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“Come here”

I turn at his order and see the dreaded slipper in his hand. I walk slowly over to him and I’m maybe taking my time too much as he grabs my arm and with one swift tug he has me over his lap. Once again I find myself bent over, face close to the floor and my bare bottom stuck up high in the air.

“Let’s see if my slipper can teach you the seriousness of your situation.”

Smack! Ow! That slipper packs a stinging punch I can tell you and I wriggle and fidget automatically, my hand coming up to cover my bottom from its onslaught.

“Oh no you don’t young lady!” You chastise me sternly as you grab my hand pinning it on my lower back and quickly pin my legs with yours.

“No please sir, pleeeeease.” I know I’m for it so I plead, trying to find your softer side but to no avail as that slipper is brought down hard on my bottom cheeks. Again and again, from one cheek to the other. I’m being punished and I know it.

You stop after a few moments and gently caress my burning bottom with your fingertips.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” You ask cupping my bottom with the hard hand that just spanked it, soothing my warm skin with gentle rubs.

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry sir.” My breathing has quickened and I’m gasping a little. Your administrations feel so good after such a slippering.

“ Ok, up you get. I want to try something.”

I leave my space across your knees missing the warmth of your fingers and you guide me into wheelbarrow position after picking up my soft mule shoe. Wheelbarrow is something I’d never done. It’s a very revealing position with me over his lap facing away from him and then bending over to place my hands on the floor by his feet. My legs are splayed open so obviously everything is on view for my spanker.

“Now I’m just going to try this.” Matts voice is soft and kind and he very gently smacks my mule onto my open bottom. “How does that feel?”

“Mmmmmm” I moan, I’m actually very turned on and although embarrassed to be in such a vulnerable position I also feel my senses are heightened and the soft smack is nice.

“Let’s try a couple of other things shall we?” Matts voice is soft again and I relax as he pulls out his hairbrush from his bag. This isn’t punishment, just testing.

Smack! “How’s that?”

I moan louder as I feel myself relaxing although my arms are going to sleep.

“Ok up you get.”

We take a break and have some water as it’s very hot in the small room.

“Would you like a tissue?”

I blink at the question and realising he’s talking about my very wet arousal I blush and lower my gaze.

“Yes please.” I almost whisper so embarrassed. “Thanks for that Matt, very gentlemanly of you.”

He has the good grace to look uncomfortable and I take pity on him and his kindness and I hastily wipe myself before starting again.

“Ok I’d like to try you bent over the chair for the belt.” Matt tells me and positions the chair accordingly. I kneel on the chair pushing my bottom out for the feel of his leather belt. I love the belt so long as it’s not too hard, the swishing sound it makes and the tender bite it gives my skin.

Smack! Whack! Smack!

He’s harder than I thought he would be but not too hard that it’s not enjoyable and I push my bottom out further for his strokes.

“Right young lady, I now want you lying on the bed.”

I get up and refrain from muttering “up down up down, it’s like whores drawers.”

I lie on the bed over the pillow he’s placed in the middle so my bottom is pushed up higher and he lays the belt across my thighs for a photo of the naughty girl waiting for the belt and then lifting the belt he’s off.

I lie there relaxing into the soft sheets on the bed, exhilarated by the burn of the belt on my red skin. Then he stops and gently rubs my bottom and I’m in heaven. My skin is on full alert and I’m so aroused yet again as he strokes my bottom and down to my thighs.

“Good girl” he whispers softly and I let go. I’m so free and yet recharged for more.

“Now young lady,” he talks warmly as his hands work their magic on my soft spanked skin. “I always finish with a one minute hand spanking.”

What? One minute? I’m having more? I’m nervous and abashed but also kinda excited about the prospect.

“We will do it with you over my knee on the bed. I’ll restrain your legs and hands because it will hurt and you will have the phone in front of you to watch the stopwatch.”

It will hurt. Restrained. Watching the clock. I feel myself getting turned on and my palms become sweaty as the nervous anticipation kicks in.

We get into place and I have to start the time before placing my hands on my back in his and he’s off. He’s not playing about, these smacks are firm and solid. He’s spanking me fast and covering every inch of my defenceless flesh and I can do nothing but watch the timer counting down and grit my teeth. Time seems to have slowed down and I’m being pushed close to my limits and I want to cover my poor very hot butt cheeks but I can’t, I’m trapped and it hurts and yet feels so erotic at the same time. Finally it’s over and I shout time and he stops immediately and starts to rub the burn.

We lie on the bed, me naked from the waist down yet clearly unabashed as I feel lighter than I have in a long while, too long as he cares for my well spanked bottom and I sigh with release.

Me and Matt part 2 @mastermatt27

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Me and Matt @mastermatt27

It was a sunny Monday afternoon and I was pulling up outside the hotel to meet Matt, my new spanker friend. We had chatted in some detail about discipline and my problem of texting whilst driving.

