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The Fit Gyms locker room buzzed with energy as usual, weights clanged in the distance, treadmills hummed in steady rhythm, and Nick, the cocky and self-absorbed personal trainer, made his rounds. He had a smirk permanently etched on his face, the kind that only made his square jawline more pronounced. His dark workout shorts hugged his meaty thighs and tight, muscular rear, both lightly dusted with hair, and his form-fitting tank showed off his broad chest and sculpted arms. He thought he was the king of the gym—and of everyone in it.   Unfortunately for the female staff, Nick wasn’t just arrogant. He was sleazy, shamelessly flirting with every woman who crossed his path. Julia, one of the senior instructors, had had enough. She slammed her water bottle on the counter in frustration as Nick sauntered past, winking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.   "Something needs to be done about him," she muttered to Edwardo, her fellow instructor, who was stretching nearby.   Edwardo was smooth and lean, his lithe figure was draped in a pair of daring spandex tights that left nothing to the imagination. His tights clung to his impossibly round, bubble-shaped booty, which seemed to defy gravity with every step. A brightly colored crop top completed the look, revealing his taut, toned midsection. His expressive brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he flipped his hair dramatically and turned to Julia with a knowing smile.   “Darling,” Edwardo purred, resting one hand on his hip, “I know *just* how to handle our dear Nick.”   Julia raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? What, are you going to sass him to death?”   Edwardo chuckled and leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. “I have the perfect client for him. Howard.”   Julia frowned. “Howard?”   Edwardo winked, his lips curling into a sly grin. “Oh, sweetie, you’ll see. Howard is the biggest dom in West Hollywood. And let’s just say he has... *specific preferences* when it comes to working out.”   Before Julia could respond, Edwardo waved her off and sashayed toward the gym floor, his hips swaying with practiced precision. Nick was standing by the squat rack, barking instructions at a group of clients.   “Nick!” Edwardo called, clapping his hands. “You’ve been chosen for a very special client today.”   Nick rolled his eyes but plastered on a fake smile. “Sure thing, Eddie. Who’s the lucky newbie?”   Edwardo’s grin widened as he gestured toward the entrance. “That would be Howard.”   The doors swung open, and in walked Howard—a towering, beefy man whose sheer presence commanded the room. He was dressed in a snug gray T-shirt that barely contained his broad shoulders and round belly, with gym shorts that strained against his thick, stocky thighs. His face was kind but had a playful edge, and there was something about his confident swagger that made everyone step aside as he approached.   Nick blinked. “You want me to train that unit!?”     “Mm-hmm,” Edwardo replied, his voice dripping with amusement. “Howard here is eager for a really... *intense* glutes session. But he’s new, so you’ll need to demonstrate all the proper warm-up techniques. Hands-on, of course.”   Howard’s eyes lit up as Edwardo spoke, and he let out a booming laugh. “Hands-on is my specialty!” he said, giving Edwardo’s spandex-clad rear a playful slap as he walked by.   “Daddy!” Edwardo exclaimed, laughing as he swatted Howard’s hand away. “Behave! I’m not your trainer today.” He turned to Nick, whose face was a mixture of confusion and discomfort.   Edwardo leaned in and whispered to Julia, who was watching the scene unfold with growing curiosity. “Girl, Howard is about to take our dear Nick down a few notches. Trust me, by the end of this, he’ll be begging to go back to counting reps.”   Julia frowned. “I don’t get it. How is this going to teach him a lesson?”   Edwardo smirked, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Howard has a kink for spanking. And honey... I just set him off.”   