Long Distance Discipline?

So I pose a question for you guys, what are your thoughts on how to keep the discipline and the fun going in your life when you are separated from your Top or your bottom?

As you all know, I’ve been 10,000 miles away from home for the last 9 to 10 months and still have about a month and a half to go.  I would be lying if I didn’t say this subject hasn’t been swirling around in my mind for some time now.  So what works?  What doesn’t work?

I found that for some behavioral issues, they simply just can’t be ignored.  However, these issues would usually be taken care of with a good spanking or some other form of punishment delivered face to face.  What if this option isn’t available anymore?  Do you try to find some new way to attempt the discipline or do you just wait til you are face to face with your Top or bottom, and risk making the discipline seem more like a formality rather than seeking the actual discipline required?

Being over here, so far away from the real world, I really do miss being held accountable for my actions, and I truly miss the feeling of being looked after.  Sure, I have friends and family who are very supportive, but you know there is that different kind of support too that I’ve been lacking.  I wish I could open up to someone when I make a mistake and have them hold me to a certain standard, making sure I follow that standard and showing me those consequences for not holding up those standards.  I think that is what real love and Domestic Discipline is about.  I just wish I could have that feeling when away from home.

So does anybody have any thoughts on this subject?  I would say self-spanking might work, but in reality, we all know it doesn’t.  Maybe extended cornertime?  Maybe writing lines or essays?  Mouth soapings perhaps?  I would be really interested on what others have to think, because after 10 months, I’m still really stumped!

In other news, things are going well over here.  The night was quiet and slow work wise, but I got a lot done.  I wrote out some future blog posts, but a dent in my Tom Clancy book (my favorite author) and was able to actually go the full 12 hours without feeling drowsy!  It was almost miraculous! :)

Hope everyone is doing well, and stay tuned for more awesome content!

My Favorite Spanking Positions

What’s up my spanko peeps?  Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.  I on the other hand, have totally lost the concept of what a weekend is since I haven’t had one, or a day off for that matter, in about 11 months!  All is well though and in just a short month or two I’ll be back home having more free time than I know what to do with.

Things are going alright over here and they have finally calmed down after all the recent riots and things over here in Afghanistan.  It was pretty hairy for a long while, and in some places it still is.  Anyways, who wants to hear about all that bad news?  I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the reason you came here, was it?  Let’s get to it then.

This time I wanted to share with you my favorite spanking positions.  There sure are a lot out there.  Some traditional, some creative, and some are just plain wild.  I’m always intrigued by seeing what people can come up with when it comes to positioning a round bottom for a good spanking.  Here are my top 3  favorites that I thought I would share with you.  I will be adding more over time so stay tuned.  For now, enjoy!

Over the knee (OTK).

The Timeless Classic

I know, what a shock, I started with a classic.  Although there are lots of other positions out there, I doubt there is anything more personal than pulling your partner (or getting pulled!) over the knee for a spanking to get that personal message across.  While not necassarily all that comfy for the person getting spanked, a spanking isn’t supposed to be comfy for the naughty boy or girl getting spanked is it?  I do like that feeling of pulling your naughty boy or girl closer to you by the waist and holding firmly as they get the spanking they deserve.  It will probably always be a timeless classic.

Bent over.

When you really need to get that good swing!

Another classic of course.  In some, this probably conjures up memories of when they may have been in school when the paddle was used by the principal.  Not as personal as being spanked over someone’s knee, however, this position is called for when you really need a good swing to get the job done right and make that bottom sore!  Of course you could be bent over many things such as a table, chair, spanking bench or horse, but it’s interesting to see what other things people come up with.

Diaper Positon. (OUCH!)

Truly the most embarrassing and painful

Nothing drives home the combination of pain and embarrassment than from a spanking in the diaper position (or legs up, as some people call it).  In my experience, it’s probably one of the more painful positions due to the flesh being stretched tightly across the bottom producing a lot more “ouch” with each and every stroke.  Also, I can’t think of anything more embarrassing than getting spanked with EVERYTHING showing!  There is definitely nothing left to hide after having your legs pulled up and seeing every inch of you become exposed.  I think this is recommended for the naughtiest of naughty girls and boys out there, what do you think?