Here I was, dressed in a short denim skirt ready to face my stern disciplinarian and the punishment that awaited me. I was understandably nervous as this was our first time and although we had discussed limits and boundaries prior to meeting, I had no idea if he would stick to them or not.

We immediately entered our room and Matt sent me to stand in the corner to reflect on my situation.

“ young lady,” Matt was stern and had come to stand behind me. “Why are you standing in the corner?”

“Erm, because I texted whilst driving.” I say meekly but can’t help the nervous giggle.

Smack! Matt lands a hard slap on my skirt.

“Ow.” I’m surprised by the attack and I instantly stand a little straighter.

“I don’t find this funny, young lady!” He rebukes me. “Do you find this funny?”

“No sir.” I quickly answer “I’m just nervous.”

“I will not put up with laughing young lady.” Matt admonishes and moves away.

“Come here.”

I turn at his order to see he has sat down on a chair and is beckoning me so I walk over to stand before him.

“Texting whilst driving is dangerous!” He scolds me and I lower my gaze feeling ashamed but also struggling to control my nerves. I know now is not the time to smile or giggle.

“What if you were hurt? What would your family do without you?” He barks the questions at me and I shake my head keeping my gaze low.

“I don’t know.”

Matt reaches out, turns me to the side and lays another fierce smack on the seat of my skirt.

What did I do? Crap!

“How do you answer me young lady?” He scolds and smacks me again.

“Sir.” I gasp blinking. “I don’t know Sir.”

He turns me to face him again.

“That’s better and don’t you forget again young lady! Right I think it’s time to start your punishment. Over my knee!”

I awkwardly lay myself across his lap, my hair falling to the floor as I reach out with my hands to steady myself.

“Why are you here young lady?” He asks.

“Because I texted whilst driving sir.”

“And What is going to happen now?”

“You’re g...g..going to spank me sir.” I stammer as his hand gently starts patting my upturned rump.

“Yes I’m going to spank you.” He smooths down my skirt. “Because you deserve to be spanked don’t you?”

“Y...y...yes sir.”

Smack! With that first firm slap he’s off and soon on a mission to warm up my bottom. Slap! Spank! Smack!

“Stand up!”

The order takes me by surprise and I hastily get to my feet.

“Time to lift up that skirt.” He reaches out and lifts my skirt showing my white knickers. “Over!”

I again obey his order, getting into position grateful to hide my smile.

Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack!

He goes straight into spanking mode. My scrap of lacy knickers are offering me no protection from his hard hand and I oooh and ow and fidget my feet.

“Are you learning young lady?”

“Yes Sir.” I reply meekly.

“Good.” Matt slips his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and peels them down. “Then it’s time for these to come down.”

“No......” I moan feeling myself blush.

“You don’t decide if your knickers stay up!” He smacks my now naked bottom hard. “That is my decision young lady and texting whilst driving earns you a bare bottom spanking.” He smacks me again and again whilst lecturing me.

“I was stopped!” I exclaim fiercely before I can stop myself. This is not the position to argue!

“Yes I know you were stopped young lady!” Each word is punctuated by a sharp slap and my bottom is beginning to feel the sting. “But stopped or not, you are still in control of the car waiting in traffic. What would you do if you dropped your phone and your foot slipped off the pedal?!”

Really! This sounds so funny to me that I can’t help but giggle.

“Stand up!” His bark stops my mirth and I get up to see what my fate may be now. I feel so mad at myself and my stupid sense of humour.

“Get in the corner! Now!”

I find myself back in the corner, this time my bottom on show. Suddenly he’s behind me and starts smacking my bottom in the corner.

“Do you still find this funny young lady?”

“NO SIR!” I yell as his hand meets with my bottom over and over.

He moves away and I hear him fiddling in his bag. Implements! Uh oh! I know I’m about to feel something else on my bottom

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Police officer part two

My eyes open wide with shock and I begin to complain until I get the look and I purse my lips controlling my tongue from getting me into any more trouble.

“Yes little girl....on your bare bottom.” James confirms the news as he slowly peels my knickers down my thighs. I blush even more as I know my underwear is wet and sticky. He indeed touches them, feeling the moisture and he looks at me a stern glint in his eye.

“What do we have here little girl?” He asks as I hang my head in shy embarrassment. “Wet knickers. I think some one is being very naughty indeed.”

He rises and moves to the table. Collecting the wooden paddle he comes back.

“Turn around and lift those hands away from your bottom. Then push your naughty little bottom out for me to spank.”

I obey his instructions and offer myself to the paddle. It’s my favourite implement although if given hard it packs a terrible sting.

“You deserve this spanking don’t you little girl?”

I grit my teeth and agree.

Spank!

It’s not given hard but I feel it and push my bottom out more.

“You have been acting like a little brat haven’t you little girl?”

“Yes Sir.”

Thwack!

A little harder and I gasp and again push my bottom out even more.

“You will not behave like that again will you little girl?”

“No sir.” I tense.

Spank!

This one hurts and I cry out and stand straight. I’m desperate to rub the sting given by that one. I fall back into position and stick my bottom out.