Before Julia could process what Edwardo had just said, he turned back to Howard with a dramatic bow. “Howard, darling, I must apologize for canceling our session, but I’ve arranged for a replacement. Meet Nick—a real naughty boy who could use a firm hand.”   Howard’s grin widened as he clapped Nick on the shoulder with a meaty hand, nearly knocking him off balance. “Oh, we’re going to have *fun,* aren’t we, Nick?”   Nick opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Edwardo turned on his heel and sauntered away, his spandex-clad booty bouncing with every step. “Good luck, sweetie!” he called over his shoulder, blowing a kiss.   Nick watched him leave, dread pooling in his stomach. He turned back to Howard, who was already cracking his knuckles and grinning like a kid in a candy store.   “Alright, champ,” Howard said, patting the bench nearby. “Show me how to warm up these glutes.”   Nick’s cocky smirk faltered, but he forced a grin and muttered under his breath, “How bad can it be?”   The private weight room was unusually quiet, save for Nick’s cocky drawl as he led Howard through a glutes-focused session. As always, Nick strutted about like he owned the place, his snug dark shorts clinging to his thick thighs and meaty rear with every movement. His voice was a mix of condescension and overconfidence, punctuated by the occasional bro-y head nod.   “Okay, Howard, focus up, bro,” Nick said, planting his hands on his hips, his toned abs and manhood bulging through his tight shorts. “Watch how a real athlete does it.”   He turned his back to Howard, bending down in an exaggerated stretch, his bubble butt pointed high in the air. Howard’s grin widened as he sat on a bench, his hands clasped and eyes firmly fixed on Nick’s over-the-top display.   “You seeing this?” Nick asked, lowering into a squat that made his shorts strain to their limits. “This is *peak form*, big man. Take notes.”   “Oh, I’m taking notes, all right,” Howard replied, his voice dripping with amusement.   Nick moved on to lunges, his muscular legs flexing as he stepped forward and dipped low, his shorts riding up just enough to reveal the curve of his well-developed glutes. Howard’s grin grew even wider as an idea began to form.   “Okay, bro, show me what you’ve got!” Nick said, straightening up and clapping his hands, his usual arrogance on full display.   Howard stood slowly, his imposing frame casting a shadow over Nick. Without warning, he grabbed Nick by the waist, lifted him into the air like a sack of potatoes, and plopped him unceremoniously across his lap as he sat back down on the bench.   “Whoa, what the hell?!” Nick yelped, flailing his arms as he found himself face-down, his muscular rear sticking straight up in the air.   Howard chuckled, resting one meaty hand on Nick’s bubble butt. “Relax, champ. This is just part of the warm-up. You’ve been a real cocky little straight boy, and I think it’s time someone took you down a peg.”   “Let me up!” Nick shouted, kicking his legs like an indignant toddler. “This isn’t funny, dude!”   “Oh, it’s *hilarious,*” Howard said, raising his hand high before bringing it down with a loud *SMACK!*   Nick’s body jerked at the impact, his yelp echoing through the room. “Ow! Are you serious right now?!”   Howard ignored him, landing another playful slap across Nick’s rear. The fabric of his shorts did little to soften the blows, and soon the firm jiggle of his glutes was drawing even more attention.   “Man, you’ve got some solid thighs,” Howard commented, delivering another *smack!* “And this ass? Bounces just right. You should put that on your resumé.”   Nick sputtered in outrage, trying to push himself up, but Howard’s firm grip kept him in place. “Cut it out, bro!”   “‘Cut it out, bro,’” Howard mimicked in a singsong voice, delivering a rapid-fire series of slaps that made Nick’s legs kick like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel. “You’re the one who wanted to show off. I’m just helping you *demonstrate* those glutes!”   By now, Nick’s shorts had ridden up uncomfortably high, wedging into the crevice of his toned rear like an unintentional thong. Howard took one look and burst into a booming laugh. “Oh, this is just too good. Let’s get these out of the way!”   