wayne903201
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Do you like being spanked? Reply here.
Spanking club, wanna join?
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wayne903201
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Spankings are creating some interest
SPANKINGS ARE CREATING MUCH INTEREST
I'm pleased with the responses I am recieving about the curosity of those who like to be spanked.
I can tell you from much experience, that it is no doubt arousing to give and recieve. I can also tell you that if you continue with your replys and thoughts on this topic, I will gratify your interests and imaginations vividly, expertly, and with so much passion.
Be patient, be true, and be ready.
Sincerely;
Wayne, Peterborough Ontario Canada
SPANKINGS ARE CREATING MUCH INTEREST
I'm pleased with the responses I am recieving about the curosity of those who like to be spanked.
I can tell you from much experience, that it is no doubt arousing to give and recieve. I can also tell you that if you continue with your replys and thoughts on this topic, I will gratify your interests and imaginations vividly, expertly, and with so much passion.
Be patient, be true, and be ready.
Sincerely;
Wayne, Peterborough Ontario Canada
Johnny Mayberry
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LOL, this is a cute thread...
As someone who dispenses spankings on a regular basis, I am impressed...I am usually forced to work a little harder to find people to spank...and flog, and whip, and cane...
As someone who dispenses spankings on a regular basis, I am impressed...I am usually forced to work a little harder to find people to spank...and flog, and whip, and cane...
Meat Whistler
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I love being spanked, especially when I've been a naughty girl.
Johnny Mayberry
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Uh huh...Italian Goddess said:I love being spanked, especially when I've been a naughty girl.
ShyGuy68
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Now this looks very interesting indeed! I for one loves to hand out spankings, and also have a few toys dedicated for that use http://kennl.dk/toys/
http://kennl.dk/toys/
thegreenfairy
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Oh God yes, I love spankings. Being over someone's knees and being spanked, being spanked while tied up, spanked with bare hands or paddles or anything else... its all good.
Just thought I'd share
Just thought I'd share
Richard49
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thegreenfairy said:Oh God yes, I love spankings. Being over someone's knees and being spanked, being spanked while tied up, spanked with bare hands or paddles or anything else... its all good.
Just thought I'd share
I wish you were at my house
thegreenfairy
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Your house sounds like fun.
ReadyOne
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Be it a cliché, we were having credit card spending limit problems. A couple of talks, taking the cards, etc. didn't stick. When a bad statement came in again, I got frustrated, both because of how she handled credit and because I couldn't find any way to motivate her.
I admit that I finally started yelling while she stood there, and finally fell back into what I later realized was one of my parent's formulas for threatening me a spanking when I was a kid. When this didn't get any reaction, I grabber her hand and jerked her into the bedroom.
Her attitude and behavior was mixed. She had been stoic, just patiently letting the waves roll over her. When I jerked on her arm, it hurt a bit and a trace of pain/fear showed through. When we reached the bedroom, I could tell that she finally decided things were serious.
Setting on corner of the bed, I ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't move, so I stood up, went behind her, pulled both her hands behind her back and slapped her cheeks as hard as I could. Her body swayed from the blows and a grunt came out her mouth. When I let go her hands, they went straight to her fly, the jeans hit the floor, and her nimble fingers unbuttoned the blouse as she worked her feet from her shoes and socks.
While she undressed, I made a decision to go ahead and really lay into her. The sting on my hand reminded me that an instrument would make my life a lot easier. I ducked into the apartment kitchen and got a broad flat handled nylon pancake turner from the drawer and returned to find her standing in bra and panties. One whack from turner, no words, and they were also shed.
I sat down at the corner of the bed, motioned to her with a finger, and watched her face plead with me. After I gestured her to lay across my lap she started apologizing and promising and trying her best to convince me she was serious about changing her ways. I would have cracked, but when I had decided to go through with it, I also decided that there would be no turning back.
This was the first time I'd ever used any violence in anger with her, and the only other times I'd used any violence was when we did a role play one time. What worked for us was my physically overpowering her, holding her against the wall or a table or wresting her onto the bed and into position for being taken. But hitting just wasn't something I did, until now.
A couple of words cut her off and started her moving toward me but I had to order her again to lie across my lap. As she came to me, I saw that she had decided to follow through and take her medicine.
The trembling of her body, pelvis across my lap, legs dangling off over the edge of the bed, gave off fear and regret but not surrender. She planned on getting through this ordeal, what ever may come, and survive intact with basic attitudes unchanged. I saw no signs of sexual arousal; just preparations to suffer though whatever I would do to her.
I started lecturing again, and the first swat was a surprise. More lecture, a couple of unanticipated swats, and before long I just stopped lecturing and started trying to lay down a good covering on her bum. After a while the impression marks from the spatula quickly disappeared against the red tone of her skin and I noticed her shaking included suppressed sobbing.
Still I kept going, covering the back of her thighs, her sitter and her cheeks, everywhere there was muscle and padding. Soon she gave up trying to be quit and just let loose crying and sobbing. It was breaking my heart but I went on while she begged, then quieted down. When further spanking seemed not draw any response, I finally stopped, emotionally numb from inflicting so much upon her.
I lifted her up off of my lap enough to slide off the bed corner and then swiveled and tugged her to lie in the center of the bed. In the process, I pulled on an ankle enough to open her legs for a moment and was surprised when I glanced across her vulva. The lips were open and while not the angry scarlet of her bottom, they were full and red, open and glistening with wetness. In retrospect, I realized that she had zoned out.