“Good girl.” James speaks softly and caresses my hot butt cheek. I moan at his touch. It feels good after that last swipe. “Yes enjoy it little girl, you have earned it.” He continues to stroke and tease my cheeks. “You have been such a good girl, I’m going to take these cuffs off..... but..... remember they can always be put back on if you misbehave.”

With this warning he undoes the cuffs and lets me straighten my arms. He gently pushes me to stand tall and rubs my shoulders and arms. They feel a little stiff but I soon unwind at his massaging.

“Now, I want you to bend over the table for the cane.”

I shiver, I’m still nervous. My love of implements definitely do not extend to the cane. I see lines in my mind and it makes me feel faint and slightly sick.

“It’s ok Tammy.” James is no longer the police officer, he’s gauged my fear and he’s reassuring me kindly. “It won’t be hard. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you.”

“Ok.” I smile at him, my trust in him complete and fulfilling. I let him lead me to the table and after a quick peck on my cheek he lifts the cane and swings it thru the air. I watch nervously and wince slightly at the noise it makes.

“It’s only play Tammy.” James once again reassures me and I nod and bend over the table. I want to please him. This is why I said yes to the cane in the first place. He loves the cane and I don’t want him to miss it. I try to relax but I’m so worried.

Whap! The cane whooshes thru the air and lands on my behind, I hardly feel it but my imagination is running on overdrive, all I can see is vivid red lines marked on a bottom.

“You deserve this caning don’t you little girl?”

The officer is back and in stride.

“Yes Sir.” I again try to relax, pushing lines to the back of my mind.... almost.

Whap! The cane lands again and I’m trembling. I really don’t like this but I need to do it for James, I love him too much not to.

Whap! The final strike and I’m relieved to see James lower the cane to the table. He caresses my bottom. He’s pleased and I’m so happy I got thru it. I will not become a fan of the cane anytime soon but I could do it for him.

“ Now I think you have earned a few with the leather paddle.”

I smile. I like the leather paddle. A lot. It’s very touch turns me on. I relax as he strokes the cool leather across my cheeks. He’s enjoying working me up. He drags it across my spanked flesh and I moan.

“Yes Good girl.” James tells me tenderly as he brings back the paddle and lands it on my behind. Mmmmmmmm I relish the heat. He strokes and then lands another smack on the same spot. I nearly convulse with the frenzied fire alight in me. One more and I’m in the thrall of an orgasm.

James quickly lowers his trousers and he’s inside me. As he pumps back and forth he reaches round to my front and finding my clit he strokes fast. I push my bottom back and onto him, my ardour matching his as my sight blurs, my hearing dulls and I feel myself reaching orgasm. He continues to fill me as my body and mind float high on a dull moan until he too reaches climax. I’m shattered and my backsides hot. James helps me across his lap on the sofa, settles me on a cushion and caresses my hot flesh with some cool cream. I love the aftercare he always gives me. I lie there basking in his care, feeling unconcerned with anything, aglow with desire, satisfaction and love.

Later, with a cup of tea, we sit watching tv when James looks at me, grins and says “we can take the handcuffs to bed with us if you like.”

Mmmmmmmm I nod. I feel deliciously spent and yet my body responds instantly, I’m ready to go.... I beam at him and again thank my lucky stars that I plucked up the courage to face my fetish, it brought me to James, to the love of my life, my stern sweet man.

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Police officer spanking

I’ve always loved a man in uniform especially police officer and I’m very drawn to cowboys too. Tight jeans, boots and a Stetson hat....yummy! Add to both of these a stern guy wanting to take across his knee and I’m in heaven. I had mentioned both of these to James. I felt he should join in the fun of dress up too.

So one evening James had asked me to come to his at seven sharp with skirt and suspenders on. I knew where this was heading so I took care to wear my whitest sexiest slip of knickers I owned. They were full at the front but high at the back showing lots of cheek. Along with a short black skirt, frilly suspender belt and stockings I was ready.

He opened the door dressed in a cops outfit. Black trousers, white shirt, tie and an officers hat on his head. Round his middle he wore a belt with handcuffs and a truncheon hanging from it. Mmmmmmmmmm he looked so hot. My breathing quickened straight away on seeing him and my heart started to race.

“So young lady, you finally came to accept your punishment.” Mmmmmmmm not only looking sexy but stern too. A thrill swept thru me and my hands became damp.

“Come on in.” I follow his order and make my way inside. He has the table in the corner set up with implements set out. There’s a leather paddle, a love heart shaped wooden one and a cane. I grimace at that, I’m still not sure about canes but James loves them so I have conceded to try it.

In the middle of the room stands a chair, waiting and I giggle with joy.

“Giggling young lady?” James questions me. “I think maybe you haven’t realised what’s going to happen here.”

Oh I do James, I do!

“I’m here to be punished for being caught shoplifting again.” I say jauntily. “So, where’s the ticket? Or fine or whatever? Hurry because I have plans.” I��m cheeky as I sway my hips in front of him.