Before Nick could protest, Howard yanked down his shorts, leaving him in nothing but a tight pair of briefs that were immediately wedged further up his ass as Howard adjusted his grip.   “Dude, no!” Nick shouted, his face burning with embarrassment as his bare legs kicked uselessly in the air. “This is so messed up!”   “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Howard said with a grin.   Outside the weight room, Edwardo and Julia were doubled over with laughter, their ears pressed to the door.   “Is he... spanking him?” Julia asked between giggles.   “Oh, honey,” Edwardo said, barely able to contain himself. “Howard is *delivering*.”   Back inside, Howard decided to switch things up. He flipped Nick into a wheelbarrow position, holding the younger man by the legs as his upper body dangled awkwardly toward the floor.   “This is ridiculous!” Nick yelled, flailing his arms as Howard delivered a series of sharp slaps to his upturned rear.   “Ridiculously effective,” Howard quipped, landing a particularly loud *SMACK!*   Nick’s yelps turned into frantic begging as Howard experimented with different positions. He hoisted Nick over his shoulder, delivering swats to his bouncing rear as the younger man’s legs kicked wildly. Then, he laid Nick flat on a weight bench, pinning him in place with one hand while continuing the spanking with the other.   “Okay, okay, I get it!” Nick shouted, his voice muffled as he buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, all right? Just stop!”   Howard paused, resting his hand on Nick’s now-bright-red rear. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”   Nick groaned. “I said I’m sorry!”   “Sorry for what?” Howard prompted, a mischievous glint in his eye.   Nick hesitated, his pride warring with his desperation to make it stop. “I’m... I’m a naughty little straight boy, okay?”   “Louder,” Howard said, delivering another sharp slap.   “I’m a naughty little straight boy!” Nick yelled, his voice cracking.   Outside, Edwardo and Julia collapsed against each other, howling with laughter.   “I can’t breathe,” Julia gasped. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen—or heard.”   Edwardo wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, sweetie, he’ll never live this down. But hey, at least his form is flawless.”   Inside, Howard finally released Nick, who stumbled to his feet, clutching his rear and glaring at the older man.   “Great session, champ,” Howard said with a wink. “Same time next week?”   Nick groaned, pulling his shorts back up as Edwardo and Julia opened the door, their grinning faces the final blow to his wounded pride.   “Looks like someone learned a lesson,” Edwardo teased Nick sighed, rubbing his sore rear. “I’m never squatting again.”   Howard, still beaming with satisfaction from Nick’s thoroughly humbling “glutes session,” watched as the cocky trainer hobbled out of the private weight room, muttering something about never skipping leg day again. Howard’s wide grin didn’t fade, even as he noticed Edwardo peeking into the room, his spandex-covered hips sashaying with every step.   “Oh, Howard, you’ve outdone yourself,” Edwardo said, winking as he stepped inside. Julia lingered by the doorway, still giggling uncontrollably. “That was a masterclass. Nick won’t be able to sit comfortably for *days.*”   Howard leaned back on the bench, folding his beefy arms over his broad chest. “Well, you *did* say he needed to be taken down a peg. Glad I could help.”   Edwardo smirked, placing one hand on his hip and cocking it to the side. “Oh, darling, you helped more than I could’ve dreamed. The look on his face—priceless!”   But Howard’s grin slowly turned mischievous. His eyes wandered to Edwardo’s smooth, lean frame, particularly the way his spandex tights hugged his prominent, round booty. It bounced ever so slightly as Edwardo shifted his weight, his confident stance practically begging for trouble.   “You know,” Howard said, pushing himself to his feet, “I’ve been meaning to say something about *your* form, Edwardo.”   Edwardo raised an eyebrow, his smirk faltering just slightly. “Oh? My form is flawless, sweetie. Ask anyone.”   Howard’s grin widened as he advanced on the unsuspecting instructor. “Flawless? Sure. But you’re looking a little *too* confident right now. Maybe you need a reminder of who’s in charge here.”   