Monday, February 07, 2005
How bizarre is my job? A funny quote
Obviously, my job is somewhat unusual. But at times, it is easy to forget that there is anything all that unusual about it. After all, I employ many of my friends and some of my family, so even the people that I hang out with do not see it as all that different. Every once in a while I am presented with a situation that puts it all into perspective.
Last weekend I was talking with my wife as we were discussing some sexual fun. I made a comment that made us both stop talking for a moment and then led to uncontrollable laughter. The comment was simple:
“Shit, I left our spreader bar at work”
It seemed pretty funny at the time and gave us total perspective as to how different our jobs really are.
Experiencing spanking for the first time through the eyes of new models.
There is a fun aspect to my job that I have not really shared before. It is based on working with new models that have desires to be spanked. For the most part, our models are young and do not have much in the way of real life spanking experiences. Most of them report that they have had boyfriends that have smacked their asses a few times, but nothing that resembles a disciplinary spanking. Like most with spanking fantasies, they have desires to feel like they are in trouble and are actually being punished for something. Luckily, we are easily able to accommodate these desires.
The most interesting aspect of this is the fact that, like most of us, they have gone their whole life hiding the fact that they are into spanking. There are rarely situations as young women where they can discuss their interests in spanking with anyone. Then they walk through our doors and while somewhat intimidating, it can certainly be liberating. They find themselves in an environment in which spanking desires are discussed freely. For the first time in their lives, they are not alone, nor do they feel like perverts, with their spanking desires. They are surrounded by people that either spank or get spanked on a regular basis and have no problem talking about it. They see situations in which several people gather around a model after a shoot to look at the marks on her butt. They hear comments like “wow”, “cool”, and “look at that one”"as we all critique the marks left from the cane on someone’s bottom. They discover a completely free environment in which no one is judged for things that are often viewed as “kinky"or “perverted”.
Nothing is more fun than presenting someone into spanking, 100 different implements to choose from for their scene. They are like a kid in a candy store as they touch items that they previously have only fantasized about. They often make a pile of things that they “just have to try”. They love that they can ask questions about how each and every one will feel on their bottom. They love that they can bend over and take sample swats with any implement of their choosing. On many occasions, after completing three scenes with us, they find themselves back upstairs asking to be spanked off camera and without any additional pay, just because they are curious about how something will feel. You should see the look in their eyes as I describe a scene I have scripted that has them playing the role of a naughty school girl in serious trouble. It is often easy to tell when we have hit the nail on the head in regards to their ultimate spanking fantasy. In many cases we are providing them with a spanking that pays very well, but that in reality, they probably would have paid money to experience. I like to open people’s eyes and there is nothing greater than helping someone feel a sense of sexual liberation. I am glad that we have created an environment, which for some, is something that they have searched for their entire lives. I love it when someone realizes for the first time that there is nothing wrong with their desires. I love it when we do a very strict scene that leaves the girl in tears, and when I ask her afterwards how it was she replies, “amazing”. I love when I have pushed a girl to her limits and beyond and when it is all over she asks if we can do it on the bare next time.
It makes the whole process personally easier for me when someone is just really into it. We recently hired a new model that was clearly here to explore her unrealized spanking fantasies. After her first shoot, I asked her how she would feel about doing scenes in which she is spanked in front of a group of people, spanked with other girls, or forced to do naked corner time with others present. Her response was “oh my God, could we really do that”? I was just trying to test the waters, but she made it clear that I was pressing all the right buttons. There are aspects of my job that are difficult at best, but it all seems worth it when I am able to help someone with the exploration of their fantasies. It is more than worth it when they fully realize that if it is fun, consensual, and between adults, then there is nothing wrong with it. I think we help to create an environment that allows many women to explore their deepest and darkest fantasies without the guilt that is so often imposed by society. I am convinced that they will have a healthier and stronger sense of their own sexuality as a result.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Spanking in the real world and the roots of our spanking fantasies
By request, I am reposting this article that explores some of the more diffucult aspects of our fetish.
This is a difficult topic to explore and one that I have always had trouble putting into words. As many times as I have tried, I have never been able to articulate this point very effectively. Regardless, I thought I would go ahead and give it a shot as a blog entry. Let�s start with the difficult questions and see if we can find something resembling an answer.
Why do so many spanking videos feature situations that feel like a child in trouble getting spanked by a parent?
Why are there so many school scenes with a naughty student and a teacher or principal spanking them?
Why do we see so many people posting their true accounts of childhood spankings on the web?
Why do so many people actively seek these accounts out and read them?
Why do I blog so much about school corporal punishment and why is this one of the most requested scenes on my sites?
Why do many couples participate in �age play� in their spanking scenes?
As you can see, these are tough questions to answers. At their root, I think these are some of the things that make so many people uncomfortable about their spanking fetish. It makes them feel weird or “perverted”, so much so that they may go their entire lifetime without ever telling anyone that the concept of spanking is appealing to them. They feel like they need to just suppress these feelings and hope they go away. They assume that there must just be something wrong with them, but I would have to disagree. The Internet has made it easier for many people to realize that they are not alone out there in their “perverted” thoughts, but I think that most of us had difficulties coming to grips with it. I never once told any of my friends in school, that while they were making comments on how much they would like to have sex with a particular girl, I was thinking about bending her over and smacking her bottom with a paddle. I am sure that there are many women out there who fantasized about the captain of the football team taking her over his knee and spanking her to tears.
So what is the common thread to the questions I asked above? The common thread is that all of the above things are that they are real life spankings. I see three areas in life that real spankings take place, parental spankings, school corporal punishment, and judicial punishments. Just about any other spanking situation is between consenting adults. Sure there are a few exceptions to the rule. In the Middle East, there are many countries in which it is legal (and encouraged) for a husband to discipline his wife. From the limited information I have about this type of discipline, it seems pretty abusive. It is not a “you have been bad and have earned a punishment” type of situation, I see these situations being more related to domestic abuse, which I will never find sexy. I have seen evidence of “Christian domestic discipline” in which the couple feels that the teachings of the Bible encourage the man to physically punish his wife. This is limited enough in its use that it is foreign to most of us, so it is not the type of thing to fuel our fantasies. There are also situations like fraternity and sorority paddlings, but this falls more into the category of “hazing” and is generally not administered as a punishment. Without the punishment element, it looses a lot of what I find exciting about spanking.
Beyond what I have listed, what we are left with is consensual spanking between adults. Don’t get me wrong, there is plenty of excitement in consensual spanking between adults, there has to be, for the most part it is all we have to work with. But even in this context, many of us strive to create an atmosphere similar to the three areas listed above. For those not active in a spanking relationship, they often seek out content that has the feel of the above three areas. Why is this? To understand we need to look at spanking at its very core. Let’s take a look at spanking in the minds of people who do not eroticize it in any way. Consider what a 12 year old would tell you about what a spanking is. I think any of the following would be accurate quotes:
“It hurts”, “it is done to teach you a lesson”, “it happens when I get in trouble”, “it makes you cry”, “I do not ever want another one”, “it makes my bottom sore”, “it makes me behave”.
In general we have a situation in which someone has clearly committed an offense and they are then physically punished for it. In these real life situations the person in trouble has no control over when, where, how, with what, or for how long they are spanked. They are simply in a situation that they have no control over and it is their own actions that led them there. For the most part, the goal of this spanking is to produce a sore bottom, often to produce tears, and to teach a very real lesson. Another very key point is that this spanking is non-consensual. In real life spanking situations the person, if given the choice, would not want to be spanked. In the case of school corporal punishment, many times people elect to be spanked, but this is only because they find the alternative to the spanking to be worse.
I think the fact that many people look for spanking videos, pictures, and stories that focus on discipline of this type is normal. They are looking to see spanking presented in a way that seems real. Does this mean that we want to see children spanked? Absolutely not. There are so many ways to discipline children that are more effective than spanking. But there are limited situation in which real spankings take place. A logical place to look would be in the realm of judicial punishments. In reality, there is nothing sexy or exciting about judicial punishments in my eyes. I have seen pictures that show the results of real judicial punishments and there is nothing exciting about them. It is almost torture and in many cases the skin is ripped off the body with every stroke leading to permanent scaring. I like strict punishments, but at this level, it does nothing for me. So for me, when considering real spankings in the real world, there are parental punishments and school punishments. Do I think that either should really take place? No. Do I like to read true accounts of these things taking place? Guilty.
Why do we not find the same appeal when considering consensual spanking between adults? I think it is because we loose an element of realism and move a little away from what I find to be the root of spanking. Do we have situations in which one person is really in trouble and is really being punished in these relationships? Yes, but in most cases, one or both of the people involved find sexual excitement from this situation. This does not make it hurt any less, but it does reduce some of the dynamics that I find so appealing. Punishment or not, at some point the person being spanked expressed a desire to be spanked. As much as they may hate it at the time, at some point before or after, they fantasized about being spanked. For me, the concept of them wanting it, takes a bit away from the whole dynamic. A punishment that is desired is not really a punishment in my eyes. I think this is why you see me writing so frequently about additional things to add to a punishment beyond the spanking. I am trying to introduce elements that decrease their enjoyment of the punishment, thus increasing the realism.
I think another aspect that makes us attracted to the parental element of a spanking is unconditional love. While it exists in some relationships, it is probably not to the same degree as it does in a parent child relationship. I feel that, especially for women, there is a strong sense of feeling protected and safe that comes from parental discipline. Even when in trouble and being punished, there is a strong feeling of being taken care of. They find a sense of security from someone that is willing to discipline them, even when they do not want to, in order to help them become a better person. Some couples are able to achieve this dynamic, but not without introducing at least a small sexual element. I think the bond created is strong enough that there are many straight men out there looking for male/male spanking as adults. There was something that they felt while being punished growing up that they are looking to recreate as adults. It is not just the physical sensations that they are looking to find again, it goes well beyond that.