“Ticket? Fine or whatever? You young lady are in for a lot more that either of those things!” James rebukes me crossly. “And the only plans you have tonight are right here with me!”

“Just get it over with will you?” I sulk folding my arms across my chest, my lips pouting.

“It seems to me you are a very naughty little girl.” James crosses his arms too. “I will have to be stricter than I thought.”

“Yeah yeah, just hurry up will you?” I retort irritably.

Ok my girl, I will.” James smiles and grabbing me he pulls me towards the chair and in seconds has me facedown over his lap. He starts to spank me crossly over my skirt.

“What.....what do you thing you’re doing?” I splutter feigning both surprise and anger. “How dare you?”

“What I’m doing my girl is giving you a good old fashioned spanking which by the way you richly deserve!” He’s still spanking me as he chastises me. “ and I very much dare little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” I reach my hands back trying to cover my butt. “I’m a grown woman and you can’t do this to me! You’re a....a pig!” I yell at him naughtily, kicking my heels and fighting him with my hands.

“So you want to do this the hard way do you?” He asks as he roughly pulls my legs under his, shoving my face so close to the floor my hair dragged.

“I don’t want to do this at all you sick pervert!” I scream furiously, throwing myself into full on brat.

“Calling me names? Well you don’t learn, do you?”

By now he had my legs securely fastened and with a quick snap he pulls his handcuffs off his belt and pins my wrists at my lower back. He then lifts up my skirt showing my bright white knickers and he continues to spank.

“Ow! You can’t do this! Ouch! You big bully pig!” I scream and yell as he blisters my behind (figure of speech, not literally.)

This of course just spurs him on and he smacks at my sit spots.

“When will you learn? You naughty naughty girl!” He scolds as he smacks, making sure to cover my bottom cheeks until they feel warm and pink. “I am going to teach you a lesson tonight you will not forget little girl.”

“I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!” I shout and wiggle my bottom.

Spank! Smack! Slap!

“Well you’re behaving like one.” James is calm and in control as he spanks me. “A little brat in fact and this is what I do to little brats.”

“I am not a brat!” I yell but decimally quieter.

“Oh really?” James smirks. “Over my knee getting your bottom spanked and screaming like a banshee, calling me names and you think you’re not a brat! Well I never.”

He speeds up the spanking, full on smacking at my cheeks and sit spots. Smack! Slap! Spank!

I squeal and moan until the fight goes out of me and I lay limply across his lap receiving the last few hard smacks.

“Now, that’s much better.” James coos and I roll my eyes. He can’t see me of course but it makes me feel better. “I hope you are ready to accept your punishment.”

Ready?

“But you spanked me already!” I cry looking over my shoulder at him.

“That was just the warm up little girl.” He says firmly and patting my now very warm cheeks he helps me up. “Stand in front of me.”

As if I have a choice. My bottom burns and my hands are still cuffed behind my back. I reluctantly stand before him, pouting.

“Ok, so you are here to receive punishment for your bad habit of shoplifting. It’s become a regular occurrence with you hasn’t it little girl?”

Little girl! He’s so obviously putting me in my place and trying to shame me.

I lift my chin stubbornly look him directly in the eye and stick out my tongue.

James chuckles.

“Well well, it seems you still need to be spanked.”

I gulp as he pulls me to him and I’m upended across his knees again. Uh oh! Maybe I shouldn’t have stuck my tongue out!

I find I’m right as he starts to spank me again hard just on my sit spots. I’ve pushed him too far and my backsides paying for it yet again.

“I’m sorry.” I howl hoping to soften him but nevertheless he continues his onslaught. The heats really beginning to spread and burn now and I feel myself moisten.

“Are you little girl? Are you actually learning your lesson at last?”

“Yeeeeeeessssss.” I squeal. “Yeeeeeeessssssssss.”

“Yes what?” He rebukes me again.

“Yes Sir, Yes Sir I’m learning my lesson. I’ll be good.” I chant desperately and with that he stops. Helping me up, he stands me in front of him again.

“Then I expect better manners young lady.” He tells me and I nod earnestly.

He looks me up and down and then lifting my skirt at the front tucks it into my waistband so my knickers are in full view. I blush and fidget, trying in vain to get it to drop back down.

“No.” James commands and I still.

“You have been a very naughty little girl and little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms.”

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Role play (part 2)

I bend stretching myself across the table so my bottoms just off the edge ready and begging to be spanked. My arms outstretched holding either side of the table as I present myself to him, for him. I’m His.

“Lovely.” He commends me as he gets into position. I hear him work the leather in his hand and I wait. Smack! Mmmmm the leather tickles and warms my skin, it’s not hard as this is fun. Smack! He brings it down again and again. I hold onto the table, my body stretched taut as he punishes me.

He touches me between my thighs and up into my warm wet place as he continues to spank me, the well worn leather matching his fingers with their eager caresses.