That’s all for now, hope you enjoyed my input on my top 3 favorite positions.  Now how about you tell me yours?  Send me a comment and let’s see if you can give me a new favorite to try out once I get home!  Happy Spankings!

Thoughts For The Day: 02/25/2012

Hi again spanko friends, just thought I’d check in before heading off to bed for some much-needed sleep.  As you can imagine, things are still really hectic and busy over here in the land of the Afghans, and hopefully things will settle down enough to create a decent blog post for you guys and gals.

So yesterday was my “off” day meaning that I only work 6 hours a day instead of the usual 12-14 to rest and have time to catch up on sleep or other personal things going on.  Well that was nice in theory, but there was to be none of that for me.  I work the night shift here in Afghanistan meaning that its basically the same as working the day shift back in the states, so I like being on everybody’s normal schedule.  I will email or message people and tell them “good morning” and usually get a response like “thanks, but isn’t it the night-time over there?” Yup sure is, however, its morning to you and since I just woke up from sleeping during the daytime here, it’s morning for me as well…so ha! :)

Back to my fantabulous day, I got off work at 2am and then had to be back at work at 5am to pull “road guard” at an intersection on the main road on base.  I had to stand there with a reflective belt on and holding a cone-shaped flashlight which actually reminded me of a mini-star wars lightsaber (yes, I know I’m a nerd, but aren’t we all?!)

Standing there for 2 hours wasn’t all that big of a deal, but what WAS a big deal was the fact that it was 12 degrees outside!  See, I’m from California, northern California to be precise, and honestly there’s no such thing as 12 degrees where I’m from.  It’s “cold” when it gets below 50 in Sacramento, so of course I “thought” I dressed warm enough for the occassion…but I “thought” wrong.  I was wearing a t-shirt, thermal sweater, uniform jacket, uniform pants and boots, a fleece jacket, a beanie, a Shemagh (a type of Afghan scarf), and thick winter gloves.  So how could that not be enough?  By the end of the first hour I couldn’t feel my fingertips and toes, by an hour and a half I couldn’t feel my face and was speaking with a lisp (quite funny actually), and by the end of the second hour my toes and my joints felt like they were frozen solid and numb.  I could barely walk around without feeling totally weird.

I went to grab some breakfast after it was over and it felt good to sit down and warm up with some warm food but I was still pretty chilled.  Even going back to my room it took me another 2 hours to warm up under my blanket.  Then of course I had to go back out because I forgot I had to go get a haircut, get a new ID card (because mine expired last month) and go to the shop to grab an energy drink or something for the next shift. I got all that accomplished in less than 90 mins and thought I made some pretty good time.  I finally got my camera working over here so I decided to finally do what I’ve been wanting to do since I got here and take some pictures of the beautiful mountains that we are surrounded by.  I’ll post them below and I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them.

There was my crazy “off” day for you and while I was able to take care of some things, I totally didn’t get a chance to do what I’ve been waiting for a week now to do, and that’s to sleep!  With all the riots and stuff going on this week it definitely wore me down and out and I was really looking forward to catching up.  Nope, not this guy, oh well, better luck next week eh?

Ok, now that I got a chance to vent that out the way, let’s talk some spanking shall we?  In upcoming posts I’m going to be sharing my favorite types of implements and positions with you and see what your favorites are as well.  Also, what are some of the techniques you’ve used before for discipline, or to be disciplined?  Things such as cornertime, mouthsoaping, writing lines are always classical favorites, but I wonder if anyone out there has some truly unique ideas?

