’ve never thought I would be thinking about this what I could use to beat someone else’s ass to this extreme a few days ago. I decided to turn on the TV and wait to keep my mind off it. It must have been about 20 minutes or so and then, I heard the door open slowly and a soft voice. “Mike, are you here?” “Yeah, I’m back here in the living room!” I motioned for her sit down. “Ok Lori, the there’s a few things I want to make clear. First, I will not take advantage of you in any way. Secondly, there only one thing I’m going to tell you. When I got a whoopin, it was my entire backside; butt and upper thighs were all targets. You should expect the same. Thirdly, I don’t think and will not think anything less of you when you cry. You don’t have to be afraid of letting your guard down. And, I only have one question for you. How do I determined when stop, how did Tracy make that decision?” She swallowed hard, made direct eye contact and said, “That wouldn’t be my decision, it would be yours.” “So, you’re talking about unlimited swats, there is no specified number, this ass whipping absolutely will not stop until I see fit, you don’t decided when it ends even if you start crying, is that right?” She swallowed hard again and said, “Yeah, I guess so, I’m going to have to trust you when you feel I’ve had enough. I guess that’s what a real spanking is, I’m a little scared though but I’m not backing out and it is what we agreed too. I am making a choice to trust you with my backside, Mike.” “Ok, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s see if we can break down a dam shall we.” I got up and waved my hand towards the dining room where the table and chairs were. She got up and slowly walked in front of me. I actually looked at her cute little backside. I turned a chair around and sat down. “Alright Lori, I want you to go into my room and get both large head pillows and come back.” She froze for a second and meekly said, “Yes sir,” She slowly walked toward my room. Wow she gave me a “yes sir” that was just about the most respectful thing, I ever heard her say to anyone in that tone of voice. I just couldn’t believe what I heard. In a little over a year knowing her, she’d always been pretty abrasive and direct with me and others. She returned with the pillows. I took one and put it on my lap, then told her, “Take the other one and put on the couch in the living room and come back.” With a confused look, she said, “Ok” and did what I told her. She came back and stood at my side with her hands behind her. Only 5’3 we were almost eye to eye and I was sitting down. I gently took her right arm until I had a hold of her wrist out from behind her but didn’t pull. “Lori, we will never be in the bedroom. We’re going to stay out here so that there no confusion and misinterpretation. Now, lay over my lap, I expect you to stay in place, hang on and keep your hands in front of you.” She didn’t say anything, she bent over and I adjusted her in such a way that she was lying almost flat with her backside in front of me. I moved my legs a little further apart to stabilize her. Placing my hand on her butt she twitched for a second. “Ok, here we go!” I started smacking her upper thighs on both legs over and over. I put a certain amount of force and got only a few “ohhh’s” out of her. Then I picked up strength after a minute, I wasn’t over quickly only about one per second. smack. . .snack. . .smack. . .smack . . .snack. . .smack. . .smack. . .snack. . .smack. . .smack. . .snack. . .smack. . .smack. . .snack. . .smack. . .smack. . .snack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack I was really starting to hit pretty hard now and only hitting her upper thighs and sit spot, alternatively smacking each leg. She was wiggling some when I picked up the pace some hitting her faster and faster. smack. .snack. .smack. .smack. .snack. .smack. .smack. .snack. .smack. .smack. .snack. .smack. . smack. .snack. .smack. .smack. .snack. .smack. .smack. . smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack I know she was feeling it now because I was getting more of a reaction from her. I was now hitting pretty fast and hard now. With a few more “ohhh’s” and she was starting to flutter her feet more and more. This went on for about a good solid minute and a half too two minutes. My hand started to hurt as it hit the ridges of her jean pockets a few times. I stop and told her to get up. I help her up and she started rubbing backside. “Ouchhhh, that smarted” Now I hesitated and watched her as she was rubbing. But now I had to turn it up a notch as she would say. I was definitely more confident about the situation. I softly pop the side of her leg. “Well, not as much as it going to smart. Ok, now I want to pull your jeans down, just to your knees and only your jeans.” She froze for a second stopped rubbing and just looked at me. “Come on, you knew this was going to happen and don’t try to tell me otherwise. Now come on take them down.” She let out a deep breath she said, “Ohhhh, I hate this part,” as she moved her hand over her belt buckle. I was starting to get aroused as she pulled the buckle loose and pull the flap out from the latch. I had to stay focused and wasn’t giving in to it. She looked at me and hesitated again. “Come on Lori, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already. I have three sisters. It’ll be ok, now come lower them.” She slowly up snapped the front bottom and slowly slid the zipper down. I could tell, she didn’t want to do it. But this was the point of no return. She hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and slowly pushed them down to her knees. She had on some cute blue bikini styles panties with white and red flowers on them. She stood up and hobbled forward a few steps as she was covering the front of her. I could tell, she was a little embarrassed. I motioned for her to go back over my lap. When she did, I could see her beautiful shaped bottom. As I adjusted her again to lay her flat she clenched and unclenched