Edwardo’s eyes widened as he began to backpedal, his hands instinctively reaching behind to cover his ample rear. “Now, now, Howard. Let’s not be hasty. I was just joking! You wouldn’t dare—”   But Howard was quicker. In one swift motion, he grabbed Edwardo by the waist and hoisted him off his feet, spinning him around before plopping him face-down over his broad lap.   “Howard! Put me down!” Edwardo shrieked, kicking his legs frantically. His spandex-clad booty jiggled with every movement, the curve of it perfectly framed by the snug material.   “Not a chance,” Howard said, holding him firmly in place. “You set me up with that little rascal Nick, so now it’s your turn to feel the burn!”   Julia, still standing by the doorway, nearly collapsed with laughter. “Oh, my God! Edwardo, I didn’t think this would backfire on *you!*”   Edwardo twisted to glare at her, his face red. “You’re not helping, Julia!”   Howard wasted no time, raising his hand and delivering the first loud *SMACK!* Edwardo yelped, his body jerking in surprise.   “Howard!” he cried, his voice more dramatic than necessary. “This is a *violation* of my personal space!”   Howard chuckled, landing another sharp slap that made Edwardo’s round cheeks bounce delightfully. “Oh, come on. You’ve got *plenty* of space to work with back here.”   Edwardo groaned, burying his face in his hands as Howard continued the spanking, alternating between playful smacks and firm slaps that echoed through the room. The spandex only emphasized the jiggle of Edwardo’s well-developed backside, and Howard couldn’t help but admire the view.   “Man, you’ve got one hell of a booty,” Howard teased, delivering a particularly loud slap that made Edwardo squeal. “Edwardo, have you been hiding this from me?”   Edwardo shot him a glare over his shoulder. “It’s not hiding, . It’s on display!"  Howard laughed, adjusting Edwardo’s position so his legs dangled off one side of the bench. He gave the younger man a series of rapid-fire slaps, his hand moving so quickly it looked like something out of a cartoon.   Edwardo flailed dramatically, his cries of protest turning into exaggerated moans. “Oh, Howard, stop! You’re ruining my spandex pants!”   Howard grinned. “I’m making them more *memorable.*”   To add to the slapstick chaos, Edwardo’s spandex tights had begun to ride up, wedging themselves uncomfortably between his cheeks. Howard raised an eyebrow at the accidental wedgie. “Looks like your tights are doing my job for me!”   “Howard, I swear to—OW!” Edwardo’s protest was cut short as Howard landed another perfectly timed slap.   Julia, tears streaming down her face from laughter, finally stepped into the room. “I can’t breathe! This is better than I could’ve imagined.”   Howard glanced at her, his hand still resting on Edwardo’s bouncing rear. “You want a turn, Julia? I think Edwardo’s got plenty left to work with.”   Edwardo gasped, craning his neck to glare at her. “Don’t you *dare*—”   But before Julia could respond, Howard flipped Edwardo onto his back, holding his legs in the air in a wheelbarrow position. The dramatic pose only made Edwardo’s protests even more ridiculous as Howard delivered a series of light, playful slaps to the exposed curve of his rear.   “Okay, okay!” Edwardo finally yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “I surrender! You win!”   Howard paused, patting Edwardo’s reddened rear with a satisfied grin. “That’s what I thought.”   Edwardo slid off Howard’s lap, adjusting his spandex with a dramatic pout. “I hope you’re happy, Howard. You’ve ruined my tights and my dignity.”   “Oh, please,” Julia said, still laughing. “Like you had any dignity to begin with.”   Edwardo crossed his arms, his plump rear still on full display. “Hmph. You’re all just jealous of my assets.”   Howard clapped a hand on Edwardo’s shoulder, still grinning. “Maybe. But now we know your booty can take a *real* workout.”   Edwardo rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath as Julia led the way out of the room. Howard followed, already plotting the next chaotic chapter of his personal training adventures.      