I’ll be sharing with you my views on those subjects and more on upcoming posts but for now I think it’s time to finally wind down for bed so I can get up and do this craziness all over again.  Since it’s Saturday afternoon here that means it’s early Saturday morning back in the states.  I hope everyone enjoys the hell out of their weekend and go party it up for me will ya?  I’ll be joining you soon enough! 

Cya all soon, enjoy these random pics I snapped while running errands around base yesterday.  Later friends!

Poll: What kind of spanking do you prefer to see?

Hi again friends, can’t sleep tonight with all the rioting going on outside so I thought I would try something new and come up with a poll for you guys. 

Now, I know this question is asked on a lot of blogs and a lot of sites but I wanted to see what you guys think when it comes to this site.  Depending on the results, I might cater one preference over another when I post content.  Plus, I’m just bored and curious! :)

Maybe I’ll come up with some more polls soon, already have a few ideas floating around in my head (which right now won’t quiet down so I can sleep!).  Hope everyone has a great morning and I’ll be seeing you all soon, don’t forget to vote!

Crazy Things Going on

Hey friends, hope everyone is doing well and having a good week.  I wish I could say the same, this has been a pretty difficult and trying week for me and unfortunately I think it will only get worse for a while before it starts to get any better.

For those that don’t know, I’m a soldier deployed in Afghanistan, and to say the least, things are not going well right now.  The whole Qur’an burning incident took place about a mile from where I write this to you.  All  the angry protests you’re seeing at that base on the news?  It’s literally right down the street from me, less than a quarter mile away. 

I’m doing alright, but things have been pretty stressful and strenuous as of late.  All the local workers have either not shown up for work or quit altogether so a lot of the services here on base have been shut down, this includes the bathroom facilities and showers since the local workers aren’t here to add more.  Also, all the local bazzars and shops are closed down, the dining facilities are barely operational, this place seems like it has done a complete 180 almost overnight. 

Today will be my time off for the week (I’ll be working 6 hours instead of the usual 12-14) so it will be a good time to work on some more writing, update my blog for you guys and catch up on some much needed sleep.  Right now though, it’s time to get ready for work and hopefully find out that nothing even crazier happened today while I was sleeping.  Hope everyone enjoys their day.

To give you an idea of how close the riots are to me, I’m including a picture I snapped outside of my room of a blackhawk helicopter circling the group of protesters.  Hopefully I can send some more pictures of me out here soon although have to be careful with security concerns and all.  Anyways, hope everybody has a great day and I’ll be back soon.

Helicopter circling the gathering crowds outside the base. Taken from right outside my room.

 

A Special Gift From Dana Specht and Sarah Gregory

It’s not often that you meet someone and instantly become very close to that person in a way it makes you feel like that you’ve known them for your whole life.  However, this is exactly what it feels like to me when I had the pleasure of talking to Dana Specht and her naughty, but awesome, daughter Sarah Gregory.

Right before I started this blog, I decided to email some of the big names in spanking to just introduce myself and wonder if they would be interested in adding another spanking blog to their links.  One of the first people I emailed was Dana Specht, someone who I always looked up to and was inspired by her great content over the years, she’s also known on some websites as “The Queen of Discipline”.  I sent her a nervous introductory email and honestly didn’t think I would get much back.  The next day I found out that not only did she reply but she thought it was extremely awesome that I was a soldier and still trying to participate in the spanking community.  That really made me feel good so we kept up a dialogue for a few weeks and needless to say we hit it off pretty well and became pretty good friends.

When Dana’s daughter Sarah Gregory came to visit her this past week I actually had a chance to email with Sarah few times as well.  I’ve always been a huge fan of hers, and I remember seeing her on the site “Punished Brats” back in 2006 thinking that she was going to be someone very special in the community if she kept this up.  Several years later, and Sarah is perhaps one of the most talented and hardest working spanking stars and models out there.  Not only making appearances on some of the biggest spanking sites, but also running her own site “Sarah Gregory Spanking” which I think is quickly becoming one of the best sites out there for high quality spanking content.