her cheeks together involuntarily. When she did, I could almost see the muscular definition on the side of her cheeks through the panties. I was very turned on and was hoping she couldn’t notice with the pillow between her and I. Her thighs she pretty pink colored from where I had been spanking her. I rested my hand on the back of her thigh making sure my hand did slide anywhere else. “Ok, Lori, now it’s going to sting a little more. Hang on and keep your hands out of the way.” I raised my hand and started to spanking her again with some pretty good force. I made sure my hand wasn’t cupped and landed as flat as I could against the bare skin of her thighs and maximize the sting force of my hand. This time, I was smacking fast from the beginning. She started jumping and shifting her legs up and down. I was focusing the swats to sit spot and upper thighs which were half bare and half covered with her panties. Her hand flew back and I firmly and quickly said without stopping, “Nope, keep your hands in front of you, Lori!” She moved her arms out straight and balled up her fists. smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack smack, smack “Ouuuuuu, ouch, ouuuuu, ouch, ouchieee, ouchieee, not the same spot, not the same spot, ouuuu, ok, ok, not the same spot. . .” The sound of my hand smacking her bare skin echoed through the apartment. I went on for another couple of minutes as she was really fluttering her feet and legs now. She was now really starting to feel it that’s for sure. The back her thighs were now a bright red all over on both sides. My hand was actually starting to sting a little. I stopped and gave a little smack on the center of her bottom and told her get up. I help her up and she stomped around in circles rubbing her thighs and lower part of her backside. “Shit, ouuuuuu, shit, shit that hurt, dam that hurt, ouuuuuu, shit, ouuuu” I’ve never spanked anymore before and I know that was a pretty hard and long spanking. I was thinking that maybe I didn’t know what I was doing. Maybe I just didn’t know how to spank her good enough. But on the other hand she did look pretty darn cute stomping her feet like that and rubbing, all time her jeans were down to her knees in her panties like that. She must have stomped around for good 15-20 seconds or so. I knew it hurt but she wasn’t anywhere close to crying. She did have a high pain tolerance, because I was spanking her pretty hard. Well, I guess it was to turn it a notch. After she stopped stomping, she stood in one place and looked me. “Ok, get you pants up if you need too. But go into the living room and on the coffee table you’ll find the oak back scratchers and bring it back here.” “Ohhh, Mike not that thing, I thought you were going to use. . .” “Lori, you don’t get to call the shots here, you wanted a hiding and I’m going to give it to you in the way I decide. No arguments go get it and bring back here.” I saw for the first time trepidation in her eyes. She pulled her pants back and for some reason completely fastened and buckled her belt back together too. Letting out a big sign she walk around the corner to the living room. I thought she was going to bail out of this but she didn’t. She slowly walked back to me. When she reached me, she held out and handed offered it to me. With a softer and more humble voice she said, “Mike, I’m sorry, it’s just I forgot how much it may hurt. I’m just struggling with situation and you don’t deserve it. I know I’m sending you mixed messages. I never thought you‘d be spanking my thighs like that. I went this far, I’m determined to let this happen. I just need you to help me be more cooperative because I know it’s going to get worse.” I did know what to say or do. I figured she just needs some reassurances. I stood up and opened my arms to offer her a hug. She threw her arms around me and I embraced her. I just held her for a about a minute. “Lori, I don’t know what I’m doing here either. I’ve never spanked anyone before. Do you really want to continue?” She nodded her head in my chest. “Ok, than, I’m going to have to spank you much harder, you know that right?” Again she nodded, “yeah, I know, I’m just a little afraid, right now and I appreciate you holding me. Mike, I trust you now more than ever and I feel more and more secure with you. You’re in charge and you have to be, I’m just still fighting inside.” I gently pushed her back, “Well, let get to the end of your inner fight shall we?” She nodded and I sat down. She held out the back scratcher again. I took it and tapped her jeans again. “Well, you know the deal, drop your jeans!” She once again slowly unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans. “Ohhhh, doesn’t really have be all the way down to my knees?” “Yes, all the way down, drop them!” “Ohhhh, not my thighs again.” As she slowly hooked her thumbs on the inside of her jeans and as slowly as she could started pushing them down again. “Lori, your going to have to be a little less slow, it only putting it off and that’s not helping you.” She pushed them down and stood up. I did even comment about that about the thighs question. She then shifted a few steps and was about to lay over my lap again. I reached up and caught her arm as gently as I could. “Lori, now I’m going to spanking your butt so panties come down for this one. Your bottom is going have to be bare this time. So take them down too!” Her lips started stammering and she swallowed hard. I let go of her arm. She stood up straight and exhaled deeply. For the first time, I saw a look of defiance in her eyes for just a second. “Do I have to, I mean. . . ?” “Panties down to your lap, Lori! And the answer is yes, now drop your draws and get over my knee!” Her face turned from pride to a look of trepidation. She hooked in the inside of the elastic band of her panties. Her fingers were trembling and I could tell she was struggling. But I let her fight with it and didn’t say anything more. She hobbled over to the very edge of my lap. She slowly pushed them down, got