I think another big influence is the age at which we found the thoughts of spanking exciting. For me, and I suspect many others, my attraction to spanking came at a very early age. Thinking about spanking excited me, well before I ever found women sexually attractive. At that age, I had no concept of consensual adult spanking and all I had to work with was spanking in the real world. Before the day of the Internet, I had very little to work with. The only real contact I had with spanking (being that my parents did not spank me) was the paddling that took place in my school and the spankings that took place in my neighborhood. I went out of my way to casually obtain information about the girls in my neighborhood and school getting spanked. At this point in my life, this was all I knew in regards to spanking and I couldn�t get enough of it. I lived in a state and town in which spanking was very common and while sometimes embarrassed, many people would talk about it because it was just part of their everyday life. It left me in a situation of fantasizing about either spanking these girls, or watching them getting spanked. In my prepubescent state, there was no sexual interaction in these fantasies, it was all about punishments. This was the early attraction for me, so I think it makes sense that this is still the attraction.
I think that if there were more real world instances of adults being spanked as a punishment, that we could easily adjust what we like to read about or see depicted on video. I do not think the common thread in my questions asked above is the fact that these are children being spanked. I think that the common thread is reality. If there were more real world occurrences of real spankings between adults that we would naturally add these to the list of things we like to read about or see depicted in spanking media. But because instances such as these are few and far between, we revert back to what originally sparked our interests in spanking while growing up.
For me, I think to a certain degree, some of what I am saying is why I find the concept of school corporal punishment exciting. This is also why I focus so much on school paddling that takes place at the high school level. I think that in some way, I feel less guilty about finding these things exciting when we are discussing almost fully grown women. There are many girls that are 18 and seniors in high school that are still paddled. This is as close as I can get to a real world spanking that involves someone that is not a child. I think that this is mentally easier for me to swallow than the thought of a grade school child being spanked. There is less mental conflict for me when I consider a fully developed woman electing to take a paddling as her punishment. This still has all of the real world elements that I find exciting, but does not make me feel so weird about it. This alone helps solidify my thoughts that if there were more real world instances of adults being spanked as a punishment, then our attention would shift to these situations. One of the first spanking scenes I ever saw in the media was the strapping in the mainstream movie “Tank”. I still think this scene is fantastic and there was nothing at all that gave it the feel of a child being punished. What it did was present a spanking as a punishment, to an adult woman, in a very realistic way, and for realistic reasons.
You will notice that in the feature length films that I have shot, I try provide content that shows legal aged adults being punished in a situation that seems at least a little plausible. This was the whole basis for the “RS Institute of Learning” website. I tried to create a realistic situation that allows for the spanking of adults. In the movies “Friday Punishments”, “the RS Institute Road Trip”, and “Maid for Punishment” there is nothing to imply that these are teenage girls. Instead, I wrote scripts based on legal aged girls being spanked in real life situations that only require a small suspension of disbelief.
You will often see me writing about childhood related punishments on this blog. You will read my thoughts on school corporal punishment, you will read some of the many accounts that I have heard about people getting spanked growing up. Because of the metal conflict involved, you will rarely read anything I have written than involves the spanking of young children. Instead, my focus in generally on people who were punished well into their teen years. Once again, while I liked hearing about these things growing up and I still like reading about them now, I am opposed to the concept of spanking children in general. If I witnessed a man in a parking lot smacking his young daughter forcefully on the bottom in an abusive manner, would I find it exciting? I do not think so. Instead, I feel my initial instinct would be to smack the shit out of him and tell him to pick on someone his own size. While there are some things I like to read about, the thought of it actually happening often makes my stomach turn, thus bringing me once again to a conflicted state of mind.
It is not always easy being into spanking. The roots of our fetish, while easier to justify at a young age, becoming increasingly difficult thoughts to rationalize as adults. What we found exciting as teens, makes us feel like perverts as adults. With my business, I have been forced to come to grips with all of this. Several times a week I am in a situation of explaining to new models why we film the types of scenes that we do. I try to explain why our scenes often have a domestic feel, while at the same time trying not to weird them out. I also try to explain that even though our scenes have a domestic feel to them, that we never have anyone call the spanker “mommy” or “daddy”. Legally, I can present a girl on video as any age that I want. We can legally do “mommy/daddy” scenes, but I do not allow it. Once again, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I know this is what many people want to see (it is probably our number one request) but I just can’t force myself to do it. Once again, there is just too much mental conflict involved and it makes me uncomfortable.
In closing, I do not think that if you find yourself attracted to reading true accounts of childhood spanking that you are a pedophile. I do not think that finding yourself turned on by a spanking video in which it appears as though a teen girl is being punished by her father is all that weird. The attraction and excitement is not a product of this seeming like a child being punished, it is a product of the scene having a sense of reality to it. At its very core a spanking is a painful punishment that is meant to teach a lesson, one that the person being spanked has little or no control over. As adults into spanking, this is all that we are mentally looking for, and the age of the recipient has little or no bearing on this situation. But the reality of our world provides very few instances of this happening to adults, so we allow ourselves to push age aside and get caught up in the reality of the situation. Once again, a tough topic to discuss and even harder to rationalize, but I believe there is great truth to the points I have made. I hope that at least on some level this helps people cope with some of the more difficult aspects of their fetish.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Anal Discipline
I have seen a few comments to some of my entries that make me believe that some people have no idea where I am coming from. There was even a comment that made comparisons to one of my suggested methods of discipline as “rape”. Let me be very clear in saying that everything that I am talking about is consensual. Is every spanking, punishment, or method of discipline consented to in advance? No, this would certainly take a lot of the fun and excitement out of the whole process. But the dynamics of the relationship and the power exchange that results is something that is agreed upon and the person on the submissive side knows that certain behaviors will result in discipline. Taking control away from the person in trouble is a large part of the dynamic that we are looking for in relationships such as these. With this being said, let’s look at anal discipline as a form of punishment.
Anal discipline is a very effective form of punishment. I am not talking about spanking someone between their ass cheeks, I am talking about the use of butt plugs and related objects as a punishment. Even for a woman who is very experienced with and loves anal sex, the right butt plug at the right time, can be a very effective way to reduce bad behavior. Without a good amount of stimulation or being in a sexually excited state, anal insertion generally hurts. Even those that regularly engage in anal sex require a bit of a warm-up and stimulation before they are ready for penetration. When considering anal discipline, we capitalize on the fact that without stimulation and warm-up, anal penetration hurts.
Just as with spanking, implement selection is the key. Butt plugs come in all shapes and sizes, from smaller than a finger to larger than a fist. I recommend purchasing a large variety of shapes and sizes, so you will have one for any occasion. Even better, is to take a permanent marker and assign them all numbers. Then when your naughty young lady is in trouble, you simply send her for the number plug that you feel best fits the crime. Small infractions may only call for the number 3 plug, but a very naughty girl might need the number 10. If you are looking for an effective way to punish someone who likes to be spanked, you can rest assured that a large butt plug will provide them with a disciplinary experience that they will not soon forget.
The key factors for a punishment of this type are size and duration. How big and how long will be determined by the behavior. If someone is new to anal sex, you need to go easy at first. The initial pain of a buttplug for someone who is not experienced can be overwhelming. Even the smallest of plugs will get the attention of those new to anal insertions. For the experienced, a large plug is a must. Once the plug has been inserted, you will know right away if it is the proper size or not. The first few minutes are the very worst and the expression on their face will let you know if you picked the proper size for this punishment. While the first few minutes are the worst, the longer it is kept in, the more uncomfortable it will feel. I have not been able to find any research that suggests that prolonged butt plug use poses any safety risks, so they should be made to keep it in as long as their behavior warrants.
There are various ways to increase the effectiveness of a punishment like this. One is to play up the humiliation factor. I see no reason while the person being punished should not be required to strip fully naked and insert the plug themselves, with you watching. This is an intimate and awkward task and doing it in front of someone else will increase the embarrassment of the punishment. You could also add a time limit with a larger plug being the penalty for not getting it inserted in the allotted time. Limited or no lubrication is another way to adjust the severity of the punishment. A very naughty girl, made to insert a large plug, in less than a minute, with no lubrication, fully naked, in front of you, will be a well punished girl indeed. Unlike spanking, it is really easy to add a public element to anal discipline. While no one else will be aware, believe me, the naughty girl will be more than aware. When you really need to make an impression, why not send the naughty girl off to work for the day with a large butt plug in place. You can be assured that she will think of her behavior every time she sits down. The addition of a butt plug harness (http://stockroom.com/j126.htm) will allow you to lock the plug into place making it impossible to remove the plug without the key. Just imagine her presentation at the board meeting with a butt plug locked firmly in place.
You can experiment with an anal punishment that is progressive in nature. The punishment day begins with the number one plug, which is to be upgraded every hour until she reaches the number 10 plug. I assure you that this is 10 hours that will have her regretting whatever it is that she did wrong. I think a butt plug goes hand in hand with prolonged and uncomfortable corner time. After a rough spanking, place a wooden stool in the corner, with a butt plug firmly attached to the seat. Tell her she has 1 minute to have a seat and begin her corner time or the spanking will be administered again. Thirty minutes in the corner with a very sore bottom, on a wooden stool, with a large plug in place, will teach anyone a proper lesson. Some plugs are easier to keep in than others and you should use this to your advantage. How about a spanking in which a loose fitting plug is placed and they are required to keep it in place (without their hands) throughout their spanking or it starts over? This goes beyond anal discipline and approaches the realm of anal training. Many people are able to zone out during their spanking (a.k.a subspace) and mentally get away from the pain. Forcing them to focus on the muscles of their ass prevents this from happening, so they will mentally aware of their punishment throughout.