A Legacy in Leather and Letters  In a digital world flooded with instant gratification and swipe-left culture, it’s easy to forget a time when connection, community, and kink thrived through typewriters, photocopiers, and the Royal Mail. For those in the niche world of consensual corporal punishment, Rupert Pendragon—the pen name of British editor and publisher Anthony Earl-Williams—created something truly singular: CorPoral Contacts, a quarterly magazine that launched in November 1982 and quietly became the bedrock of a discreet yet deeply loyal subculture. The Man Behind the Name Operating under the pseudonym Rupert Pendragon, Earl-Williams was more than just an editor—he was a curator, a confidant, and a quiet revolutionary. At a time when few publications catered to the nuanced needs of men interested in adult consensual spanking, Pendragon offered not only content but community. While little is widely known about his personal life, those in the know recognize his devotion to keeping the space respectful, consistent, and free of shame. He stewarded the publication for over 40 years, until his recent passing, which has left a significant void in this highly specialized corner of adult publishing. A Magazine Unlike Any Other When CorPoral Contacts debuted in 1982, it was a grassroots effort: typewritten pages, photocopied sheets, and hand-stuffed envelopes. It didn’t scream for attention; it whispered to the willing. Each issue typically included: First-person accounts of discipline and domestic punishment Photos depicting traditional school or home-style corporal scenarios Reader letters and reflections Classified ads—a chance for real connections, often through handwritten correspondence Unlike mainstream adult publications, CorPoral Contacts emphasized ritual, roleplay, and respect, steering clear of crudeness in favor of intimacy and storytelling. The personal ads—carefully worded and vetted—were the magazine’s lifeblood. In them, readers sought everything from like-minded conversation to traditional domestic-style discipline relationships. These were not casual hookups; they were sincere, stylized, and often formed the basis of long-term friendships or relationships. Holding the Line in a Digital Age As adult content moved online, many niche zines faded. But CorPoral Contacts persisted—not because it resisted change, but because it offered something unique: an analog intimacy that no app could replicate. Pendragon never wavered in his commitment to physical media. Even as websites emerged and forums bloomed, he kept printing and mailing each issue, packaged discreetly and faithfully four times a year. This tactile commitment gave the publication an almost sacred feel. For its subscribers, opening an issue of CorPoral Contacts wasn’t about instant gratification—it was about entering a world built on mutual respect, boundaries, and fantasy grounded in structure. The End of an Era? With Pendragon’s recent passing, the future of CorPoral Contacts remains uncertain. The magazine’s website still offers back issues and scans, but no clear successor has been named. The community he helped nurture now waits in quiet reverence, wondering whether this analog institution will continue or fade into history. Whatever comes next, Rupert Pendragon’s legacy is assured. He didn’t just publish a magazine—he built a world. One where men could explore power and vulnerability through ritual, tradition, and trust. Final Thoughts As society embraces ever more digital connection, the legacy of CorPoral Contacts reminds us that sometimes, the slowest methods are the most meaningful. In its pages lived a passion for structure, storytelling, and the art of connection. And behind it all stood Rupert Pendragon—a quiet visionary with a pen, a photocopier, and a purpose. Further Reading & Back Issues: Visit the official Corporal Contacts archive ***Please note, I used ChatGPT for this piece. If any facts are wrong, please share in the comments***      

Hey guys, I am hosting a bad-boy pajama get together in two weeks 7/18. This is in San Diego. Feel free to reach out.   serious only, por favor

In the crisp, late-autumn air of a Saturday afternoon , the modest football pitch of West London Park buzzed with the energy of an amateur match between Albion City FC, decked out in their red and white kit, and Fulham Rovers, clad in all blue. The stands, sparsely populated with a mix of diehard locals and curious passersby, hummed with the occasional cheer or jeer, the scent of grass and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of hot pies from a nearby vendor, the grey London sky overhead casting a muted light over the scene, the pitch a stage for gritty competition, the city’s pulse a distant thrum. The game was a scrappy affair, the players’ enthusiasm outweighing their skill, but one figure stood out amidst the chaos: Ade Davis, a 24-year-old British-born Black lad, tearing aggressively up and down the pitch for Fulham Rovers. Ade was a striking presence, standing at 6’1” with a lean, muscular frame that spoke of years on the field, his perfect ebony skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat under the overcast sky. His face was handsome in a rugged way, with high cheekbones, a broad nose, and full lips often curled into a cocky smirk, his short black hair cropped close, his dark brown eyes