them to her knees. She didn’t really stand all the way up, just enough to lean forward and laid over the pillow across my lap. I stopped for a second and just looked at her. I was now aroused but I’m sure with the pillow between us she couldn’t tell. She had a beautiful bottom. She was still pretty red on her lower bottom and thighs. But very white everywhere else. She was very muscular and her little bottom was something to behold. She had these small little freckles in some spots. But I quickly focused back at what I had to do. I set the back stretcher on the floor. I rested my hand on the center of her bottom. I was tapping as I was talking. “Ok, Lori, I only going tell you once, you keep your hands in front of you. Hold on to the chair leg or even mine leg if you have too. I’m going wear my hand out on your butt good and hard. Then, I’m going use the back scratcher and paddle the living daily lights out of your entire backside. You can kick, fuss and cuss all you wanted, as long as you don’t get your feet or hands in the way. There’s no specified number of swats, it will stop when I decided too and not until. Understand?” “Ohhhh, yes sir!” “Ok, here we go!” I didn’t bother with starting out softly. I was determines to wear my hand out again before I paddle her good with that back scratcher. smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack . . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack . . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack . . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack . . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack. . smack. . .smack. . .smack. . .smack Once again, I was only hitting about one swat a second per but I was hitting as hard as I could. I was smacking both cheeks both upper and lower butt cheeks alternately and ever third one I hit the center of her bottom. “ouchiee, ouuuuuu, ouchieee, ouuuuuu, ouchieee, ouuuuu, ouchieee” she fluttering her legs and shifted her bottom in all kinds of directions. I went on like this for a good 2-3 minutes. She threw her arms up again and clenched her fists. Her bottom was turning red all over. I could tell it was hurting but it didn’t seem to be painful to her. My hand was starting to sting again. I made sure I got every inch of her bottom, from the top to bottom. I stopped and told her to get up. I helped her up and as soon as she did, her was doing that rubbing and stomping thing again. At first she did seem to care that her pants and panties to her knees. Man, I felt sorry for her but she also looked so darn cute. Her flat stomach and slim body and the way she was holding and rubbing, I was tuned on big time as I watched her. I never realized how spanking her was going effect me. She was so beautiful and I was so turned on admiring her as she was turning about and stomping around. “Ohhhhh, ouuuuu, ouchieee, ouchuuuuu, ouchhiee, ouchieee shit that hurt” I let her rub and stomp it out until she stood in one place. Then she realized she was bare, she stopped rubbing and crossed her hand in front of her. I leaned over and picked up the back scratcher and motioned for her to come. The first time, she had a look of fear. She lost her embarrassment and flew her hands behind her in a protective posture as she slowly inched her way towards me. I moved the pillow over one knee. “I’m sorry Lori, but it far from over now this is going to sting like all get out. Come on, you’re going over my knee this time not my lap. She gave me look of trepidations as she was hobbling over. Her pants and panties still bunched up at her knees and she almost tripped. She shuffled her feet until she was right next me. Holding her backside with her hands, she stopped and asked me “How many am I going to get with that thing?” “As many as I deem necessary, its unlimited swats remember, now get over my knee!” As she swallowed hard and leaned forward, she said, “Ohhhh, does it have to be with that thing?” “Yes, Lori!” as I led her over.” Now that she only over one knee since she was short and petite, she was pretty much bent in half. I know her face was now seeing the floor. I lifted my leg over hers, scissor locked them in place. She was kind of trapped. “Ok, Lori, this is going sting a lot, let me have you’re other hand.” “Ohhhh, please not so fast. . ” “Lori, your hand!” She reached back and I folded my fingers into hers. I was tapping the center of her bottom with the back scratcher. “I am not really restraining you, Lori, I am just want you to hold my hand now fold your fingers into mine. You can squeeze it has hard as you want. But this paddling isn’t going to stop until I think you had enough. Are you ready?” “Ohhhh, please not fast?” “Lori, are you ready?” “Ohhhh, ok, ok but. . .” I interrupted her with the first whack. I wasn’t going to go easy this time. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make her cry, if not, I was certainly hoped it would. I went right to hard and fast smacking. No pauses between swats all in rapid fire successions. I concentrated the first folly across her sit spot. With no panties on and being bent in half I now had a clear line of sight with back scratcher. I made sure the area that connected her upper thighs and her cheeks were crimson red before moving. It was just flat enough to make a load smacking sound like a paddle but I know it wasn’t enough to really bruise her. whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack “Ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, not the same spot, not the same spot, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, ouuuuuuu, stop, stop, stop, ok, ok, ok, ouchieeee, ouchieeee, ouchieee, not so fast, not so fast, ouuuuuu, no, no, no more, no morrrrrr, ouuuuuu, no fast, pleassseeee, ouuuuuuuu” I knew I was now making progress. I was whacking away for good full minute or so. I moved from her sit spot to her thighs. She was trying to kick, and squeezing my harder and harder. I made sure I covered her from her sit spot up the center of bottom and