Use your creativity to make it a punishment that is unique and that will be remembered. How about when the young lady does something extremely bad and you just ignore the fact that she is in trouble. To her surprise you take her to a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant at a time that she was expecting the spanking of her life. During dinner you hand her a wrapped present and tell her to take it to the restroom and to open it in the privacy of a stall. Inside her gift is a shockingly large buttplug, a small amount of lubricant, and instructions to have it in place before she returns to the table. The look on her face as she gingerly sits back down at the table will show you that her punishment is working. How often can you administer an effective punishment over the course of a nice dinner? Take it a step further and make it an inflatable butt plug (http://stockroom.com/a258.htm). Several times over the course of dinner, reach under her skirt and pump the bulb a few more times until you get the reaction you are looking for.
Anal discipline serves several purposes. First, it adds an additional punishment element for those that are finding the typical spanking boring. This can quickly spice up a disciplinary relationship and bring that little spark back. It also allows for very effective discipline for those that like to be spanked. It does not matter how much someone likes ass play, there are enough plug sizes out there that there that you will be able to find one that they will not enjoy. It also allows for the addition of a public element to discipline, that while public, it is your little secret. As always, place safe and have fun.
Contest Winner
Today we held the random drawing from our current member list and we are proud to announce our winner. I will not give his details for privacy reasons, but I can tell you this person is from the Netherlands. The winner of the two free videos of his choice from Realspankings Films will be notified by e-mail. Congrats!
I am still working on a seperate page for the blog that is for members only and will include free videos.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
The switch applied to the thighs and a brand new spanking movie.
A few days ago we finished shooting our latest movie. While smaller in scope than some of our larger productions, I feel we created something very unique. We ventured out of the studio and shot on location at the same mountain house that we used for “Painful Summer”. In addition to Jasmine, the star of “Maid for Punishment”, this movie also features Claire and Kailee in their first feature roles. The three young ladies find themselves in a lot of trouble during a backpacking trip and elect to be punished at my hands instead of going to jail. The girls quickly learn to be careful what they ask for as they endure a long and grueling punishment.
In trying to provide something a bit different for our videos, this movie features the use of the switch. We have used a switch in the past, but never at this intensity. The use of the switch was not limited to their bottoms; the main focus was on the backs of their thighs. Even with models as tough as these three girls, a switch to the thighs quickly reduced them all to tears. The pain is very specific and it was clear from the first stroke that a proper switching gets immediate results.
After the switch was applied thoroughly to their thighs, they endured two additional punishments. All of them received the belt applied as hard as I could lay on the strokes. Once again, tears were immediate and I have never seen any of these girls react so emotionally to a punishment. You will get to see how effective a belt can be when used full force. After some very painful time kneeling on bricks, the girls were then pulled over my knee, restrained, and then given a very fast and non-stop session with a large wooden hairbrush. This is close to as hard as I have ever used a hairbrush and their bottoms quickly showed the results of my efforts. Once the naughty backpackers were taught a very real lesson, I took their pants and panties and sent them back into the woods. As they hiked away their bottoms and thighs clearly displayed the visible results of their infractions.
The movie has gone into the editing process and will be available in a few months. This is a short movie that focuses primarily on the spanking, without too much additional dialogue. It will probably be offered on DVD and pay-per-view, and while very severe, will run on the lower side of our price range. All three punishments administered were very severe, so this will not be a movie for those looking for the softer side of discipline. For anyone who has ever wanted to see what a proper switching applied to the thighs is really like, you will be quite happy. I will keep you posted as we get closer to a release date.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Lunge position spanking
When it comes to all of the various positions that someone can be spanked in, all of our models seem to agree that the one that sucks the most is the lunge position. Even without the spanking, it is uncomfortable as hell, and when done for any length of time it can serve as a punishment in itself. Very few positions leave the person being spanked feeling as exposed. The bottom is presented very well in this position and any hope of retaining some modesty during a spanking go right out the window.
As far as its use in the real world, I have seen a few references that demonstrate that this position has been used in a school setting. Generally called “the lunge position”, I have also seen it referred to as “the triangle”. On Jeff Charles’ anti-paddling website (well, more of a “I love to hear about girls being paddled so I will create an anti CP website"), he includes many accounts of high school girl?s corporal punishment experiences. More than one of these accounts includes references to the lunge position:
“Mr. Tidwell had me pull up my shirt any time he thought it was a long tail tucked down the back. If the woman was witnessing she ALWAYS had me and my friends pull out even a T-shirt. I had shirts slide down when I was touching toes or in lunge position. You can’t stop it and you jerk when the paddle hits so it makes it come down more. I had my breasts bounce out twice when I wasn’t wearing a bra. That time the woman had pulled my shirt right up my back when I was in lunge position and when he hits hard you kinda lurch forward and then my tits popped out. I stood up and pulled my shirt down while he lectured but when I went back down she pulled up my shirt again so the same thing happened. He said maybe it was better she didn’t pull up my shirt as it was “immodest.” (his word!!)”
“I was in the “triangle,” which the Principal called the “lunge position,” with my ass up top. That guy always said, “untuck your top and push it up” (for guys too). Like you said, they knew I had no bra (that was the dress code violation I was being punished for) and they knew my shirt would slide forward. I folded the shirt up before I bent over but 1st lick and it went loose. I swayed forward as the paddle stung a lot, and my shirt slide half way up. My hands were flat on the floor, which forced me to arch my back as I jerked, so the shirt slid more. I figured after the 2nd lick the shirt was maybe high enough up that they could see my tits. The witness was at first standing just to the right in front of me, but when the paddling started and my shirt slipped up he walked around behind me after the 2nd or 3rd lick. Maybe he looked down my T-shirt, I don’t know. The paddle was laid on hard, and my jerking made my breasts bounce more and nearly come out. They must have seen them with me bent over upside down. After the 3rd lick I could feel my shirt get caught on my breasts, so I tried to pull it back with one hand, but the principal said, “Assume the Position!” The shirt moved up even more after the 4th lick, and I figure they could see more than I realized, both breasts. I had to hold that position for a minute after the paddling too.”
“Tiffany: Depends on principal. One guy has you put your hands flat on the floor and like walk them forward so your ass is up in the air. Another one has you hold your ankles with feet together not bending your legs. And the third one always told me bend over his desk (short end on the right) and had me lie flat over the top and stretch out on my toes, feet apart so I could hold the sides.
Jeff: Did you ever have to “hold the position” while he lectured or did other things?
Tiffany: Yes, most times”
“His name is Mr. Frank. He normally had me assume the position hands on the floor and walk forward. He calls it the “lunge” position, and he says, “Assume the lunge,” or “Assume the position,” which means bend over and touch your toes, feet together. He likes to tell you off and talk about why you’re being punished.”
“Feet together, legs straight, bend down with palms on the floor, and “walk” hands forward so I made a triangle, ass at the top. He said it was safer than holding my ankles.”
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Further details about my various blog entries
I am finding that some of my blog entries are a little misunderstood at time. I am used to writing for the World Spanking Forum in which most of the people there are members of my various websites. They know enough about me that I do not generally have to qualify any of my statements. I have read comments on other blogs, as well as e-mails sent to me, that demonstrate to me that some people have no idea where I am coming from with my writings. I thought I would take a minute to help clarify a few things.
First, when it comes to my descriptions of punishing young ladies, there are several situations I am talking about. For many years, I ran a discipline program for young ladies to help them deal with real infractions in their lives. In many cases they were being punished for things they got away with when they were younger, in others, it was an attempt to help them set and fulfill personal goals. In each of these cases, this was a woman traveling to my location for one specific purpose, to receive a very real and very painful spanking. Limits were discussed ahead of time, and in most cases, how they were to be punished was agreed upon by both of us in advance. These discipline session were all about being punished and were not erotic in any way. Not to say that these spanking were not fulfilling their fantasies, most traveled from different states to realize this dream. Some of my descriptions of spanking I have administered for discipline might come across as cold, distant, and uncaring. I assure you that the dynamics of their punishment session were exactly what they were looking for. I found that there are many women who want to be held accountable for their actions and are seeking strict discipline administered from someone who knows what they are doing. They were not looking for a relationship, nor the sexual overtones that often accompany a meeting such as this. They simply wanted real discipline for real infractions without any role playing.
Another situation that I am referring to when talking about disciplinary spankings, is when I work with models that are into the scene. While not common, we do get models that are into being spanked. These girls are looking for more than just a paycheck; they are looking to explore thoughts and ideas that previously only existed in their fantasies. I take these scenes to different level and try to help them find what they are looking for. They often find themselves in scenes that are a lot stricter than the typical scene we shoot. These models have less control over their scenes and there is a much more real sense of them being in trouble. We also shoot a lot of “real discipline� scenes with several models. These are scenes in which a girl confesses something that she has done that she really feels she needs to be punished for. There is nothing fake about any aspects of this scene and the discipline is very real and almost always leads to tears. While done on camera, and for a website, I handle these scenes exactly how I did with my discipline program.
The final situation is that of the discipline that takes place in my personal relationship. You must first understand that I have ended up in a situation in which, what is generally a very private thing (being my fetish and sexuality) has become a very public one. Most people hide their spanking fetish from the world for their entire life, mine is out there for everyone to see. There are often times that I am making references to my private life, but do not specifically say so. This is due to the fact that there must be some things that are kept private. I am afraid while you might get small references, I will never get all that specific about what happens in my home.