“I think my naughty maid needs to be punished further.” He says as he leans over me and picks up the butt plug. He shows me it before moving down to my bottom. He tenderly pats my bottom and runs his nails across my cheeks, his other hand still on my clit, touching, stroking and awakening every desire in my body. He opens my cheeks and with a little spit he pushes the plug into me slowly, easing me open. I feel so full and with his fingers deep into my wetness I moan from sheer carnal need.

“That’s better.” James removes his fingers and picks up the hairbrush. “Over to the couch.”

I lift up, very aware of the plug inside me and moving to the back of the couch, I drape myself over it as he shows me how. He opens my legs so his view is not hindered in anyway.

“Six young lady and you will count them and thank me for each one.” He again outlines what he wants from me.

“Yes Sir.”

“Mmmmmm if you’re a good girl I’ll reward you.” He grazes his fingers against the crack of my bottom and up and over the plug he gently but firmly pushes it in. I gasp and moan.

“Are you ready young lady?”

“Yes Sir.” I am so ready.

He flexes his arm and raises it, hairbrush in hand. Smack!

“One. Thank you sir.” I say flinching from the cool hardness of the brush.

Smack! “Two. Thank you sir.”

On and on it goes and by six I’m relieved it’s over as my bottom is stinging, my arms aching from bending forward and I’m ready for my reward.

James helps me stand and taking me around to the front of the sofa he lowers me so I’m sitting on the end. He gets me to lean back and opens my legs.

“Time for your reward.” He smiles as he lowers himself down.

He holds my legs open as his tongue finds my clit. He licks up and down, in and out and I relax into it. The beating of my heart seems to match the rhythm of his tongue and I close my eyes in sheer ecstasy. The butt plug is deep inside me now I’m sitting on it and it just enhances the immense joy I’m feeling. He quickens his tongue and moves in with his fingers, entering me swiftly before releasing and entering again. My breathing accelerates and my legs tremble. I’m smiling, beaming and I feel hot. My body convulses as my orgasm washes over and through my very core and it’s over.

James stands and smiling he beckons me to get up. He steers me to the table and putting a cushion on it he drapes me across whilst undoing his trousers. I wait patiently calm and relaxed.

“Now this is going to be hard and fast baby girl.” He whispers urgently and I know he’s close to climax already. I nod as he enters me from behind. I accept him greedily, wanting to take him all in, needing him inside me fully. He grabs my hips and pulling out to the tip he plunges inside me hard. I moan, a guttural sound and it spurs him on as he speeds up, pulling almost out and then pushing in deep. I hold onto the table, my knuckles tense and white as I take him. On and on he pounds, his breathing heavier. I know what to do, I push my bottom back firmly onto him, sucking him deep inside me....

“Please sir.” I moan and he with another push ejaculates. I beam with the desire to turn him on and heart racing I sink onto the table, completely spent.

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Role play (a bit naughty)

I dressed carefully, making sure everything was just right. My black silky knickers, suspenders and stockings just so as I felt the excitement build inside me. I was already moist just with the exhilaration of dressing the part. I felt so alive, so sexy in that small bare bedroom standing in front of the full length mirror. My self esteem was at an all time high, I wasn’t sure how but put it down to the sexy dressing up and pretending to be someone else for awhile, it was so refreshing. Role play. I have to say I loved it, I never once felt like I couldn’t be bothered, I longed to dress up and see the look on James face. Approval. Desire.

Today I was a maid, so I pulled on my black tight dress with its huge white frills, added the white apron, black garter and gloves. I’d pulled my hair up into a ponytail and added the little maid frilly cap. I slipped my feet into black heels and stood back to inspect.

A saucy little maid looked back at me and I grinned and practised my movements, a sexy wiggle of my bottom, a wink of my eye and other such fetching manoeuvres. I was ready to let the fun begin.

I made my way slowly downstairs, letting the euphoria take over so I was vitalised and so, so turned on. I could feel the wetness between my legs, my heart racing with such high spirits and my whole body charged with emotion and desire.

In the living room I find James, dressed in his dark blue suit and I’m overcome with passion. He looks so good in that damn suit. I’m frenzied in my yearning, I want him now.

“So There you are.” He speaks in his dominant voice and I know it’s time to play. “I wondered when you would turn up for work! Late again I see!”

I cock my head to one side and sashay into the room sexily.

“It wasn’t my fault Sir,” I lean forward suggestively letting my breasts spill over the satin and frills.

“You can’t be mad with little me!” I pout getting into character.

“Oh can’t I? Well that’s where you’re wrong little lady!” He stays stern but I see his Adam’s apple move as he gasps. He’s as turned on as I am. “I am very mad with you.”

I turn around and pretend to use the dainty feather duster in my hand, my real intention being to wiggle my bottom in his face. He gasps again and I hear him stifle a giggle. I look over my shoulder at him, raise my eyebrows slowly and then wink. Oh how I adore this man and these games.

“Young lady,” James admonishes, his slip from character forgotten. “I am very mad with you. So mad in fact that I am going to have to fire you.”