upper bottom, making sure I didn’t strike her tail bone though. After another minute she was hollering like crazy. Her entire backside was bright bright red. I realize that the back scratcher was going to make her cry. I think she was getting numb to it. I stopped and let her up. She stood straight up, arched her back, flew her hands over bottom and started hopping up and down, turning about and hollering. She was actually doing the spanking dance like when I was a kid but a whole lot longer. “Ouchooooo, ouuuuu, shit, shit, ouuuuuuu, ouchoooo, ouuuuu, ouieeeeeeeeeee, ouuuuuuu, ouchoooo, ouuuuu, ouieeeeeeeeeee, ouuuuuuu, ouchoooo, ouuuuu, ouieeeeeeeeeee She wasn’t crying but I can tell that hurt like the dickens. She was hopping up and down rubbing like crazy. I couldn’t believe she was still holding on and now crying. She did have a high pain tolerance. I paddled her good and fast with that back scratcher nonstop for at least a good solid minute or so. I let her holler and hop it all out. I was frustrated now, I’m think that the back scratcher stung but I needed to to sting and hurt. As much as I was admiring her display, she looked so cute as I saw her cute little ass was clenching and she hoping like that, I also felt sorry for her. I really thought it was going to work. I guess, I’m going to have to resort to using the belt after all but I was going to give her a break. Maybe hold her until she calm completely down. I waiting until she was standing in one place. I stood up and held out my arms. She shuffling over and leaned into my chest while she was still rubbing with hands. I held her for a good minute or so. I felt like I failed her. I didn’t know what else to do. I decided that if she was going to get this breakthrough she wanted I had to act. I gently took her arms pushed her back and looked at her. She wasn’t crying but she had a look of frustration in her eyes too. “Lori, I’m going pick you and carry you into the living room, is that ok?” She nodded in agreement, she slowly put her arms around my neck and bent over pick her up and carried her over to the couch. I put her down. I looked at her again and said, stay here and I’ll be right back. She nodded again. I went into my bedroom closet got my black belt, picked up the other pillow on my way back. I turned the corner and her she was still bare, cloths down to her knees, just standing there rubbing. I think she knew what I was doing. I gave the pillow, walked around and arranged the other one over the side of the couch. She looked with temptation as I folded the belt in half and with a look of determination, ordered her. . . “Ok, Lori, now it’s not to break that dam, lay over side of the couch. I’m not going to be subtle now and I’m not going to stop until we make a break through. She now had a look of fear, “Oh, Mike, please, please no more I don’t think I can handle and more!” “Well, you’re not supposed to handle it anymore aren’t you? You’re just going to have to let go. Now is the time to give in Lori. This is the moment you wanted. Now lay over the pillow you can use the other one to hang on to. Now get over, now!” I put a little more assertiveness in my last word. She slowly shuffled over to the edge and laid over the pillow. With her small size, she had to actually pull herself forward until she was teeter tottering almost. I laid the belt on top of her center of her butt. “Ok, Lori, stay in place and hang on to her pillow and keep your hands out of the way. Now, it’s going to be really hard now, there will be no more breaks, no more stopping, the dam is going have to break, or you can roll over off the couch and bail out if you want. I so sorry but it has to be this way.” I didn’t even let her respond. I swung the belt down really hard. WHACK, she stiffen like a board and arched her back. She let out a deep breath of pain, “haaaa-ouoooooo. I waited until she relaxed again. I can tell that really connected. It left a white strip across her ass for a second before it left a red line welt. I laid into her with another one, WHACK, and another yell, “haaaa-ouoooooo.” I think I was getting somewhere and she was flutter her feet wildly as she stiffen up again and clenched up tightly. I again waited until she recovered and relaxed. I decided to delivery five in a row with no pauses between swats and not letting her time to recover. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. She stiffened again and clenched her beautiful checks together as hard as she could and flew her hands behind her covering her butt and exhaling deeper with every audible discomfort. “auuuuuuuuuu, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, awwwwiee, ok, ok, no more, no more, ok, pleaseeeees!” Yeah, this was going to do it, I should have listened to her and went to belt before. I felt bad though because it was now leaving welts, but she wanted this. “Lori, move your hands, hug the pillow.” She was still trying to rub and cover. “Lori, I mean it, move your hands or rollover and bail, you decided, now move your hands!” She slowly moved her hands, grabbed the pillow. I gave her another five more right in a row, same reaction. After she recovered, I decided to ten more really hard and fast. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. She clenched up tight after the third whack. “Ok, ok, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ouchieeeeee, ok, ok, no, no, no, ok!” as the last seventh one landed. I can tell she struggled with those ones, I made a series of welts on her butt. As she clenched up tight, I could clearly see her beautiful muscular definition on the side of her cheeks. I was admiring her cute petite bare ass, despite the fact I here to beat it. At that point, it wasn’t going to be pleasant for her. She threw her hand over her backside again. “Lori, no more, move your hand and keep them in front of you, I’m not going to ask you again. We start of slower and turn it up a notch, not move them or bail out!” She moved her hands again and was staying in position so, I knew we were going to breakthrough and she was trying fight with accepting it. I waited again until she fully recovered. I decided than, to just keep on whacking consecutively really hard but only about one per second and half or so between swats only allowing her a second or so before next one came down. When I saw signs of her breaking down, I turned up a notch. WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . .WHACK. . . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . .WHACK. . . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . .WHACK. . . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . .WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . WHACK. . . She was now kicking like crazy, she was clenching and unclenching involuntarily. I was just continually kepting my slow pace but was whacking away with significant force, than something changed. She clenched up so tight her legs were shaking. When she relaxed again, she was kicking her knees forward as if she was trying to climb. I was now starting sees real signs of her struggling with it more and more and then she began to thrashing her legs. I decided it was time to turn up the intensity and not give her any more pauses between swats. With rapid fire successions, I laid into her, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK , WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK , WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK I was hitting her as hard and as fast as I could now. She pushed her face into her pillow trying to muffle her screaming and with long deep bursts of screaming and small paused in between the bursts at every another whack. Her screaming very evident even though they were muffled through the pillow as she was clenching and unclenching involuntarily and flutter her legs like all get out. “awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww , awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww, awwwwww” Is all I heard from her, I was crisscrossing impacts of the belt all over backside, thighs, sit spot, center and upper butt cheeks. I kept my pace up hard and fast and continuously like a machine gun, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WH
  2. Jenn says:

    Great story in Comments here. Just enough dialogue and detail.

  3. rasheen says:

    I wish I had a man like that my guy never spanks me even when I ask for it he ignores my cry for attention

  4. Kim Newco says:

    Boyfriend Belted Me Good and Hard
    Its been about 10 months since my boyfriend Mike, paddled me good and hard for joyriding in his car and trying to lie to him about it. I never touched his car without permission again. I had a bad habbit of speeding. It has already cost me hundreds of dollars. I had already got two tickets against my license. I had two other ones but got one removed form taking a defensive driving class with the city. Another one I paid the county few hundred dollars to keep it off my records. Mike and I had a long talk about about 9 months ago. We both decided that I needed some accountability and some consequence as a deturant. We discussed it at great length. I suggest and commit to submit to another punishment spanking like I got for lying and joyriding in his car. He wasn’t for it at first but he finally conceded and gave his word to follow through as long as I gave my word to submit to it as I did last time. I was commit to not speed anynore and get no more tickets.
    Well, that was nine months ago and I was quit determined not get any tickets. I stop speeding because I sure didn’t want a paddling again that for sure. I was on the highway about a week and and half ago cruising 70mph and the speed limit chance to 60mph and than to 55mph. I didn’t see the change. Sure enough, I got ticket. Couldn’t cute my way out of it because it was a female cop. I decided not not show Mike. I wasn’t going to lie to him but I figured I just pay the county off and be done with it. I put the ticket in my glove box and forgot about it.
    I picked Mike from work because he was getting his car worked on. I was taking him to the garage so he can get his car back. His cell phone charge was low and I always keep a chager for his phone in my glove box. I was driving and he open the glove box and saw the ticket. Dam it, it was suppose to be taken care of.
    “Kim, you weren’t going to tell me about this were you?”
    I swallowed hard and just tried fucused on driving.
    “Kim, I looking for answer?”
    “Ohhh, ok, no, I wasn’t, I just going to pay the extra to the county again to keep it off my record. It was a speed trap and I. . . ”
    “I see, well I was going to take you out tonight but I guess we have others things to do. I so sorry Kim, but you know what has to happen. So do you want to dance at my place or yours?”
    Shit, shit, I really didn’t want this to happen. My butt was involuntarily clentching as I was thinking.
    “Ohhh, Mike we can let this one go and. . . ”
    “Kim, it was your idea in the first place remember, you braught this on yourself. So do you want to dance at your place or mine?”
    Taking a deep breath, I said, “Mine I guess since my roommate left for the weekend this morning.”
    “Ok, you can drop me off to get my car, I’ll go home take a shower and meet you at your place at 6, ok?”
    “I’m going to get a hiding aren’t I?”
    “What do you think Kim?”
    Letting out a long sigh, whimpered out a, “ohhhhh”
    I dropped Mike off and went home. The next few hours waiting for Mike was horrible. I decided to get few extra layers on and just wait. The knock on the door made me jump. I let Mike in and through my arms around him. He dropped his gym bag and enbraced me back.
    “I so sorry Mike, I shouldn’t tried to keep it from you. I wasn’t going to lie about it, its just I didn’t want bother you with it.”
    He held for a few minutes and than led me to the couch. Invited me to sit on his lap. I sat down and and put head on his sholders. He just held me in his arms. I felt so secure.