A lot of my writings come across as cold and distant with little thought for the feelings of those being punished. I assure you this could not be farther from the case. I put a lot of time, effort, and care into really getting into the head of those that I punish. Their feelings are my number one concern and I am never working off of my own agenda. My goal is to help them find exactly what they are looking for. You would be surprised at how many women are actually looking for a real punishment spanking in which they are taken well beyond their comfort zone. They want to feel like they are really in trouble and not feel like they are doing a “scene�. They want to give up control and feel accountable for their actions. While done in a caring and non-abusive manner, I provide strict discipline and that is clear before we ever get started. I have yet to punish a woman for real offenses in which she was not the one to initiate the relationship. When I write, I tend to focus on the physical aspects of the punishments and not the emotional. I assure you that great thought and care is put into the emotional dynamics of the spankings I administer, but this is generally not what people are looking to read about.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Punished thighs during a spanking
Looking at the inclusion of the thighs as a target area for spanking
Picture from Realspankings.com
In general, I do not include the thighs when administering a spanking. I do however find that certain situations call for the addition of the thighs as a target area during a punishment. The time that I most often include the thighs is when someone refuses to hold still during their punishment. As I have stated numerous times, I feel that the person being punished should be required to assist in their punishment. It is one thing to just be grabbed and restrained while someone spanks their bottom, but I feel an important part of the process is for them to not only submit to what they have earned, but to assist in everyway possible. When someone is not submitting and doing everything they can to make the process more difficult, I find it is important to demonstrate how bad their punishment can really be. Spankings hurt and holding still can often be difficult to do. What they really need to help them hold still is perspective. Several strokes applied to the tops of the thighs gives instant perspective. On numerous occasions I have had the person being punished moving too much and telling me that there is no way that they can hold still. Once I show them what will happen when they do not hold still, it is amazing what they can accomplish. Everyone’s bottom is nicely padded, but the thighs are a much different story. The contrast between the pain of their bottoms being smacked and the pain on the thighs is tremendous.
One must be careful when spanking thighs and implement selection is of the utmost importance. In general, a leather implement is the safest way to go. There is not as much soft tissue on the backs of the thighs, so hard implements can pose a safety issue. Certainly I would never want to apply a wooden paddle stroke to the backs of anyone’s thighs. The hardest implement I would ever choose to use for punishing thighs is a cane. Once again, you will need to be very careful and have considerable skill when applying a cane to the legs, but it can be accomplished safely. Something else to consider when spanking the thighs is that the marks will generally be quite pronounced. I have given many severe canings in which both the ass and the thighs were punished. The strokes to the thighs always bruise much quicker and the effects last much longer. I have seen the long term results of some of the canings I have administered, and the thigh marks lasted 2-3 times longer than the ones on the bottom. If you need to create a long lasting visual reminder of a punishment, a few well placed strokes on the thighs can achieve this easily.
On very rare occasions, I plan a thigh spanking ahead of time. When a point really needs to be made and when you want to make the naughty girl as nervous as possible, let her know that her next spanking will include her thighs. Even those that enjoy being spanked will never look forward to a thigh spanking. The pain is so very specific that it is hard to fantasize about the effects. As a result, I feel it should be reserved for the very worst offenses, or when you find that cooperation is at a minimum. I have also found that spanking the front of the thighs can be an effective form of discipline. The times that I have done this it has been a very spontaneous moment and more of a preview of their punishment to come. A perfect example is when quick discipline is needed and you are driving in a car. It is very easy to pull over and have the naughty young lady lift the front of her skirt. A few hard spanks to the front of the thighs quickly communicates the point. It is quick and easy and can be done with both people sitting down.
Outside of the world of consensual spanking between adults, I have heard plenty of evidence to suggest that thigh punishments are not all the uncommon as a method of discipline. A good friend of mine from college, while on the topic of spanking, told me that she had never once had her bottom spanked. Knowing she was raised in a very small town in West Texas, I had trouble believing her, and asked her how she managed to grow up in that environment without ever being spanked. She then stated that she had been spanked plenty of times, just never on the bottom. Up until her early years of high school, the only way she and her sister were punished was with a switch from her mom. When they were naughty either the skirt came up or the pants came down and they were punished on the backs of their legs. This was not limited to the thighs, she stated that her mom would start just below their butts and then work her way down to their calves and then back up again. She stated that their punishments were never measured by how many strokes they received with the switch, it was based on how many trips up and down the backs of their legs would be made with the switch. She described as many as 6 trips from her bottom to her ankles and back.
I have seen evidence of this same type of punishment in an Institutional setting. I have read the testimony of “survivors� of Rev. Mack Ford’s New Bethany Baptist Church in Arcadia, LA. in which they describe some pretty severe punishments. New Bethany Church was a religious based school that somewhat served as a detention facility for troubled young ladies. It seems the primary form of discipline was corporal punishment and clearly it was administered in an abusive manner. Below is a brief recollection from two girls who lived there.
Julie Gertz, 25, and Tracy Zwickle, 35, both spent time as teen-agers behind the barbed wire of New Bethany Baptist Church in Arcadia, La. They mince no words in describing happened there:
“I mean, there were beatings of 80 to 100 licks,” Gertz said. “I mean, you basically stopped counting after 80, and the girls stopped crying. They were called ‘mama whoopings.’ Up your legs, to your back and all the way back down.”
Needless to say this reformatory was closed several years ago by the State, and thankfully, they are no longer beating your ladies into submission.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
True Account, M/ff, Severe
A couple of years ago a girl named Andrea posted a true account on The World Spanking Forum that I have always found to be one of the best I have read. It recounts a very strict strapping she witnessed as a teen and then details her six year search in trying to find out what it would be like to endure a punishment equal in severity. Needless to say, she finally finds the discipline she was looking for and learns the hard way to be careful what you ask for.
From Andrea at the World Spanking Forum
This is account is the result of a 6 year search to try and recreate and receive a very severe strapping I saw a good friend of mine receive.
The event that affected my life in such a deep way happened when I was 15 years old. A good friend of mine, Gina, had very strict parents and her dad was a Pastor at our local church. On several occasions, I had seen her well-marked bottom after a strapping from her father. Already very curious (and excited) about the whole concept of spanking, I often asked her about her punishments. While she was not shy about letting me view the results, she would not give me the details that I craved about her punishments. About as much as I could get out of her was that they were applied very forcefully on her bare bottom with a strap. She was always too embarrassed (and I think thought I was pretty weird to ask) to give me a blow-by-blow account. One Wednesday afternoon, this all changed.
Several girls at school had begun to smoke and it seemed a cool thing to do. I snagged 3 cigarettes from my dad one morning and after school that day, at Gina’s house, I talked her into trying one with me. We were confident that no one would be home for at least an hour, so we went into her backyard and lit a smoke. We both tried to inhale and ended up just coughing our lungs out. So, we decided not to inhale and just see what it was like to smoke. We shared the first and lit a second to share it as well. Halfway into the second smoke, the backdoor opened and her father came out. We tried to hide the cigarette, but it was too late. He immediately looked so angry and was speechless for a moment. He walked right over to us and slapped Gina across the face hard and she burst into tears. Then all he said was, “Girls, in the house now�.
We hurried into the house and my heart was racing so hard. He told us to sit down on the couch and wait. With that said he left the room for a moment. Gina continued to cry. I am not sure if this was from the pain of her stinging face or the thought of what might follow. When he came back in the room he seemed a little more composed and was not so angry. That did not last very long. As soon as he began to lecture us, he got all worked up again was yelling in no time at all. He did not really focus on the dangers of smoking, more the fact that he could not believe his daughter would do such a thing. He finally told Gina that she had “the whuppin’ of her life coming�. He explained to me that I had certainly earned one to, but he did not have the authority to “blister my bottom�. He further explained that while he could not spank me, there was nothing to stop him from having me see what I got his daughter into. In retrospect, it is kind of strange how he automatically assumed that I was the one who brought the cigarettes and talked her into it. While this was the case, I just found it strange that he never asked who’s they were.
He had us both stand and move to the back of the couch. He pulled up a chair for me and ordered me to have a seat. As curious as I had been about this very event, I was scared. Not just for Gina, but just plain scared. In my mind I had always focused on the physical acts of spanking, not all of the emotions that played into as well as the sheer anger that was being expressed. I did not want to see this at this point, I wanted to run and hide. It was truly a very scary situation.
He ordered Gina to bend over the back of the couch and to “tuck her hands under the cushions�. I found that part a little strange, but through years of replaying this event in my mind, I can only assume it was to keep her from reaching back immediately during her spanking. Not that having her hands under the cushions would really stop her, maybe that was just his policy. He then lifted her dress (I rarely saw her wearing anything else) and yanked her panties down to her ankles. He then unbuckled his large western style belt and folded it in half. While my heart had been racing, the overall formality of this occasion sent my heart into overload. My whole body was trembling slightly and I could not control it. He then looked at me briefly and told me to watch what “I had caused�.
Without another word, he lifted the belt high above his head and brought it down full force on her bottom. She screamed like she had been shot and was instantly in tears again. He paused for close to 5 seconds and then laid another one on her poor bottom. While I had seen her bruised bottom in the past, this was much different. The marks that the belt was leaving were not purple yet, they were a deep red, and the lines from the belt actually rose off the surface of her bottom. The right hand side of her bottom was the only part that already showed small signs of bruising. It seemed the tip of the belt must have hit differently than the rest. Once again, a 5 second pause and then another stroke. She screamed after each stroke of the belt. This continued for 5-6 stroked and then he began to pick up the pace. When I had tried to picture her getting strapped in my head, I always imagined a stroke, some lecturing, and then another. He did not say a word throughout. His pace quickened to one every couple of seconds. I was very impressed with Gina, she struggled a little, but her hands never left their spot from under the cushion. I was quite curious how she was able to do it. I was not sure if it was just that she was tough, or that she knew what the results would be if she tried to get away. Either way, I was very impressed and knew that I would not be able to take that and stay still.
Throughout the strapping, her reactions were pretty much the same. She would scream a little when every stroke landed and cry hard in between. As the pace grew faster, there was hardly any time to scream between each stroke. This led to a sort of continuous wailing from her. To my surprise, the strapping just kept getting faster. It slowly sped up until I do not think he could lay the strokes on any quicker. I would say that it was about 20 strokes into it when he reached this pace. Now he was just smacking, her now bright red bottom, what seemed to be as hard and as fast as he could. About 10 or more strokes into the pace, a weird thing started to happen, Gina started to calm down a bit. Just when I would have begun to think I was dying, it seemed she was relaxing. Her body was not wriggling so forcefully and she was no longer yelling after each stroke. Her loud crying was replaced with gentle sobbing. I was amazed, truly amazed. He kept up his pace for another 10 or so strokes with the belt and then it was over. Once again her reaction was much less than I ever would have imagined. She lay very still and was crying very gently. My conclusion at that point in time was that she had just run out of energy.