I spun round so fast I felt a rush of dizziness but with my most penitent look I beg. “No please sir, I need this job!”

“Well you should have thought about that before!” He’s firm.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything.” I plead the magic words.

He stops and sits on the sofa, he’s lost in thought. Then he glares at me.

“There’s only one thing that might change my mind.”

Here it is! A shiver of excitement runs thru me.

“I thing you need a good spanking and I mean a good one!” He cements the decision sternly.

“If you concede to being spanked and I mean you will do whatever I tell you, then I will let you keep your job and show me you can be a better maid.”

“Ok.” I seal my fate, lowering my head to seem nervous.

“Ok! You will address me correctly!” His bark makes me jump and lift my head.

“Yes Sir.” I concede hurriedly.

He stands and moving around me he collects the dining chair from beside the table and bringing it over he places it in the middle of the room. I shift my feet, fidgeting as I try to contain myself.

“From now on, you will do whatever I say.” He outlines the rules in his smooth voice and I confirm by nodding.

“Come here and lift up your skirt.”

I do as he bids and pulling up my skirt I feel myself blush. I’m excited, aroused nervous and turned on all at once. He silently takes my hand and gathers me over his lap. On the chair, my bottoms higher and my head down low with my hair dragging on the floor. I adjust my body accordingly to get some kind of comfort and tense, waiting.

“These knickers are very sexy.” James murmurs quietly. “Let’s get them warmed up shall we?”

Smack! Spank! Slap!

He’s off, on a mission, one that will bring us closer and push our bodies to their limits. It’s not overly hard but constant and I soon warm up.

“Please sir,” I moan lustily.

“Yes my dear, I will have you moaning tonight.” He stops spanking me and strokes my knickers and down my thighs. “Moaning and begging and pleading.....” he touches me, gently caressing and then he opens my legs and runs his fingernails up and down the sensitive skin and onto my knickers. I buck a little as fervor takes over and he dips his fingers inside my knickers and into me. I groan and buck across his lap again.

“Stay still!” He orders. Opening my legs wider, his fingers sink into my wetness and he firmly pushes in and out.

I’m at breaking point, I am so aroused and ready to explode.

“Not yet,” he stops and removes his fingers. “First I have more plans for you. Go stand in the corner.”

I stand in the corner, my knickers are soaked and my body is hot.

“Hands on your head.” I comply with his orders and feel him come up behind me. “Mmmmmm, you look so good.” He strokes my lower back and down my sides and over my hips and back up and over again. It’s so delicious, my body responds immediately, my breasts pucker and my vagina spasms.

He carefully pulls my knickers down to my ankles and he kneels behind me.

“Open your legs.” He kisses my bottom many times and brushes his unshaven chin across my skin. “Look how wet your knickers are, you naughty naughty girl!” He spanks my bottom twice and then his fingers are between my legs exploring. “Tut Tut, so wet.” He scolds warmly as he finds my clit and strokes it. I tremble all over and moan as he continues his assault on my most sensitive spot. I feel like I may collapse in the corner at the same time as I feel the most awake, the most aware I ever have.

“Now young lady I’m going to spank you some more.” He says whilst touching me. “Are you ready?”

I nod wildly although I don’t want him to stop. “Yes Sir.” I say dryly, my voice deeper than usual. He’s pleased with me and as he removes his fingers he gives me another kiss on my behind.

“Over to the table.” Obeying his order I see on the table a leather paddle, a wooden hairbrush, handcuffs and a small butt plug.

“Give me the paddle and ask me to spank you with it.” His order has my eyes open wide and I reach for the paddle. I feel the leather in my hand, stroking its smooth texture and look him in the eye.

“Please sir, spank me with this paddle.” I offer it to him on my open palms and he takes it.

“Bend over for me.”

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Second half to my disciplinary spanking

“Yes James, I am sorry. So sorry.”

“Are you going to make reckless decisions whilst driving again?”

My feet are really moving now and it’s beginning to hurt. All I want to do is protect my bottom but I don’t as I also know I need it.

“No James. I promise I won’t.”

“That’s good Tammy, I hope you mean that. You mean way too much to me for you to get hurt.”

The spanking is fast and hard now. My bottoms burning and I’m yelping as his hand makes contact with the curve of my butt cheeks. I feel very sorry for myself and for hurting James. I feel such strong love for him in this position, knowing he’s doing it to help me. I’m even feeling quite proud of myself, I’d done wrong pulling out past that lorry and now I was accepting my punishment, wiping the slate clean and that felt good.

James is now concentrating on my sit spots. I have to reach back for him to take my hands in his which he does.

“I love and care for you Tammy.” Spank! Smack! Slap!

“I want to keep you safe.” Smack! Slap! Spank!

“You are way too special to be hurt in your car.” Slap! Spank! Smack!