There was some hand lotion on the dresser. In the second it took to go get it, my dick went from shriveled to raging hard on. All the energy I'd been using to keep going with her spanking jumped into my cock. I slathered her in lotion while she lay inert, then took off my clothes and washed my hands (we'd gotten the lotion inside her once before) so I could give us some relief.
My clean hands went to work on and in her pussy, and she started cuming, cuming hard and cuming long. Not wanting to put pressure on her body, I finally positioned myself on all fours straddling her, and just getting my dickhead into her enough for friction, I quickly shot my wad. After watching my jism flow out of her and down across her clit I rubbed it and tripped off another good orgasm.
I had no idea things would end this way. While we later took up spanking as part of sexual play, it was always that -- never again discipline. For several years she never used a credit card again unless I specifically ordered her to use it to pay for something, and after that she always asked for permission and a limit. I couldn't bring myself to even threaten a discipline spanking for a long time, and I don't remember ever giving her one again.
I admit that I finally started yelling while she stood there, and finally fell back into what I later realized was one of my parent's formulas for threatening me a spanking when I was a kid. When this didn't get any reaction, I grabber her hand and jerked her into the bedroom.
Her attitude and behavior was mixed. She had been stoic, just patiently letting the waves roll over her. When I jerked on her arm, it hurt a bit and a trace of pain/fear showed through. When we reached the bedroom, I could tell that she finally decided things were serious.
Setting on corner of the bed, I ordered her to remove her clothes. She didn't move, so I stood up, went behind her, pulled both her hands behind her back and slapped her cheeks as hard as I could. Her body swayed from the blows and a grunt came out her mouth. When I let go her hands, they went straight to her fly, the jeans hit the floor, and her nimble fingers unbuttoned the blouse as she worked her feet from her shoes and socks.
While she undressed, I made a decision to go ahead and really lay into her. The sting on my hand reminded me that an instrument would make my life a lot easier. I ducked into the apartment kitchen and got a broad flat handled nylon pancake turner from the drawer and returned to find her standing in bra and panties. One whack from turner, no words, and they were also shed.
I sat down at the corner of the bed, motioned to her with a finger, and watched her face plead with me. After I gestured her to lay across my lap she started apologizing and promising and trying her best to convince me she was serious about changing her ways. I would have cracked, but when I had decided to go through with it, I also decided that there would be no turning back.
This was the first time I'd ever used any violence in anger with her, and the only other times I'd used any violence was when we did a role play one time. What worked for us was my physically overpowering her, holding her against the wall or a table or wresting her onto the bed and into position for being taken. But hitting just wasn't something I did, until now.
A couple of words cut her off and started her moving toward me but I had to order her again to lie across my lap. As she came to me, I saw that she had decided to follow through and take her medicine.
The trembling of her body, pelvis across my lap, legs dangling off over the edge of the bed, gave off fear and regret but not surrender. She planned on getting through this ordeal, what ever may come, and survive intact with basic attitudes unchanged. I saw no signs of sexual arousal; just preparations to suffer though whatever I would do to her.
I started lecturing again, and the first swat was a surprise. More lecture, a couple of unanticipated swats, and before long I just stopped lecturing and started trying to lay down a good covering on her bum. After a while the impression marks from the spatula quickly disappeared against the red tone of her skin and I noticed her shaking included suppressed sobbing.
Still I kept going, covering the back of her thighs, her sitter and her cheeks, everywhere there was muscle and padding. Soon she gave up trying to be quit and just let loose crying and sobbing. It was breaking my heart but I went on while she begged, then quieted down. When further spanking seemed not draw any response, I finally stopped, emotionally numb from inflicting so much upon her.
I lifted her up off of my lap enough to slide off the bed corner and then swiveled and tugged her to lie in the center of the bed. In the process, I pulled on an ankle enough to open her legs for a moment and was surprised when I glanced across her vulva. The lips were open and while not the angry scarlet of her bottom, they were full and red, open and glistening with wetness. In retrospect, I realized that she had zoned out.
There was some hand lotion on the dresser. In the second it took to go get it, my dick went from shriveled to raging hard on. All the energy I'd been using to keep going with her spanking jumped into my cock. I slathered her in lotion while she lay inert, then took off my clothes and washed my hands (we'd gotten the lotion inside her once before) so I could give us some relief.
My clean hands went to work on and in her pussy, and she started cuming, cuming hard and cuming long. Not wanting to put pressure on her body, I finally positioned myself on all fours straddling her, and just getting my dickhead into her enough for friction, I quickly shot my wad. After watching my jism flow out of her and down across her clit I rubbed it and tripped off another good orgasm.
I had no idea things would end this way. While we later took up spanking as part of sexual play, it was always that -- never again discipline. For several years she never used a credit card again unless I specifically ordered her to use it to pay for something, and after that she always asked for permission and a limit. I couldn't bring myself to even threaten a discipline spanking for a long time, and I don't remember ever giving her one again.
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Great story ready one
Carnus
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I love to give a good spanking, I personally prefer to use my hand, that way I can feel the heat I am giving much better. Start with a soft slap and feel her move against me, her hips raising slightly as an invitation to do more. A few more stinging slaps, feeling the almost burning warmth on my hand as I slide it between her legs, pressing my hot palm against her pussy, perhaps with a light spanking there as well. Spanking her pussy just enough to make it pink then moving back to her lovely ass, harder now and feeling her begin to squirm in a mix of desire and an urge to get away. Holding her in place as I rub my hand over her heated flesh, letting my fingertips slip between her cheeks to tease her in various other places before spanking her a bit more.
mmm I do love to give a good spanking.
Carnus
mmm I do love to give a good spanking.
Carnus
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Damn between Carnus and Ready One I really need to misbehave!!