To this very day, I still kick myself for not counting. For some reason I want to know how many strokes she actually got. I have replayed this scene in my head more than a thousand times, and my best guess is around 40 strokes maybe a little more. He told her to stand up and pull up her panties. I was far too embarrassed, having witnessed this whole thing, to even look at her. She pulled up her panties and ran to her room. This left me alone with her dad and the whole room grew that much more uncomfortable. He looked at me and suggested that we make a phone call to my parents. He told me to go and call one of them and put him on the phone. I dialed my mom’s work number and got her on the phone. As soon as I said “mom�, he grabbed the phone out of my hand. Basically he said, “Mrs. ___________, I came home early today and caught our girls out in my backyard smoking. My daughter does not have access to cigarettes, so I can only assume your daughter brought them over. Gina just got the whuppin’ of her life and I suggest that when your daughter gets home, she receive the same. She is on her way home now, good day Ma’am�. He then hung up the phone and told me to “get my bottom home now�.
I got out of that house as quickly as I could and basically ran home. The whole time I tried to digest what I had just witnessed. There was a lot of conflict going on in my head. My initial thoughts were of remorse for Gina and what she had just gone through. But, at the same time there was unbelievable excitement, having just witnessed something I had tried to imagine hundreds of times. The final variable was the fact that I was going to really be in for it when I got home. Although my parents were smokers, they had made it very clear that I would not be one. My parents had never spanked me and I knew they would not today. As expected, when I got home there was a very lengthy lecture and I was grounded for two weeks, including use of the phone. This was about as bad as it got in the way of punishments at my house. I had a lot of time over the next two weeks to reflect on the enormity of the punishment I had witnessed. After the initial shock had worn off, I was pretty much just left with excitement.
As a result of witnessing this punishment, I would begin to fantasize about what it would have been like had I been the one who was spanked that day. This would become a frequent and unavoidable fantasy of mine for the next 6 years. I would play it in my head two ways. The first, he was my father and I was the one strapped. The second variation was that he just went ahead and strapped me as well that day. The father aspect tended to weird me out a little, so my most frequent fantasy was for me to have been included in the punishment. When I say fantasy, I think obsession is a better word for it. Some how, some way I needed to take this out of my head and see what the experience was really like.
Last year, just after I turned 20, I decided that I needed to find a way to live out this experience for myself and see what Gina really went through. I tried to explain to my current boyfriend at the time my desire. I think he thought I was a little weird (which at this point I did not care) and he humored me with the first spanking of my life. He took me over his knee, gave me a few love taps, and that was the end of it. It was clear that I was not going to be able to experience what I really desired with him.
As I am beginning to discover, I took the route that many women have and turned to, the Internet. I began spending late nights in the computer lab at my school and began reading message boards, chatting in spanking rooms, and posting online personals. This led to three separate encounters in which I was spanked. All of them involved the use of a safeword (something that I was advised was the smart way to go about it). On one occasion, in which a strap was used, I used the safeword almost immediately. On the second occasion, he would not spank me very hard at all, and it was more playful than painful. On the third occasion, the man was all about sex and I was out of there quickly. Three experiences, three disappointments, I had tried hard, but was still unable to fulfill my fantasy.
The first guy was the closest I came to what I wanted. But, he really lacked any sort of authority. The whole process was just kind of mechanical. He talked too much about the strapping, there was no sense of being in trouble, but the strokes were very hard. I was disappointed in myself that I was not able to take all that much. What I felt was lacking was the very stern presence of a real authority figure. Someone I would not dare try and get out of the spanking with. I also felt the safeword was standing in my way. While I wanted to have a safe experience, I needed to give up complete control and the use of a safeword was standing in my way. Gina did not have the option of stopping her punishment with a word. She was forced to take everything she had coming and her opinions, feelings, or pain tolerance were not a factor. I was forced to rethink my plan.
I decided the best thing to do was to find a very real disciplinarian, someone with tons of experience. Not the “I love to spank girls� types that I had previously contacted. After asking around online, I was referred to a web site in which a man offered “disciplinary services�. He stated that he was safe and sane, but only dealt with true punishments. His site further explained that he could provide references. To me, this sounded like what I had been looking for. It was about a 10-hour drive from where I lived, but I felt I had to check into it. I began exchanging e-mails with this guy and from the very beginning he seemed like a winner. He was very stern in his communication style, yet very polite. He treated me with the utmost respect, yet made me feel like a little girl at the same time. The only problem that arose was when I began to speak of wanting to be punished without the use of a safeword. At first, he refused. He stated that all first sessions involve the use of a safeword. I continued to argue the point and he finally offered me a deal. I was to write a 1000 word essay with the goal of trying to convince him that I realty wanted a session without a safeword. He said once he read it, he would say either yes or no and we would not argue the point any further.
For the next 3 days I basically neglected all of my schoolwork and poured everything I had into this essay. It was very strange to be spending so much time trying to convince someone to beat my ass with a belt. But, this also helped to strengthen my thoughts that this guy was indeed safe and the one for me. I finished my e-mail and sent it to him. I waited three days for a response and after class one day I saw an e-mail from him in my mailbox. Almost too scared to look, I finally checked the mail. The answer was simple, “Yes. On what day will you be arriving?�. My heart dropped.
We made arrangements for me to drive up in three weeks. He also had me send him a detailed written account of the experience I was looking for. The three weeks passed and I was on the road. My head was full of emotions during the 10-hour drive. This really seemed as if it was going to be it. Six years of waiting and I was going to finally know what Gina had experienced. While prior to the drive my thoughts were exciting, for the first time the enormity of the situation hit me and I was scared.
I arrived in his city and called the number he had given me. He gave me directions to a local deli and said he wanted to meet for lunch first. I drove there and waited. He arrived a few minutes later. He knew what kind of car I was driving and walked right up to my window. I rolled down the window and said hello. He greeted me with a warm smile, but informed me that I would call him “Sir�. My heart sank and I replied with a “Yes Sir�. We went inside and ordered some food to go. He said that before we started, he wanted to be able to talk to me in person for a little while and make sure I really wanted to go through with this. He felt that we should go somewhere where we could talk in private. He told me to follow him and we drove to a very nice park. We sat under a tree and ate our lunch. My stomach was in knots, so it was hard to eat. He asked me many questions. He wanted to better understand my motivations for this and wanted to know in detail what I hoped to gain. He seemed genuinely concerned about my feelings and listened very carefully as I went into detail. After about a 45-minute conversation, he said that we would go on with it as planned. We walked to our cars and he told me to follow him to his house.
As excited as I now was, I felt like I was going to throw up. I felt that in just a few minutes, I was going to experience the most intense pain of my life and would not be able to do anything about it. A gave the whole thing second thoughts more than once. We finally arrived at his house and it was very nice. He got out of his car and I started to get out of mine, when he waved me back in. He walked over to me and told me to hold on just a minute. He walked several feet away and got out his cell phone and made a call. I desperately wanted to hear what he was saying, but could not. Finally, he put away his cell phone and motioned for me to get out of the car. At this point things got strange for a moment and I began to question if this was a good idea. He presented me with some sort of story about the entryway of his house was being worked on, so he did not want me to go through that way. He informed me that he would go in the front, but I needed to go around back. I agreed, but was very confused. I began to fear his motivations for some reason, but against better judgment, I did as I was told and walked through the back gate, while he entered through the front door.
When I walked into the backyard, I was startled when there was a girl around my age in the backyard. I immediately told her that Mr._______ had told me to come back this way. She told me that she knew who I was and to come over to her. I was thoroughly confused at this point. Who was this strange girl? All it took were her next words for everything to come together in my head. She said “hey, I do not think he will be home for a least an hour, want to have a smoke with me�. All of a sudden reality and fantasy crashed together. I could not believe what was going on. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up and took a few drags off of it and handed it to me. I took a few drags, but did not inhale. I had not smoked since that day in Gina’s backyard. When I handed the cigarette back to her my hands were shaking like mad. She told me not to be nervous, that he still had an hour at work and we would not get caught. I could not believe how elaborate this setup was. All of a sudden I was 15 and smoking in my friend’s yard. Less than a second later the curtains on the window we were standing in front of were pulled open, and there he stood. He yanked the window open with such force, the pane of glass actually cracked. I think that surprised us all. Instantly he was yelling at both of us about how he could not believe we were smoking. Honest to God, I have never been more scared, he was truly pissed. My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour and my whole body was shaking to the point of convulsions.
He yelled at us through the window for another moment and then told us to get into the house. He once again slammed the window shut and pulled the curtains. The girl actually said to me as me walked toward the back door, “see what you got us into�. I could not believe my ears. I replied with, “it was your idea, it isn’t my fault�. At this point I crossed a very strange line. The weird thing was is that when I said that, I was not role-playing. It was her fault that we were about to get in trouble, this did not seem like it was all a result of something I had requested. Once again, fantasy and reality began to blur as I got caught up the realism of this situation.