    “Kim, you are never a bother to me. However, keeping that from me when we had an accountability agreement is dishonest. I love you and I’m so sorry but you also provided another reason to get to the end of things. Being dishonest is the same as lying but we can deal with that next weekend. Today, were going to have to hold you accountabile about getting the ticket. Now, no since putting it off, you get the paddle out of my gym bag and I’ll get a chair and. . . ”
    “Ohhhh, Mike, please, please don’t use that damm paddle, I hated that thing, it was horrable, can’t you just use your hand and. . . . ”
    “Kim, my hand is for confort not for punishment. But I guess I can use a belt instead.”
    “A belt, I’ved never been hit with a belt. Oh, Mike can’t we just. . . ”
    “Kim, its either the you stay in position and get a belt or you go across my knee and get the paddle, you decide?”
    I barried my face into his shoulder again, “ohhh, the belt I guess just anything but the paddle. I was literally blistered for a few days remember.”
    He helped me sit up and said, “ok, honey, let get this over with so we can oder pizza delivery and than snuggle down to a movie ok. You might want to some pillows from your room.”
    Taking a deep brethe, noded as I was biting my lower lip. I slowly got up went to my bedroom and returned with all three of my large fluffy pillows. He gentle took two of them and carefully placed them over the arm of the the couch. It was obverse I was going over them. I toosted the other one on the couch within arms reach from where I knew I’d laying soon. Mike reached out gently and offered me his arm to guilde over to him. I took his hand and followed as I was placing my other hand over my butt. I moved over to the side of the couch and laid over the pillows. Took the one that I had there, hugged it and waited with trepidation. When I was in position, my feet barely touched the floor. Mike put his hand on my ever so gently and said. . . .
    “Kim, you need to give me your belt and get your pants down too.”
    I lended backwards stood up, looked at him, stompting my foot I said, “my belt, your going to use my own belt to beat my ass? Why do you use yours, I mean, after all. . . ”
    “I’m not waring a belt, you are and it will do just fine. You can give me your or get the paddle”
    “Ok, ok, not the paddle” as I put my hands on my belt and stepped back.
    I was wearing jeans, T-shirt and of course my cowboy boots. My belt wasn’t overly thick so it wasn’t stiff. It was leather and just wide enough to fit in the belt loops. I’m fairly pattite so it wasn’t really long either, but long enough to double in half and be used.
    I slowly pulled the flap out of the front loop. Pulled lip from the buckle and was about to pull it to the right to unlatch it loose. I paused. My belt felt different this time. I looked up at Mike and asked. . .
    “Ohhhh, how many am I going to with with this thing, Mike?”
    “Same as last time, as many as it takes, Honey!”
    “I mean, whats the maximum number of swats, whats the limit?”
    “Kim, its a punishment spanking, you tell me, is there limit for discliple spanking?”
    Dam it, I knew where he was going, I just didn’t’ want admit it. I just froze in silence for at 20 seconds or so.
    “Kim, you need to give me an answer, in a discipline spanking whats the limit on the number of swats?”
    “Ohhhhh, I don’t’ know, unlimited?”
    That right, it unlimited swats, you don’t seem to want a limited on how fast you drive so there not going to be a limit on the number of swats you get. What that means is, this belt whipping isn’t going to stop until I decide you had enough. That what a punishment spanking is, Kim. Now come on, give me your belt.” As he was holding out his hand.
    I pulled the flap to get my belt unlatched from the buckle, and I said, “ohhhh, this really going to hurt isn’t!”
    With trembling hands, I was slowly pulling my belt from the belt loops. It was an strange feeling pulling off my own belt that going to be to used on to tan my hide. It just don’t seem right. My belt just felt so much different.
    Mike said, “well, its a licking, its suppose to hurt. I sorry honey but it has to be that way.”
    I got my belt free, doubled the dam thing in half and than placed in his hand. I took a deep breath and started again to inch toward the end of the couch.
    He gently placed his hand on arm, softly tapped my leg with the belt and said, “Kim, I’m whippin your backside not your jeans, pants come down for this spanking. I’m sorry but you have to pull them down.”
    Stompted my foot again in protest, flew my hand over my bottom “dam it Mike, do I have to, why does it have to that way, why can’t we just. . .”
    “Kim, it a discipline spanking, all punshment spanking are given the same way. Now take them down!”
    “Ohhhhh, I hate this part.” I slowly moved my trembling fingers to the botton of my jeans. I looked up at him and saw measure of resolve in his face. I slowly unbuttoned the snap, push the zipper down and put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and pushed the back part of them down just passed my butt cheecks. I stopped and look at him again.
    “Come on Kim, you know then deal pull them all the way down to your knees at least, all the way down.”
    I bent over far enough to push them to my knees and stood with my black legging. They were thin enough to ware under my jeans.
    “I see, your always trying to control everything aren’t you? Well, I’m sorry but you aren’t going to be able to be in control this time. So you have pull them down too, Kim.”