So today, I received an email from my Aunt Dana (she even accepted me as her little nephew, so sweet!) that was titled “For Our Favorite Soldier” I smiled as I opened up the email and was amazed to see pictures of Dana and Sarah posing next to a “Support Our Troops” sign which appears to be in Dana’s back yard.  I thought it was extremely special and made me smile big and feel good today.  It was a good thing too because with everything going on lately here in The Stan, I’ve been stressed out to the max, and haven’t been able to smile much.

I thought I would share these pictures with you all and tell you how thankful I am to have support back home from wonderful people such as Dana and Sarah.  Been truly blessed to be able to know them and thank you again ladies for making a soldier smile today! :)

Random Spanking Pictures

Hey fellow spankos, hope everybody is doing well and had a good day, mine was a little rough, glad for it to be over.  I’m sure a lot of you have seen the news about the goings on in Afghanistan lately…yup, totally in the middle of all that and that’s the reason I wasn’t able to post yesterday as well.  I’m really tired tonight after this long day, so I won’t be doing a large post like I was planning on doing, but I still wanted to give you guys something to enjoy in the meantime.  Here are just some random pics that I like and I hope you enjoy! :)

As stated before, if you own the rights to one of the pictures that I post and would like it removed, please let me know, and I would be happy to do so. Don’t want any trouble. :)

Thought For The Day: Spanking and Safety

Hey friends, just got off another 13 hour shift in the wonderful land of the Afghans.  Day was actually pretty smooth.  Been snowing a lot, so it’s amazing how everything seems to just shut down like someone calls a time out when it starts raining or snowing.

So what had me thinking today during  my over abundance of down time, was actually brought to my attention by the wonderfully talented and legendary Dana Specht, after she read my last story about my first punishment.

She said that I brought up a great point about the topic of safety in our community, and I should look into expanding on that further in a future blog post.  So, after totally agreeing with her about the topic of safety (who am I to say no to a woman like Dana Specht!), it got me thinking about safety and how do people around the community practice it differently.  If you’re perhaps new to the community, how should you practice safety?  What works and what doesn’t? 

Here are my thoughts on the topic and would love to hear some comments from others on what their thoughts are as well.

 

So for me, when I first started back in 2006, I wasn’t really taught a whole lot about safety.  I guess for a 19-year-old just wanting to experience his first spanking, I guess the topic wasn’t a very high priority at the  time (can you blame me?).  So when I had a chance to take a step back and really look around me to try to figure out what was going on, I realized that I had to kind of slow down a little bit and think things through.  Unfortunately, we still live in the 21st Century where trusting other people, especially the ones we don’t know very well, is not as easy as it used to be.  Due to the internet and advanced communications and all that, society as a whole has found out that there are some people out there that are just….unsavory.

With this in mind, the topic arises about safety.  We have to protect ourselves when meeting for the people for the first time, and this is actually in the vanilla world as well as the Kink world.  You just don’t really know anymore if the person you’re talking to, has some other agenda that may be detrimental to your health. 

For example, I’m sure one of my friends won’t mind me sharing this story with you as it is definitely relevant and people should know that bad things do happen.  I will keep my friend anonymous but she is exactly like us, born spanko, loves everything and anything about spanking and was just looking for a sore, red bottom one night.  She met a guy online (like a lot of people do) and they agreed to meet at a hotel for some spanking fun. She went there alone, and without telling anybody, and long story short, when she got to the hotel, the man she was there to meet ended up beating her senseless and sodomizing her to the point she needed to be rushed to the ER.

Unfortunately, my friend had to learn the hard way about safety in our community, and its also unfortunate that this happens more often than we think every year.  I wish I had some sort of statistic for you to make you say “holy shit!” but I don’t.  However, what I do know is this is a real danger out there and we should all be aware of it.