She opened the back door and we walked into a kitchen area. He called to us from the living room and told us to come to him. We walked into the room and he just stared at us. It was the most intimidating stare I had ever seen in my life. I wanted to just disappear and forget the whole thing. He walked closer and asked us is we had both been smoking. At the exact same time, we both replied. She replied “Yes, Sir� and I made the mistake of replying with just a “Yes�. Out of know where his left hand came up and slapped me hard across the right cheek. This I did not expect at all. My eyes filled with tears and my ears were ringing. While I had explained to him the entire details of Gina’s punishment, I had never requested to be slapped. But, in his defense, I had told him on many occasions I wanted to know exactly what she had experienced. I had never been slapped before, nor had I ever been in a fight and been hit in the face. This was completely new to me and I was stunned in a very big way. Tears streamed down my face and I heard him say, “didn’t I tell you earlier to always call me sir�. Still too stunned to really comprehend what he was saying, he slapped me again on the other cheek. That was all it took for me to really start crying. He said to me very loudly, “when I ask you a question, I expect an answer, do you understand?�. I replied with a “Yes, Sir� through my tears. I had really thought his previous question was a statement, that is why I did not answer. Either way, the point has been made very clear to me. While he was just staring at me, I glanced at the girl next to me, and while she appeared nervous, I detected a faint smile in my direction. He then asked me again, “were both of you smoking?�. This time I replied with a “Yes, Sir�.
He said that both of us smoking made it nice an easy for him. If we were both smoking in his house on his property, then he was going to give us both “the whuppin’ of our life�. I could not believe how well prepared he was for this, he was using exact quotes from my account. He then said, “Since you have not been punished by me before, I will let you watch Tara take her whuppin’ so you can see what I expect from you�. He walked to the bar and pulled up a tall barstool for me to sit on and motioned for me to sit. I did as I was instructed and sat down, rubbing my now pulsating face. He told Tara to bend over the back of the couch and to “tuck her hands under the cushions�. She did as she was told and waited. He pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. She was a petite girl with the smallest little butt I have ever seen.
As he began to unbuckle his belt I reflected on this moment in time. All of a sudden I was 15 years old again. It seemed as time had warped and everything I had pictured in my head for the last 6 years was now reality. It began to sink in that I was really going to be punished this time and it was not a fantasy. He removed his belt and it seemed much larger then the one Gina had been strapped with. It was not really longer, but this seemed to be a very thick, well-worn belt. Just as Gina’s punishment had started, this one started the same way. There were no more words spoken, he simple raised the belt high above his head and swung it with all his might. He swung a little different in the fact that just before he brought the belt down, he kind of raised his front leg off the ground and brought it down firmly as he swung. It seemed kind of like the way a pitcher in baseball wound up to throw the ball. The reactions from the first stroke were ear piercing. Tara screamed with every ounce of energy she had in her. Her reactions made Gina’s seem tame. Her tiny butt instantly displayed the marks from the first stroke. About 10 seconds later the next stroke landed with the same reaction. Unlike Gina’s bottom early into the punishment, this girl’s bottom was showing deep bruising. I assume it is because she had no padding at all on her bottom. The parallel lines from the belt were leaving deep bruises and her right cheek was black and blue from where the tip of the belt had landed. As much as she had screamed, she had not really begun to cry yet that I could tell.
He continued, giving her a stroke every 6-8 seconds. As he continued, she slowly started to cry. Throughout, she never moved an inch. After around 20 strokes, he began to pick up the pace. The strokes were now less than 5 seconds apart and he was really laying it on. She began to cry louder and louder as the speed picked up. Just as I had described to him in my accounts, the pace continued to quicken. Somewhere around the 30th stroke, he was swinging as fast as he could. Her crying was loud and continuous and he just continued to beat her poor bottom. Just after 60 strokes, I began to see the same change that I had witnessed with Gina. She began to calm herself a little and the crying quieted down. This had no effect on him and he continued to whip her bottom. Unlike Gina’s punishment, I counted every stroke this time. He stopped on number 87.
He straightened up and was breathing loudly with sweat beading on his forehead. He took a moment to look at her bottom. It was a big mess of bruises. I could not believe the damage that had been done. Her entire right cheek appeared to be one big mass of bruises. I was amazed that someone’s bottom could even look like that. She continued quietly sobbing as he caught his breath. He called me from my chair and told me to take a look at Tara’s bottom to see what I could expect. It once again hit me that I was not just a spectator, that I was going to be a participant. I felt a little faint as I stepped off the stool. He called me closer and had me kneel down with my face just a few inches from her bottom. I could no longer tell where each stroke had landed; her entire butt was red, black, and blue. Her bottom gently quivered with her sobbing. He had me stand back up and sit down on the stool again. He pulled up a second stool and had Tara take a seat. He made her keep her panties around her ankles and her dress above her waist. She sat down very gingerly, and pulled her dress to her tear stained face and just buried her face deep into the cloth.
He informed me that he needed a moment to get his rest and regain his strength, so he could punish me as effectively. He went to the kitchen and grabbed himself a bottle of water. Considering what I just witnessed, and the fact that I was next, I was overcome with emotion. I unexpectedly began to cry. He came back into the room and sat on the back of the couch looking at us. I made the decision right there that I wanted to back out. This had been my ultimate fantasy, but I no longer wanted any part of it. I think some things are just best left to the imagination. There is no way I could take what that girl got and I just wanted to start my drive back home, having just witnessed another very real punishment.
I gathered all the courage I could muster and I told him, “Sir, I have changed my mind, I no longer want to go through with this and would like to leave now�. Tara instantly looked right at me. He stood up, walked to within a foot of me and said in a very stern voice, “young lady, you are the one that got in trouble and you are in my house. You must be very confused if you think you have any say in this at all. It was my decision to punish you girls in this matter for smoking, so there is nothing in your mind to change about this situation. You will face the consequences of your actions and you will leave when you have been properly punished, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?�. I was dumbfounded and did not know what to say, I just stared at the ground. Once again, out of nowhere, a hard slap landed across my left cheek. Once again, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?�. I replied with a quiet “Yes, Sir� through my tears. I really had no say in this at all. I had spent 6 years waiting for this moment, but I no longer wanted to go through with it. But, here I sat like a helpless little girl with no power to stop what was about to happen. I once again felt sick and thought I might throw up.
He set his water on the bar and grabbed me hard by the arm and dragged me over to the couch. He yelled for me to bend over and put my hands under the couch cushions. I immediately did as I was told. I felt my dress being lifted and his fingers enter the waistband of my panties as he yanked them forcefully to my ankles. The anticipation was too much for me to bear and I began to cry loudly. With no warning, the first stroke landed. I was shocked by the pain, it was 10 times harder than any swat I had from the guy in which I used the safeword. I immediately jumped up and grabbed my bottom, screaming at the top of my lungs. I strong hard pushed me on the middle of my back and forced me back down. With a lot of anger in his voice he said, “young lady, you have earned this punishment and you will take every stroke I give you and you will stay in position. If you chose to get up again, this will be the result�. I then felt a brutal stroke, which landed on my thighs halfway between my knees and my bottom. I once again jumped up and started rubbing my thigh. I was crying as hard as I ever have in my life after just two strokes. The one on the thigh made the one on my bottom seem tame. He forced me back over again and informed me that this punishment would continue on my thighs until I learned to take my punishment properly. As promised the next stroke landed, once again, on my thighs. I used every ounce of energy I had to stay still. I gripped the underside of the cushion with all my might and managed to stay bent over. He said, “that is better� and the next stroke landed on my bottom. While better than the thigh, it was still the most intense pain I had ever experienced. I focused on my grip on the cushions and held firm. With me better under control, he fell into a rhythm, giving me a stroke every 10 or so seconds. I yelled loud and cried hard. While both punishments I had now witnessed seemed very painful, there was just no way that I ever expected it to be like this.
I lost track of time and reality. Reality for me at this point was a pain I never knew before. All I could focus on was the pain on my bottom and the death grip I had on the cushions. Somehow, focusing on my hands seemed to make it all just bearable. As expected, I noticed the blows on my bottom increasing in speed. With no time to recover between the strokes, I began a constant sort of screaming. I was crying, screaming, gasping for breath, and almost blinded by the tears in my eyes. There was no way I could take this, THERE WAS NO WAY I COULD TAKE THIS! The pain increased to a whole new level and I became disoriented and confused. My mind was cluttered an overloaded with sensations. While still keeping my feet in place and my hands gripped tight on the cushion, my whole body was convulsing under the blows from his thick belt. I could no longer tell the difference between when the blows were landing and when they were not, it was just a constant and continuous pain I was unable to escape.
At some point, I do not know when (it could have been 30 strokes into it, it could have been 30,000) I began to give up the fight. I quit gripping quite so tight on the cushion, I let my body relax and quit convulsing, and I ran out of energy to scream. The whuppin’ was still going on, but something had overcome me. I do not know if this was an out of the body experience, if I was submitting, or if I lacked the energy to fight it. The pain while still very intense was somehow tolerable. I was achieving the impossible and I was able to take this. The pain no longer mattered, he could whip me all day and I felt I could take it. Just as I contemplated these feelings, it stopped.
I was instantly overcome with a flood of new emotions and resumed crying pretty hard. I just buried my face in the couch and had a very good cry. While very aware of the pain of my bottom, it was not as I expected as far as overall soreness. My entire bottom pulsated with the fast beat of my heart and it stung, but I expected the first few minutes after a strapping to be the very worst part. From what seemed like another world entirely, I heard a voice tell me to stand up. I quickly realized that there were other people in the room with me and that this was real. I quietly replied with a “Yes, Sir� and stood up, a little dizzy and disoriented. My eyes locked with Tara’s as she stared deeply into my soul. This moment was broken when a stern voice informed us, “well, that should keep you girls from smoking in the future. Tara, you need to get to your room now�. She replied with a “Yes, Sir� and ran off awkwardly with her panties still around her ankles.
He reached his hand out and grabbed my chin and pulled my head up until I was looking at him. He looked deep into my eyes and asked me if I had learned a proper lesson about smoking. I told him I had. He informed me that a phone call to my house would not be necessary, since he had elected to take care of things his own way. He told me that it was getting late and I better head on home. With that said I was dismissed. I walked out the front door into the lightness of the day and for a moment, felt like I needed to walk to my parent’s house. I got my wits about me, located my keys, and got in my car and drove away. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going, I just drove down the street and hopped on the first freeway I came to. I did not consider time, distance, or directions; I just drove trying to grasp everything that had just happened. It was a lot to absorb and it was going to take me a very long time to figure it all out mentally. My bottom had a nice warm and surprisingly pleasant feeling. I thought that a sore bottom would be one of the worst parts, but it really was not bothering me. I noticed that my heart rate was probably still close to double its normal rate.