    Letting out a whimper of disappoint, “ohhhhhh.” I hooked the inside of my leggings and pushed them down too and stood up with spandex work out shorts. I look at him and with puppy eyes hoping to cute my way in keeping them up too, but I should have know better. He raised one eye brow and gave me a look. I swallowed hard hook the inside of my spandex and pushed them down to the other layers I had. I stretched the eslastic of my spandex out and pulled them around eventhing else so that they wouldn’t fall any further and stay in one place.
    I was embarrassed as I stood up with with in just my superman bikki panties on. I crossed my hands behind me cover my bottom as I slowly started to hobble over to the edge of the couch. He step in front of me and put out his arms around to hold me for a second. My heart just melted at that moment. I leaned in to chest as he embraced me. I almost started to cry right than and there.
    “I so sorry Mike for trying to hide that ticket from you, I shouldn’t have done that.”
    As he held me tight and said, “Shhhhhhh, I just wanted to make sure you knew that although I’m disappointed with you, I’m not angry and I’m sorry I have to do this agian to you Kim, but you did literally ask for it, you know that right?” Noding my head in agreement as I was starting really feel the anticipation this whippin.
    “Kim, have you really resolved in your heart to accept this spanking?”
    Taking a deep brethe, I said, “well, I gave you my belt, pulled down all but my panties down and followed you dirctions even though I know it may hurt like hell. I hated the paddle spanking you gave me but I submitted to. I trust you with my heart, I might as well trust you with my butt too. I did commit to it, I just did except to get caught. No, I am not looking forward ti it but there is no one on this earth who I would allow to beat my ass with anything, except you. I’m really afriad right now knowing what going to happen, but I have resolved to take whatever you decided. Like you, I always try to keep my commitments too, even if it hurt.”
    I threw my arms around his neck and just allowed him to hold me. I just feel so secure.
    “Honey, I love you too, and unfortunately for you I still have to keep word too.” He stepped back looked at my superman panties. “What you say, afterwards we snuggle down and watch “The Man of Steel” movie since you seem to like Superman so much. After all you are still my supergirl that I’m proud of. But why dont we get this over with ok”
    “Ohhhhh, ok!”
    He let go of me and my hands flew back again over my bottom. I took at deep breath nodded in agreement.
    “Mike, does it really have to be bare bottom, any chance of keeping my undies up? Pleaseeeeee . . ”
    “I’m sorry Kim but punishment are always bare bottom, no protection. So as cute as your Superman panties are, its panties down for this spanking. Your going to have bare through it, no more arguing about it. Get them down and lay over the pillows. You were burning rubber on the road and now its time to burn a belt across your backside.”
    “Ohhhhh, I hate this part,” as I slowly hobled over the couch until my thys touch the side. Look over to Mike and put my thumbs on the inside of my panties and paused again. Giving him puppy eyes, I asked again, “Bare?” He gave me a look, “Yes, Kim, bare! They come down too, all the way down.”
    I let a big sigh and I was biting my lower lip. I slowly pushed them down to my knees to join the other layers. I leaned forward over the pillows. Again, with my small frame, I was pretty much bent in half, my feet barely touch the floor and the way I was positioned my backside was nearly pointing straight up. I was clentching and unclentching my cheeks together involuntarily. I grabed the other pillow and pulled it close hugging it like teddy bear.
    I must have been quite a sight I was just about completely exprossed from the waste down, serveral layers of cloths bunched up around my knees held together with spandex shorts. and I was hugging a pillow pretty tightly. I felt so venerable.
    Mike step forward gently put his hand on my back and rested the belt on my bottom. I flentched with tripredation as soon as the leather touch my bare skin.
    “Ok, honey, before we start I want you to do two things. First, no matter how bad it hurts, and it will hurt, you have to stay in position. If you can’t or won’t, I’ll set the belt down go get the paddle from my gym bag, lock your legs over my knee and start all over. Secondly, keep you hands out of the way, I don’t want to smack them accidentally. Remember, this is an unlinited swats spanking, which means once I start, its not going end until I decide it ends. You don’t have to count them either. Your not in control, you don’t decide how many swats is enough. Can you stay in position and keep your hands out of way, honey?” I swallowed hard and noded in agreement.
    “Ok, here we go Kim, do you beleive that if I whip welts into your backside with this belt long and hard enough that you will think twice about speeding down the highway?”
    In a whimpering voice, “Ooohh, your not going spank as fast as you did last time are you?”
    “Kim, you didn’t real seem to care about how fast you were going down the highway, why be concerned about how fast this belt is going to come down across you butt.”
    “Ohhh, can’t you just start off slow and than. . . ”
    “Kim, your belt is going to be burning acrosss your ass as fast as you were going down the highway. Its a discipline spanking, you don’t get to call the shots here. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Do you believe that if I burn welts up and down your backside hard and long enough will you stop speeding?”