I’m gripping his hand tightly and my feet are drumming into the cushions on the sofa. I’m controlling them from covering my behind but I cannot stop them from moving. This is hurting. My bottom feels like it’s on fire. I concentrate on his words and the rythym of his hand. My insides start to tremble and I think about what could have happened. Me lying hurt or worse on the side of the road. I think of James seeing me like that. Lastly I think of Leila and the unfairness of her dying.

My eyes fill with tears and I feel a deep sadness bubble forth. The tears aren’t falling.

“Tammy,” James gets my attention. “Your sister dying is terrible. It’s unfair and so hard on you. Im so proud of how you’re looking after her. So proud of how you’re coping but you don’t have to always be strong. Im here to be strong for you.”

Im sobbing. All of a sudden I realise I’m crying....noisily. Tears running down my face and into the cushion I’m resting on. Crying like I haven’t cried in years and I realise I’ve relaxed. No tension left in me. I’m sobbing uncontrollably over his knee. Even as I cry, I feel such relief. A load as been lifted.

It takes awhile to grasp the thought that James has stopped spanking me. In fact he hasn’t been spanking me for a little while. Instead he’s running his fingers lightly across my must be very red bottom, stroking me soothingly. His other hand has let go of my hands and he’s gently rubbing my shoulders and arms.

We stay there for however long it took me to stop crying. He didn’t rush me. Let me cry it all out.

I finally sniff and stop crying. I feel so light. I’m also tired, the outpouring of emotion has drained me a little.

“Come here baby girl.” James speaks at last. “Sit on my lap.”

I climb back into his lap, wincing as my sore cheeks touch the denim of his jeans. He envelopes me into a hug.

“I love you Tammy.”

I am so happy. In the arms of the only man I have ever truly loved, the only man who could make me feel so complete.

“I love you James, so much.” I whisper. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome baby girl. I’m glad it helped you.”

After, James settled me on the sofa for a quick nap whilst he made the dinner. I remember lying there watching him move about the kitchen and feeling so joyously happy. Our connection was solidified that night, I had found my soul mate. He understood me and I adored him.

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My experience in a spanking relationship

My first disciplinary spanking came about by chance. We had talked much about it, had both agreed on certain rules.

A disciplinary spanking would always be started with a warm up.

2. It would be hard but not severe enough to leave bruises.... no one wants to see that!

3. Connecting the spanking with my head.... I needed to feel it inside if I were to get the release from guilt I needed. We agreed on lots of talking throughout.

4. Afterwards he would always be loving and care for my bottom as well as my emotional state.

5. Sex would wait, we needed to separate the two so time in between was necessary.

So here we were......

I’d had an especially stressful day at the hospital with Leila. We had seen the doctor again and she had told Leila she was a walking miracle, still being alive and as well as she was, it was all meant as encouragement but sadly Leila took it to mean she was better, cured, no longer dying.

I’d had to explain it to her that she was still dying, it was so heart wrenching seeing her happiness turn to shock and then hopelessness.

On top of that, the ward was overbooked and there were not enough beds so we had to sit waiting around for nearly four hours before Leila could start her chemotherapy. It meant we were at the hospital for nearly eleven hours and we were both tired, cranky and stressed.

I arrived at James house all shook up because I’d nearly had an accident on my way to his. He immediately took me in his arms and held me, trying to soothe me. I sunk into him but inside I felt terrible. You see, it had been my fault. I’d been so stressed after my day that I’d deliberately tried to overtake a lorry where it wasn’t appropriate. Halfway passing him I’d panicked as a car was heading towards me and I’d pulled into my own lane forcing the lorry to brake hard to avoid hitting me. It had been a narrow miss.....all down to my own mistake.

“It’s ok baby, tell me what’s wrong.” James was concerned and kind. Oh how I loved this man.

“It’s been an awful day, telling Leila she was dying and I didn’t want to and we had to sit and wait for ages and she was in pain and it’s an awful place to be forever....” I was hysterical and didn’t pause. “And it’s all so unfair, she has so much to live for and it hurts so much and I can’t even cry and then I nearly cause an accident and it’s all my own fault and I just don’t know what to do.” I finally run out of breath and sag to the sofa. The ache inside so strong I gasp, struggling to get enough air.

“Tammy, it’s ok baby girl.” James sits beside me and puts his arm around me trying to offer me comfort. “Relax Tammy, breathe.”

I’m struggling. The past few months have hit me well and truly hard in the stomach winding me and I’m breaking.

James suddenly pulls me so I’m on his lap and he holds me tight. He strokes my hair and my back whispering in such a soothing tone.

“It’s ok baby girl. I’m here. It’s all going to be ok.”

It wasn’t, and we both knew it but I appreciated the sentiment and I slowly controlled my breathing and tried to relax in his arms.

After awhile, once my heart rate had slowed and I was breathing calmly again we sat there on the sofa when James asked.

“Tammy, tell me about the accident.”

I did so, not leaving anything out. It felt good telling him the truth and sharing the guilt. I felt so close to him right then, he was my whole world and there was nowhere else I wanted to be than right there on his lap on his sofa.

“Tammy, you said you couldn’t cry. Is that true?”