Five minutes or five hours later (I really have no idea) I came across a grouping of hotels and restaurants next to a mall. I had packed a bag, knowing I did not want to repeat the long drive in a single day and decided to get a room. I walked to the counter, still in a daze, and paid for a room. I drove my car around to my room, entered, and collapsed on the bed. Fully overloaded mentally and physically, I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke it was dark outside. I have no idea what time I checked in, but the clock now showed 10:30 PM. It took me a moment to even realize where I was and if this afternoon had been a dream. As I stood up, I became very aware of my bottom. It hurt to stand up and walk. With every step I felt an intense soreness that I had never experienced before. I walked to the mirror and flipped up my dress. Even the process of lowering my panties caused considerable pain. When I saw my bottom for the first time I was shocked. It was a nasty mix of purple, black, and blue. Just like Tara’s bottom, the right cheek was a mess of angry bruises. Surprisingly, my whole bottom was kind of hard to the touch. It had somehow firmed up everywhere the belt had hit. On the backs of my legs there were two of the worst bruises I have ever seen. It looked like I would not be wearing shorts for quite some time. I must have spent 30 minutes looking at my poor bottom. The biggest surprise was when I sat on the toilet to pee. I found it almost impossible. While when driving I thought that I had somehow gotten lucky and my bottom was not that sore, I guess it just takes time. I ended up squatting above the seat to go to the bathroom.
I desperately needed some food, so I walked across the parking lot to a Chili’s. Once again the act of walking proved to be painful. I sat alone and had dinner. I struggled for 45 minutes to try and find a way to sit comfortably and it never happened. I was still in a bit of a daze while I ate and reflected on the resolution of a 6-year fantasy. It was more than I ever expected. It went far beyond what I wanted. It was the worst experience of my life; it was the greatest moment I have ever experienced. It was the most pain I have ever felt and the hardest I have ever cried. The next morning I began the long drive home. The drive turned out to be almost as painful as the strapping itself. I had no idea that the pain got worse with time not better, I felt far worse than I had the night before. I stopped dozens of times just to get the weight off my bottom. When I returned to the dorms, I was beat.
I experienced pain for more than 5 days. The bruises on my bottom lasted more than 2 weeks and the marks on my thighs did not fully fade for almost a month. I came up with a good excuse for the bruises on my thighs so I could resume wearing shorts. About a week after my experience, I received an e-mail from him asking me to describe my experiences for him. I went into great detail and relived the whole experience for him. As I reread my very long e-mail, I noticed that it resembled a thank you note. As horrible as the experience was, I loved him for it. He had taken my fantasy to a whole new level, one which I did not think was possible. I asked him a few questions, especially the thing I was the most curious about, who was Tara and why was she there? He explained to me that he had been punishing Tara for almost 2 years. She was a young girl that craved very intense discipline. One of her fantasies had been to be punished severely with another girl watching and then to get to watch. He had arranged that day for both of us to fulfill fantasies. I guess I am not the only person out there with these bizarre feelings.
Well, that is the full account of one of two spanking I have received in my life, both as an adult. Thanks for listening.
A.
Exposed at Spanking Online
Embarassment as a spanking supplement
When I blog about other spanking sites, I like to focus on the things that I like about the site that I find to be unique. There are now many sites that produce content for the web, but one really has to stand out for me to comment on it. I have not covered Spanking Online yet and being one of my favorite spanking sites, it is worth a mention. I am not one to cover just any site with the hopes of making some money from sending them hits. You will never read a blog entry about a site that I do not have a membership to. Being a spanking producer, my standards are pretty high and very few sites make the grade.
Spanking Online regularly features an aspect of a punishment, that at first I was not a big fan of, but have grown to like. In a lot of their spankings, they require the naughty girl to expose her privates. I have become somewhat of a fan of their scenes in which the girl lowers her panties and raises her skirt to show herself to the world. The whole process is more than just getting her naked, it is the added humiliation of actually presenting her vagina to be viewed. They have many pictures that clearly demonstrate that some of the girls they hire like to be spanked. During a spanking I do my best to make sure the girl never feels humiliated. I find a little embarrassment goes a long way, but make sure that I never require them to do anything that feels degrading. I think Spanking Online has found a nice balance between the two. I would say the way they are required to present themselves goes a little beyond embarrassing, but without crossing the line into full on humiliation. Most of their models are amazing, so getting a peek at their privates is really just an added bonus. For additional photos click the “more� link below. Please note that I will never post a deceptive link on this blog. All of the “more� links in my posts lead to a page on this blog that really just provides more photos. There are no pop-ups, nor will you be taken to a different site, I just need to get some of the images off of the main page so it will load quicker for you.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Outdoor Spanking
A look at outdoor spanking from Spanked Cutie
It took me a little while to warm up to the website Spanked Cutie . The featured girl is the orginal model for Girls Boarding School and now has her own site. It took them a little while to build up enough content, but the site is now quite large. The one thing that they consistenly do on this site, that no one else seems to do, is outdoor spanking. There have been a few companies over the years to shoot some outdoor spanking scenes, but I do not think anyone has as much outdoor spanking content as Spanked Cutie
I am not sure what the atraction is for me, but the outdoor scenes are really hot. It may the additional public aspects of the punishment, or it might be the voyeur feelings I get when watching these scenes. Click the “more” link below to see some pictures that I have selected that highlight some of the various outdoor spanking this young lady receives.
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Bruised and Marked Butts
A exploration of bottoms that are bruised from a spanking.
In the world of spanking, I find that people are either attracted to, or repulsed by, marked or bruised bottoms. It is certainly a matter of personal taste, but for me, it does not really matter that much. I like to see marks in a spanking video because it demonstrates that the spanking was real. As you know, I am not a big fan of fun little sensual spankings, so when I see a thumbnail of a bruised butt, I am usually interested in the content because I know I am going to see a hard spanking. When applying a hard spanking for disciplinary purposes, I do not find that a marked butt is a requirement. Everyone marks differently, so to use how bruised someone’s butt is as a guideline for punishment, is unrealistic. What leaves one person black and blue, might only leave someone else, very red. When really trying to apply a disciplinary spanking that will be remembered, marks are certainly an added bonus. First, a nicely bruised butt will almost always remain sore for many days. I like the punishment to carry on well beyond the actual spanking and a bruised butt is usually one that adds difficulty when trying to sit down, for at least 24 hours. A nicely marked butt also serves as a visual reminder of what someone did wrong and the results of their actions.
As a producer of spanking videos, we generally like it when a model marks fairly easy. What we provide is visual content related to spanking, so anything that better shows the results of a spanking is good for us. It amazes me the differences in the way different models mark. We have some girls that will have visible bruises after their first light hand spanking with us. For others, it takes a long session with a wooden paddle to see any results. One of the biggest factors that seems to influence how easily someone marks is diet. I have found that someone who lacks iron in their diet seems to mark very easily. We have had models that were concerned with how easy they marked that we recommended that they just take a multi-vitamin daily. The results are immediate, and not only do they not mark as bad, they seem to recover much quicker. For those of you that are looking to find ways to heal your marks quicker, I would suggest an iron supplement as well as a topical ointment called Arnica gel. We buy arnica by the case and provide it for all of our models. Most of our models are single and dating and are not quite at a point in their relationships in which they are ready to explain a bruised butt.
One model we shot in the past was a topless dancer and she was concerned with dancing with a bruised butt. She did her best to heal her marks quickly, but on one occasions after a really hard paddling, there was no way for her to conceal her bruised bottom. She had to dance that night and was concerned at what people would say when she was dancing with marks on her ass that could have only come from being spanked. I jokingly told her to tell anyone that asked that “she had been naughty and that she had been spanked�. We all had a good laugh about it and then she left for the day. The next time she worked for us, she thanked me for the advice. She had actually said to people exactly what I had told her and she said that it greatly influenced her tips. I have to give her credit for her courage and I was mostly joking when I told her this. It seems that the guys were more turned on looking at her butt and imagining her being spanked, than they were just looking at her butt. From that day forward she generally wanted to leave with a bruised bottom.
Like it or not, a bruised bottom is a sign that a very real spanking has taken place. Our videos feature bottoms that have often been severely marked, but it is never our goal going in to a shoot. We simply try and film very real spankings that are administered in a painful way. When dealing with discipline at this level, a bruised or welted bottom is often the result.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
The blondes of GBS
A profile of the blonde hotties from the Girls Boarding School
Hair color has never been a major factor for me in regards to what women I find attractive. But when it comes to the Girls Boarding School I am a huge fan of the blondes.
The one that appears in the most scenes is Linda, and I thank them for that. Outside of my own studio, she may be my favorite spanking model of all time. She is naturally beautiful with a cute face and an amazing body. They capitalize on this and she is often fully naked and there is always a camera to capture the look on her face. In the various scenes that feature her, she is spanked with just about every implement out there. I particularly like it when they apply the wooden paddle with holes to her lovely bottom. She has been on the site from the very beginning and is still an active model for them.
A close second to Linda is Alice. She has wonderfully pouty lips and even though she is well endowed, there is something very youthful about her body. As with Linda, they never hesitate to have her remove all of her clothes before punishing her creamy white bottom. She is a lovely site when she is fully naked and bending over for her punishment.
Eve is another model, that while not featured quite as much, I always look for scenes with her. She brings a nice innocence to scenes with her very youthful appearance. She has amazingly long legs that are quick to grab anyone’s attention. She is a model that almost looks out of a place in an adult related production. You can tell that she does not like spanking one bit so all of her scenes have a nice sense of realism. There is a great scene in which you get to see her receive the first caning of her life. As with Alice, her pale skins displays the marks from her punishments nicely.