I’ll use my friend’s case as an example of what she did wrong at the time and what she could have done to prevent it from happening and also preventing it happening again.  I am happy to report though my friend did make a full recovery and is now in a very happy D/s relationship.  As I said, I’m sure she won’t mind she sharing this because I know she is as passionate about safe play as I am.

So the first thing that she did wrong is she never met the guy in a public place in a vanilla setting.  You know, the good old-fashioned “meet and greet”.  This should always be on anybody’s mind the very first time they meet someone new, whether online or in person. Gives you a chance to get to know each other better, also gives you a chance to judge whether or not this person you are meeting is “all there”.  The way that groups or clubs do this is by holding what are known as “munches”.  They are usually at a public restaurant, where the kinky people all huddle together in the back room and they get to know one another.  The group that I belonged to held a munch every 2 weeks and you had to go to at least 1 to be allowed to play at the club.  Out of the dozens of munches that I went to, welcoming new people, there was only 1 couple that was not allowed to join our group.  It was a long time ago but what I remember is that the couple were interested in the type of play that just raised too many red flags and also raised some health hazards for a public setting. So the owner was polite about it and said thanks but no thanks.

Anyways, back on topic, so that’s the first step, always find out who you’re dealing with, and it’s ok if you guys don’t gel or if a red flag or two is raised, there are always more people out there to play with.

The next thing my friend let happen was she didn’t provide clear-cut ground rules on what could and couldn’t happen to her that night.  As far as the guy was concerned, anything was fair game.  You have to set boundaries, rules, limits.  If these limits are broken in any way, it’s time to stop the scene immediately.  This is all supposed to be fun, not terrifying.  Don’t leave yourself open like that.

The next thing my friend didn’t do was she didn’t let anyone know where she was going that night.  No, she doesn’t have to tell her parents where she’s going (most of us try to keep our lifestyle choices away from close family and friends anyways) but we should all have at least one or two friends in the community that we can trust.  If you don’t?  Get out there and find some, hey I’ll even be your friend!  The point is, let someone know where you’re going and that you’re meeting someone new.  Tell them where you are going exactly, and if it’s a hotel, let them know the number to the hotel and the number of the room you’ll be in.  Also an important tip is to set up a “safe call” this is where you tell your friend before hand that you will be calling them from this place at this time, and if you don’t hear from me, then expect something is wrong and call the police.

That’s an important one to let sink in and that right there is one of the best ways to set you up for success when it comes to safety.  If you forget everything else I say (I know, I can be a little boring sometimes) then remember that little tip and you will at least probably make it home alive if you do find yourself in trouble.

Another good tip is to leave yourself an escape plan.  Don’t lose your keys or your cell phone when you get to the hotel room, I know sometimes we get into a hotel room and start our spankings and clothes start flying off faster than we know it and shirts end up on the TV, pants end up in the bathtub, and bras and panties end up swinging from the ceiling fans.  Keep everything together where you know where it’s at in case you do need to make a break for it.

And when you do get out of the bad situation you find yourself in, always remember to immediately call the police.  I know, it’s embarrassing as all hell to try to explain to the police about how you were just in a bad situation while attempting to get your ass spanked, but it’s better than the alternative and letting the guy (or girl in some cases) get away with what she just tried to do.

Oh and Tops, I didn’t forget about you either.  Even though you are supposed to be “in control” of the scene, it doesn’t mean that something bad can’t happen to you either.  A lot of these safety tips can apply to you as well!  Just use your head and don’t try to tough it out.

So, in conclusion, there are my few easy tips for safer play, the main thing we have to realize is to make sure we know who we are playing with, set limits and respect those limits, and if things get out of hand, we have to know how to react and get away from the bad situation we put ourselves in.

So what are your thoughts? I know I probably missed something very important, by no means am I claiming to know it all.  Leave me a comment and I would love to hear from you.  Hey, maybe you can teach us all something new.

Have a good rest of your Sunday spankos.  It’s Monday morning here, and the snow is still falling, perfect time to head to bed.  Cya all soon and happy spankings!