    While I seriously did not want to get this belt spanking, I figured that I might as well get this over with. But why does he make me say it like that. I know as soon as I do he’s going to tear into me with my belt. Dam, I’m getting a whippin with own belt, its just not right.
    I gripped my pillow tighter and said, “Ok, ok, yes, if you spank me with that belt hard enough I’ll stop speeding.”
    He lifted the belt off my bottom, I squezzed my eyes. Just as I suppected, there was no warm ups, no pauses between swats. He went right to hard fast and furious whacks in rapid fire seccussion. He didn’t let up until he was finished. Initial, I tried so hard to keep my composure, “Ohhhh, oooo, oooo, no no no not so hard please, I can’t, pleaseeee . .ooooo
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    The first blow caught me off guard. I jerked my body stiff as a board. crossed my legs and buck them straight every time belt hit me. I squizzed my pillow so hard my knuckles turn white.
    “Oucheee oucheee, not so fast pleaseeee, oucheeee, oucheee.
    Just as he said, he would, he was swing that belt in a continuous fast furious flury. The belt errupted with burning pain across the top part of my bottom. I was working so hard not to cry but and the volley of swats gave me a shock and owe of pain. He was strapping me just too hard and too fast. I would to think that it would end sooner but it didn’t. He was just getting started. Still fucusing on the top part of my backside he was whipping with such precision and speed
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    Hard and fast as he could and he wasn’t letting up. I was now bucking like crazzy, “ok, ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t, I can’t teeeeeee, awwwww. I bit into the pillow to muffle my screams. The top of my ass was now a flaming fire of welts as he kept slicing away with that belt. Than suddenly the belt fell across my upper thighs and then lower butt cheeks, right on my sit spot. With tremondous speed and force he was whiping the living day lights out me.
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    I barried my face into my pillow bit down harder and harder. My mind went into panic mode. I was at that fight or flight mode. However, I had already resigned myself to accept this belt spanking. Trying so hard to stay in position. it was stinging so bad. I now reach my pain thresh hold and all I can manange to do at this point was just scream out in long load brusts of pain, “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” with every sering whack of the belt. I was now fluttering my legs and kicking like all get out. I started crying out of control at the same time I was screamimg into my pillow. “nooo, nooo morrrrrr, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” i kept screaming into the pillow. It went on and on. Still bringing the belt over my thys and lower part of my ass right across the sit spot. The pain was like burning firey lines across my both legs and cross my lower ass. “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww as he continued with rapid fire swats.
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    I stop screaming into my pillow and began balling out load. He was hiting my lower sit spot and thys so hard and so fast, I just couldn’t take any more. I tried to pull my knee up to climb up over other side of the couch arm, but all the layers of cloths bunched up at my knees prevented me from raise my leg. Mike kept his pace up, hard and fast as he could. He moved the strikes to now the middle of my backside, the belt was just long enough smack both cheecks at the sametime and renewed a shock of a burning sentations that exploded with pain across my the center of my ass.
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    I started hammering my fist on the couch, throwing my head side to side. My pillow soaking with tears. My legs involuntary kicking like crazy. I was sobbing now beyond control. The rapid fire swats just keep coming, it just went on and on.
    smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
    I was bawling beyonds words. He finally decided I had enough and stopped whipping me. I slide backwards and got to my feet. I threw my hands over my backside and begain hopping up and down screaming and hollering. Mike calls it the “spanking dance.” I was dancing up and down, hicup crying so hard I couldn’t speak. It was even painful when I put my hands on my butt. My hair was a mess, I was hicup crying out of control, tears sreaming down my face, snot running from noise, layers of pants and panties to my knees and welts covered my entire backside. He literally belt whipped me good and hard.
    I managed to stop hopping and remained in one place. Hanging on to my backside, I looked up at Mike. Still hiccup sobbing and trying to get my breathing under control, I tried to speak, “th. . .tha. . .that h. . .hu. . .hur. . .hurt!” I just could make full words yet. Mike walked towards me with open arms. I hobbled a few steps until he reached me. I berried my face into his sholder weeping and sobbing as he held me in his arms. We must have been standing there forever but eventually my hiccup crying subsided some, Mikes shirt was soaked with tears and snot.
    “You want go over to and and laid down a while honey?” Still really couldn’t talk but I nodded my head from in he chest. He gently took my hand and helped my hobble over to the couch. He sat down at the end. I laid down on my side putting head on his lap. He stroked my head, face and hair until I completely calmed down and I could breathe normally. I never got another ticket now that I knew he was serious about holding me acccoubtable.

  5. Darkman says:

    Truly a masterpiece of literary skill. The author has a gift for storytelling…let there be more!

  6. Lori Sign says:

    Was this a true story for real?

    • Kim Newco says:

      Yes, it was true and so was the second on I posted. I had blisters and brushes all over my ass after he paddled me. After he used the belt whippin, I welts for a few days and my Mike took good care of me afterwards. I am sorry about the grammar.

  7. Lori Sign says:

    This was a good story

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