In addition to the lovely blondes above, there are also Claire, Sarah, and Jackie. Jackie is a pretty new model with them and I look forward to many more scenes with her. There are many more blondes on the Girls Boarding School and well over a dozen more models that are not blondes, but when I am looking through their thumbnails for a video to watch, my eyes are always on the lookout for their blondes.
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Thursday, January 13, 2005
True account of school corporal punishment
A description of a school paddling that a good friend of mine received in a public school in Texas during the late 80’s.
It should be clear by now that I have a fascination with school corporal punishment. I think one of the main reasons is the fact that it was my only personal experience with spanking growing up, being that I was never spanked by my parents. As I have stated before, as a teen, I would do just about anything I could to get girls I knew to talk about their experiences being spanked. Today, I thought I would detail one of my favorite school paddling accounts that was actually told to me directly by the girl who experienced it.
The girl in question is the younger sister of one of my good friends. While a couple of years younger than the group I hung with in high school, she was close with her brother and as a result, we were often at the same parties together or just hanging out on the weekends. Being that this is still a person that I communicate with, I will change her name and the school involved, but everything else is 100% accurate. Even though “Laura� was a sophomore when I was a senior, every guy considered her to be one of the hottest girls we knew. She was unbelievably gorgeous with the kind of ass that fuels every school boy’s fantasies. The summer before her sophomore year, her brother, mother, and her all moved to a different school district. The school was actually closer to my house than the one I attended, but it was a different district. I lived in a suburb of Ft. Worth Texas, which was a small town that was about as far away from the city as you could get without being in the country. The town they moved to was maybe ten miles from where I lived, but it was considered “the country�. This was a town that had three different schools, a primary, middle, and high school. Although small, they were their own independent school district.
While they had moved, we still hung out just as much because they were not any farther away. One day I was asking her brother what he thought of the new school and his response was “it is Hicksville�. He explained some of the differences between the new school and the one I attended. One thing that I found odd was that they had a dress code. Things like concert shirts, shorts, and ripped jeans were not allowed. If you wore a button up shirt, every button had to be fastened. It was clear that this was a much different school environment than they were used to. Through further probing, he mentioned that each and every week he had heard at least one paddling take place in the hallway. This of course got my attention, so I asked him if he had been paddled. He laughed and said “Hell no, but Laura managed to get one during just her second week�, I just about fell out of my seat. The thought of Laura presenting her beautiful bottom to be paddled was almost more than I could bear. Trying not to cross the line between being curious and being perverted, I simply asked him how that went. He responded with “you would have to ask her, but she said it hurt like a mother fu****�. I left it at that but knew that at some point I would have to get all the details.
It was several months before I found a chance to talk to her about it without being in a room full of people. It was a Friday night and we were having our typical gathering at an older friend’s place that had his own apartment. Most of us were there and my friend got a call from his sister asking him to come and pick her up and bring her to the party. He told her no and that he was not going to drive an hour round trip to pick her up. I quickly made up the excuse that I was going to run and get cigarettes anyway and that I would swing by and get her and bring her over. He told her that I could come and get her and she was happy and said she would be ready. I drove the 20 miles to get her, considering how to explore the topic of her school paddling. As I pulled up she came running out and was very grateful that I had come all that way to get her.
I went right into a school talk and her if she was making new friends. I continued with the small talk in the hopes that she would mention that she had been paddled. If never came up so I finally just said, “oh yeah, your brother said that someone paddled you, is that true�? She answered with, “Hell yeah, he busted my ass good�. Trying not to focus too much on the paddling, I asked her what she had done to get paddled. After finally breaking the ice, Laura detailed the entire experience during the rest of the drive. I will leave out the additional probing I did to get all the details and simply leave you with her full account. There may be a few details I have missed, but for the most part this is exactly what she experienced with her first school paddling.
As hot as she was, she obviously received a lot of attention from the boys in her school. This is what led to her first paddling. In a class with a female teacher, she had been extra chatty with a couple of the boys. They flirted and past notes throughout the class for several days. One day the teacher had enough and singled Laura out as the trouble maker. She was given a stern warning about the distractions she was creating in class. Near the end of her second week of school it happened again and this time she was “sent up� for it. There was no warning, she was simply asked to come to the front of the room. The teacher handed her a “pink slip� and told her to go see the Vice Principal. While at my high school there was a girl’s VP and a boy’s VP, there was a single male at her school who handled the discipline problems. She told me that what annoyed her the most was what she read on the pink slip as she walked to the office. It said “disrupting class, multiple warnings, disciplinary action required�. She was pissed because she had only been warned once, not “multiple� times. She was also bothered that on both occasions, the boy she was chatting with was never included as someone else that was also disrupting class. She knew she was pushing the teacher’s limits, and felt that she might get in trouble, she just didn’t like the way what had happened was represented on the pink slip.
She went to the office and asked the secretary where to go. She took Laura’s pink slip and told her to have a seat. The pink slip was taken to the VP’s office and she waited. After about 5 minutes the secretary told her she could go in. She entered his office and was told to take a seat. She stated that she was pretty intimidated because she had never even seen this man before. He took her pink slip and then spent a minute creating a file folder for her. He asked her if “disrupting class� meant chatting with her neighbor and such and she replied “yes�. He also told her that based on the teacher’s notes that this seemed to be an ongoing issue. She replied that is had only happened one time before. She felt that he was used to students flat out lying to him and basically just dismissed what she had to say. She felt that he did not even really listen to her and had already made up his mind as to how to handle it. After he got her side of the story, she said that he became a little more stern and gave her a brief lecture. It seemed his main point was that he had very little tolerance for things that “interfered with the educational process�. He stated that most students see things like whispering in class and being late as minor offenses, but he saw things differently. His problem was that these were things that did not just affect a single student, they had the potential to distract everyone in the classroom and that all of these little distractions greatly affected how much learning could take place over the course of a day. She said that he made a few references to “how things were done at your previous school� and that he really made it sound like she came from a terrible school where discipline was out of control.
After the lecture he told her that she would get three “licks� for this offense and three “licks� for the previous offenses that had only resulted in warnings. He told her that a warning is basically a free pass, assuming the behavior is corrected, and that if it is not corrected, then there must be accountability for previous actions. She said that she was basically stunned. She said that she was not an idiot and knew what “licks� were, but the fact that this was actually going to happen to her, at that very moment, greatly concerned her. A school paddling was not something completely foreign to her as a concept; they had paddled at her junior high, but never girls. She also never knew of a paddling at her previous school in which it was not offered as a choice. She said her heart rate increased and she basically just sat there staring at the floor, wondering what was next. She told me that she had heard two paddlings take place in the hallway since she had been at school and that they were very loud. She looked up when she heard him open a file drawer and she then saw the paddle for the first time. She described it as “big as hell� with black tape wrapped around the handle. Unlike the paddling schools I had attended, there were no signatures on this paddle. She told me that it look as though it “had a lot of miles on it�. When I asked her to estimate the size she held up her hands about three feet apart.
He stood up from his desk and went and closed his office door while she just sat nervously in her chair. He then grabbed what she called a “Kindergarten chair� from next to a file cabinet and pulled it into the center of his office. I asked her what a “Kindergarten chair� was and she described it as “the little bitty chairs that you see in a daycare�. He instructed her to stand up and approach the chair. He told her to bend over, put both hands on the chair, and to position her feet so that were at least two floor tiles between them. I guess this is politically correct way to say “spread your legs�. She stated that he was very specific about her position and that she was to keep her hands in place and legs straight at all times. She told me that even before it started that it really sucked. She found grabbing the seat of that little chair to be difficult and really put a strain on the backs of her legs. Once in place he took his spot behind her and announced her sentence, “Laura you are getting six licks for disrupting the educational process�. She felt the paddle on her bottom for a moment and then received the first “lick�. She said that at first it did not hurt as much as she suspected, but very quickly the pain set in. Before she could catch her breath the next one fell, followed by the third. She was given a several second pause and then the next three were laid on just as fast.
She described the pain as “unfu***** believable�. She told me she had had her share of spankings from her mom when she was younger, but it was nothing close to this paddling. She honestly did not believe a spanking could hurt this much. She said that “it burned and just would not go away�. He walked back around his desk and put the paddle away. She told me that she was a little confused and was not sure if she could stand up. To be safe, she stayed in place until he told her to have a seat. I know how tough Laura was, so I asked her if she cried. She told me that tears streamed down her face after the first swat, but “I was not going to give the prick the satisfaction of seeing me blubber�. He filled out her pink slip and sent her right back to class. She told me that she went to the bathroom to pull herself together but ended up actually crying once she got there. I wanted to ask her how her butt looked afterwards, but felt that that might come off as a little perverted. Instead I asked her if it hurt for very long. Her exact response was “dude, my ass burned for days�. As a side note, she felt that the words on her pink slip “disciplinary action required� was the teacher’s code for “this student needs to be paddled�.
This account has always stood out in my mind for many reasons. First, it was one of the most detailed accounts I had ever heard from a girl about being paddled at school. Second, she had one of the greatest asses I had ever seen and I had personally fantasized about spanking her prior to hearing this account. This is also one of the few accounts I have heard in which a female was paddled by a male without a witness present. It is also one of very few accounts I have heard in which the paddling was not an option, it was the only course of action. Right or wrong, this was very real and it did take place in a public school in Texas. Beyond paddling in the office, this was a school (and still is as far as I know) that allowed teachers to paddle students in the hallway where everyone else could hear. I asked her a little bit about this and she told me that she only knew of a few teachers (mostly coaches) that paddled themselves and that most teachers just sent student up. It was a drive that I will never forget and I was very disappointed when we made it back to the party. Thanks to “Laura� for fueling the spanking fantasies I had as a teen.