P.S. A big thank you to Dana Specht for the inspiration for this post!  Thanks for being an awesome friend with great advice, and also being a great mentor! 

Dana Specht reminds you to play safe...or else!

Story: The First Punishment

Hello friends, hope the weekend is going well for you all.  I’m going to share with you one of my first (and quite possibly worst), punishment spanking I’ve ever received.

I was 19 years old, the year was 2006, and yet here today, six years later, I am still overwhelmed by the feelings of that one afternoon.

What follows is a true and accurate account of that fateful day.  Although the name of the woman who punished me has changed for privacy reasons, the rest will be all fact, and no fiction.  I hope you enjoy.

The First Punishment

By: Jon Welts

  To say that I was always a good boy is not very accurate.  Sure, I was fairly well-behaved when growing up, and my parents never had to get onto me all that much, but I was far from the perfect angel that I was perceived to be.  Ever since I was in the 5th or 6th grade, I had this yearning curiosity about what it would be like to earn a real punishment, to get into trouble, to be spanked.

I can count on one hand the number of times that my parents actually got onto me about something and I can’t even count the number of times I should have been in trouble, or the number of spankings and other punishments that I witnessed for doing the exact same thing.

For example, when I was 5 or 6, I was in the front yard with my best friend and we were playing with a garden hose on a hot California day in the summer.  I got the bright idea to take the garden hose and put it inside the open window to the living room of the house!  After two very angry mothers confronted us about it and asked whose idea it was and who did it, I lied immediately and blamed my poor friend for doing it before he even had a chance to respond.  Worse yet, before he had another chance to respond, his mother was leading him by the ear into the house and swatting his swim trunks all the way up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.  I can still remember hearing the snap of a leather belt hitting bare skin and my friend’s cries and pleads all the way from down stairs.

So as you can see from moments like that, I was definitely no angel with golden wings that could do no wrong!  My parents never thought I could do something like that, however, I still had a wonderful childhood, and I love my parents to death even if discipline wasn’t high on their priority list…ok, so it wasn’t on their priority list at all apparently, but they were still the greatest parents anyone could ask for.

So fast forward a few years and I’ve graduated high school, trying to find out what to do with myself, and trying new things.  Things I’ve been wanting to try for the longest of time, such as finding someone to actually spank me. I was 19 when it finally happened to me.  I was spanked at a BDSM and spanking party on the other side of town.  Now that I finally got to experience what an actual spanking felt like, it was time on to move to the next logical step.

What was it like to be in real trouble and be punished?

To find this answer, I kept going back to this semi-private spanking and S&M club to search for someone who could help me find that answer.  It didn’t really take long, two or three weeks later, I met a woman who seemed very different from the rest of the crowd. 

She was very tall, 6 feet tall in fact. Blonde short hair and piercing, strict, brown eyes peering over a pair of small-framed glasses.  Her name was Cheyenne….Miss Cheyenne.

I met Miss Cheyenne while talking to the owner of the club who introduced us to each other.  After being my shy self for a few moments, I began to lighten up and become friendly and wanted to know if she wanted to go out to the back patio and talk for a while.  

A little while somehow turned into hours as the night turned into the early morning.  She was very fascinating, and actually seemed to be fascinated in me, which at that time in my life, was a rare thing to accomplish. I did pick up that her favorite interest was over the knee spankings.  When I heard this of course, my eyes lit up so bright that you probably could have seen them for miles around.  Here it was, here was my chance to get what I always wanted.

We ended up exchanging phone numbers and email addresses that night and she said that she would be in touch and to remember to be a good boy…or else!  Upon hearing this, I thought I was going to go into cardiac arrest at 19 years old! My heart seemed to stop and time stood still.  Was this really happening to me?