I nod.

“It just hurts so much.”

“You need to cry and let it out baby girl.” He’s stroking my back still and I’m relaxing into him. “Holding all this grief in won’t do you any good.”

“I know but I don’t know how. I can’t.” I wail quietly.

“I want to help you Tammy.” James sits up and holds me so I’m looking into his face. “We discussed disciplinary spanking didn’t we baby girl?”

I nod again, the guilt I’m feeling deep inside me weighing me down and I stare at the floor. James doesn’t have any of this and gently he reaches out and lifts my chin so I’m looking at him again.

“I think a spanking is needed now.” His voice is oh so warm and I stare deep into his brown eyes.

“For your reckless driving on the way here and.....” he pauses to tap my nose. “So you can cry and hopefully let go of some of this weight you’re carrying.”

I nod again. I can’t speak but I want to cry, want to feel some release. I’m nervous though. What if I can’t cry?

“Don’t worry about that, if you do you do and if you don’t you don’t. It’s nothing to fret about.”

I hadn’t realised I’d asked the question out loud.

“And Tammy, I think even if you don’t cry, a spanking will help you relax.”

I agree, it certainly can’t hurt. Hurt? Probably not the right word. A spanking hurts, if done as discipline. It physically hurts, it doesn’t last but I can’t say it doesn’t hurt, it does. The benefit tho, for me, is it removes any pain or hurt I may be feeling inside. The heat in my backside seems to remove any bad feeling and makes me feel so light and free.

Sub space. I’ve mentioned that before and if you are a part of the spanking community in anyway you will understand what I mean. If you aren’t I’ll try to explain it.

I would liken it to an orgasm.... that feeling at that certain point when you seem to drift or float away and your entire body feels so happy and it can feel almost painful but in such a good way that you don’t want it to stop. For a moment every worry or anything on your mind is gone, you feel free and joyful in a way you can’t feel doing anything else. Your body tenses spasms and then ultimately relaxes before you come back to earth ie back to your worries and things going on in your life.

During a spanking I feel my body relax even as I may tense up as a smack lands on a tender part. Feeling an arm around my waist holding me, warm and secure or a leg across mine settles me. As the spanking reaches its peak (a moment when I connect with it) my body heats up and I feel my mind slip away, my limbs relax until I’m in a spell of deep relief. I feel childlike, you know, a time when you had no troubles, my worries, doubts and fears all slip away for that moment. I can abandon the stresses of life for a little time. The freeing light feeling can last for quite awhile afterwards, I even sleep better (for an insomniac like me that’s like gold!)

I hope that explains it a little for you.

Back to James and my spanking.......

“Come on baby girl.”

He helps me up and moves to the middle of the sofa and patting his knee he beckons me to him. I lay across his lap straight away.

“Ok baby girl,” James speaks quietly as he lowers my leggings and my knickers. “I’m going to spank you for your reckless driving. This is for your benefit. I want to help release some of your guilt and tension.”

“Yes James, I’m so sorry.”

“I know baby girl.” He pats my naked behind. “This is going to make you feel much better.”

He starts smacking me, light smacks to begin with, warming me up.

“You are so special to me Tammy. I hate to think of you putting yourself in danger.”

He’s still warming me up but he’s also being very thorough spanking every inch of skin and on to my sit spots.

“I want you to think about your driving and the careless decision you made.”

He’s spanking harder now, varying from cheek to cheek. Getting into a good rhythm my bottom starts to feel the sting.

“I’m spanking you because you need it Tammy.”

He’s outright spanking me now, my feet begin to fidget and the burn is getting thru to me.

“”Are you sorry baby girl?” James asks with extra hard spanks to my sit spots.

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Spank me

Your eyes are deep within me, I tremble at your look,

“Come here” you order sternly and in haste I shakily obey.

Your lap is warm and waiting and my desire for all to see,

I long to be touching you, ‘please sir show me the right way.’

“Naughty naughty girl,” or “behave yourself young lady,”

You scold and chastise me, the tone of your voice like rich honey.

I stand before you, knees shaking as I greedily drink you in,

I cannot get enough of you, cannot stop for love nor money.

You take my hand in yours and pull me firmly across your lap,

Your legs feel so good beneath me, I gulp, gasp and sigh.

The cool air caresses my skin as you lift my skirt and say,

“Now young lady, be a good girl and lift that bottom high.”

As the spanking starts, I feel my cheeks warm and redden,

I fidget my feet a little, the exhilarating heat spreading thru me.

I cry out ‘stop please’ but my body is pleading for more, as

Somehow in the process you and I have now become we.

Your hands are inside my knickers, lowering them to my knees,

The sweet anticipation building fills me such great need.

Your touch is light as you gently caress my tender skin lovingly,

And whisper soothingly to me. “You are such a good girl indeed.”

In my upturned position, my bare bottom at your mercy,

I feel so good that I don’t care if anyone can see.

For right now I am one with my sweet stern spanker,

And at last I feel so light and free.

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My first poem :)