After getting to know her better over email and chatting on the phone she decided to invite me over to her place for dinner the next weekend.  Now, for anybody that is new to this lifestyle and is a newbie getting spanked for the first time, I highly recommend that you not do things how I did them.  You often forget that this world is full of unsavory creatures and sometimes you have to take extra precautions in this day and age. Here’s a tip, if a Top invites you to their place for time alone for a first or even second time meeting…play it safe!  Let someone else in the scene know where you are going and have them check in with you once or twice throughout the night.  This was a valuable lesson that I later learned and really want to share with the rest of the community.  Ok, enough said.

Driving to her place, I was an emotional wreck.  I was sweaty, I was nervous, I didn’t know how to play things! I tried my best to calm down and just play things by ear.  I also didn’t realize that I missed an important step in the rules that Miss Cheyenne laid out for me before I went to her house that day.  She gave me explicit instructions to call or text her when I was on my way to her house.  I realized I forgot this rule as I was walking up to her doorstep!

With sweaty palms, I reached for the doorbell but before I could, Miss Cheyenne opened the door and gave me this steely gaze that made me almost want to break down in tears right then and there!  I tried to offer somewhat of an apology, however it came out muffled and stuttered.  She stood in the doorway wearing a white turtleneck sweater and jeans, with arms crossed and a piercing gaze that told me in no uncertain terms that I just landed myself in trouble…real trouble.

    “You better have a good excuse as to why you didn’t call me young man, do you realize that I was expecting that phone call so that I could start getting ready for your arrival?” She said, as my heart started to pound in my chest as my entire face grew flush.  I had absolutely nothing to say, no excuse, no real reason, not even a “hello” I was completely speechless.

   “Well, guess not then.  That’s ok, you’ll be paying for it soon enough.  Get in here right now!” And with that, I was then being led into the house by a strong arm on my bicep and I was being led through the foyer and down the hall straight ahead.

I had no idea where I was going and frankly, I was starting to get extremely nervous. I was pushed into a basic guest bedroom where there wasn’t much in way of furniture except for the basics, a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a chair.

    “Go stick your nose in that corner and wait for me to return.  Get your nose touching the wall and put your hands on your head.”  She was now pointing to the corner and I could do nothing but immediately scurry over to the corner.

In position as told with my hands on my head, I was now really worried about what might happen when all this is said and done.  Miss Cheyenne turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her, making me jump, and I heard her march down the hallway into what I assumed was her own Master Bedroom.

Minutes seemed like hours as I could hear her getting ready in the bedroom across the hall. I could tell she was getting dressed and from the rustling sound of wood, I could tell that she was more than likely choosing a wooden implement of some sort to come and spank me with.

15 to 20 minutes later, she finally opens the door and slowly makes her way into the bedroom.  I could hear my heart beating in my own chest and my palms were getting sweaty again.

She takes me by the ear and leads me to the center of the bedroom.  Taking the chair that lined one of the walls, she places it in the center of the room and has a seat in front of me.  Still with her strict and fixating gaze upon me she crosses her arms and makes me feel like I’m 2 years old.  She’s now wearing a black sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up, a long red skirt, black pantyhose, and a pair of black high heels.

    “So anything to say for yourself before we begin young man?  You know what you’re getting, you’re getting a good, bare-bottom spanking.  You know you’ve been having this coming for a while, and you know that little stunt of yours you just pulled did not help your case one bit!”

Still speechless, I fight for words with a dry mouth. I start becoming fidgety which I see starts to annoy her, so I freeze.

    “I….I don’t know what to say Miss Cheyenne…I’m sorry Ma’am.” was the best I could do at this time.

    “Oh, you’re sorry alright, but not as sorry as you’re going to be, I can promise you that.  You know this is going to be a punishment spanking and you know this will mean no warm-ups for your bare-bottom young man. Get those pants and underwear down to your ankles….right now.”

Face flushed with heat and embarrassment, I fumble with trying to take my belt off and unzipping my blue jeans.  I finally get them down and reveal to her a pair of black boxer-briefs.  Swallowing hard and with her piercing gaze upon me, I lower them too down over my hips and join them with my jeans at my ankles.

She flashes a smile of approval as she takes me by the hand and leads me over to her right side.  Silently, she pulls me across her lap and I try as best as I can to try to get comfortable in this very awkward position for me.  This is my first over the knee spanking ever, and I had no idea it was going to be like this!

Positioning me squarely across her lap, she pats my bottom and begins to rub my cool cheeks that I know for sure won’t be very cool for long.  I notice that I’m facing a full length closet mirror in the bedroom and have a feeling that this is not by accident, she wants me to be able to see myself getting spanked.

    “Are you ready for this?” She asks and all of sudden I think to myself “What on earth type of questions is that?” Of course I’m not ready, I’ve dreamt of this moment for pretty much all of my life and I can’t believe it’s about to happen any second now.  What does one say to a question like that?

    “Yes Ma’am, I’m ready.”

I feel a wisp of cold air as I sense that she has just raised her hand up to deliver the first spank.  I clench my cheeks in anticipation but know it is a useless gesture.

WHAM! The first spank lands squarely in the middle of my bare, upturned bottom and I feel like someone has just hit me with a 2×4!  I feel the wind get knocked out of me and all I can do is make a loud gasping sound.  Before I even realize what happened to me and before I get a chance to catch my breath, swat number two lands in the exact same place.  The intensity is already more than anything I’ve ever experienced in my young life and I can’t believe even my own ears, as I let out a piercing scream and jump across her lap.

This large, 6′ tall woman has no problem holding down my small 5’5″ frame and continues to spank my cheeks in an alternating pattern as hard and as fast as she can.  I begin to kick and squeal and soon realize that I clearly did not know what I was getting myself into.  This was definitely punishment….THIS is what it meant to actually be in trouble.

3 minutes pass and her hard hand spanking stops. I’m a sweaty, blubbering mess as I lay limp across her lap not knowing where in the world I’m even at.  I quickly snap back to reality as she picks up a large wooden hairbrush and snaps it firmly against my right, now glowing red, butt cheek.

I begin to panic and start trying to get off her lap and protest, but I’m held firmly in place and reminded why I was here and what was actually happening.  I was told to take my spanking like a good boy and to hold on!

She brought the brush down as hard and as fast as she did with her hand and once again, I was reduced to a squirming and squealing child.  Over and over the brush snapped down on my tender behind and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Although I was putting up quite a fuss, I still was not sure if I was reacting strongly enough to the spanking to produce real tears.  Perhaps I was missing an emotional element to all this?  Perhaps I really couldn’t cry from a spanking?

5 excruciating and brutal minutes pass slowly when she finally lays the brush down on the bed.  She starts to rub my now incredibly hot and incredibly sore bottom.  She takes a complete 180 and all of a sudden starts soothing me, something I wasn’t expecting but something I for sure wanted and needed at about that time.

I climbed up off her lap as fast as I could and I wrapped my arms around her in the warmest hug that I’ve given in a while.  She returns the hug and holds me close, telling me that she was proud of me and that it was all over now.

Hearing these words trigger that something I was missing, that emotional element that I thought was lost.  Upon hearing what she said, I burst into tears and could do nothing else but squeeze her tighter in my embrace.

I look back into the mirror, curious at how my bottom was looking after my first punishment spanking and I’m shocked at the results…a purple bottom!  I wince at the sight and cling to her like a little lost puppy.

She comforts me for a few moments and then encourages me to pull up my pants and underwear so that we can go and have some dinner.  She takes a tissue and wipes the sweat off my face and the tears from my eyes and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

    As we head out of the bedroom and down the hall I stop and give her another big hug. I shyly thanked her for giving me what I have been deserving for a very long time and promising to be a better behaved boy.  We smiled at each other and continued to the dining room to have a great dinner of spaghetti and meatballs.  As you might suspect, I ate my dinner standing up!

Even with a red-hot and very sore bottom…I was all smiles the rest of the night.

The End,