flashing with intensity. His blue kit—tight jersey hugging his broad shoulders and chest, knee-high blue socks pulled taut over his calves, and black football boots scuffed from the turf—clung to his body, but it was his lower half that drew attention. The drum-tight blue shorts encased a very round, bubble butt, the fabric stretched to its limit, accentuating the firm, muscular curves, while a noticeable big bulge hinted at his physical prowess, the kit a second skin, the pitch a stage for his dominance, the city silent. Across the field, Iain Muir, a stern 54-year-old Scottish referee, watched with a critical eye. Standing at 5’10”, Iain was wiry but strong, his weathered face etched with lines from years under the sun, his graying brown hair thinning beneath his black referee cap, his piercing green eyes narrowed behind wire-rimmed glasses, his salt-and-pepper stubble framing a tight-lipped expression. Dressed in the standard black referee kit—short-sleeved shirt, black shorts, and polished boots—his presence commanded respect, his Scottish burr thick as he barked orders, his aura one of unyielding authority, the pitch a stage for his control, the city a faint hum. Iain had noticed Ade early on, not just for his skill but for the way his shorts seemed to distract players and spectators alike, the younger man’s aggressive playstyle adding fuel to Iain’s growing irritation. The match reached a boiling point in the 65th minute when Ade, after a rough tackle, earned a yellow card. Iain blew his whistle sharply, the shrill sound cutting through the murmurs of the crowd, his green eyes locking onto Ade as the player swaggered over, his blue shorts swaying with each confident step, his black boots crunching the grass, the pitch a stage for their confrontation, the city silent. Ade’s dark brown eyes flashed with defiance, his London street slang rolling off his tongue as he leaned in, his voice loud and brash. “Oi, ref, what’s this bullshit yellow for? You’re blind, innit! Sort it out, man!” he barked, his full lips curling into a sneer, his ebony skin glistening, his big bulge prominent, the crowd’s gasps audible, the pitch a stage for his arrogance, the city a faint hum. Iain’s green eyes narrowed, his Scottish burr cutting through Ade’s tirade like a blade. “I’ve had enough of yer lip, lad. Attitude like that deserves a lesson,” he growled, his wiry hand snapping out to grip Ade’s wrist with surprising strength. Before the stunned player could react, Iain marched him toward a nearby bench, the wooden structure weathered and graffitied, the crowd falling into a shocked silence, the pitch a stage for the unthinkable, the city silent. Ade’s dark brown eyes widened, his cocky smirk fading, his muscular frame tensing as he realized Iain’s intent, his blue shorts swaying, his knee-high socks slipping slightly, his black boots scuffing the ground, the pitch a stage for his humiliation, the city a faint hum. “What the banned word , man?! You can’t do this—let go, you queer bastard!” Ade shouted, his London slang laced with homophobic venom, his full lips trembling, his ebony skin flushing with rage, his big bubble butt jiggling as Iain pulled him down across his knee, the referee’s black shorts pressing against Ade’s thigh, the crowd’s gasps turning to murmurs, the pitch a stage for his protest, the city silent. Iain’s green eyes glinted with stern resolve, his Scottish burr firm as he scolded, his wiry hand raised. “Yer attitude’s out of line, Davis, and those distracting shorts—pure provocation. Time ye learned some respect!” he barked, his calloused hand coming down with a sharp *CRACK* on Ade’s drum-tight blue shorts, the sound echoing across the pitch, the crowd frozen in disbelief, the city a faint hum. Ade gasped, his firm cheeks quivering under the impact, the tight fabric outlining the reddening skin, each orb bouncing with the force, his big bulge pressed into Iain’s lap, his knee-high blue socks stretching, his black boots scrabbling against the bench, his dark brown eyes streaming with shock, the pitch a stage for his struggle, the city silent. “ banned word off! Stop this banned word, you perv!” he roared, his London accent cracking, his muscular thighs kicking, veins popping, his abs contracting, his big bubble butt clenching futilely, the crowd’s murmurs growing louder, the pitch a stage for his defiance, the city a faint hum. Iain spanked again, *CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*, each hit harder, Ade’s arse jiggling, the blue shorts highlighting the raw flesh, the pain building, his cheeks bouncing with each strike, his big bulge swaying, the fabric soaked with sweat, his dark brown eyes filling with tears, the pitch echoing with his shouts, the city silent. “Take it, ye big-bottomed brat! Yer shorts are a disgrace—focus on the game, not yer swagger!” Iain scolded, his Scottish burr thick with authority, his green eyes glinting, his wiry frame trembling with strength, the pitch a stage, the city a faint hum. Ade’s struggles intensified, his black boots scuffing the bench, his knee-high socks slipping, his blue jersey riding up to reveal a sliver of his toned back, his ebony skin glistening with sweat, the crowd’s shock turning to a mix of gasps and uneasy laughter, the pitch a stage for his humiliation, the city silent. Iain’s calloused hand gripped the waistband of Ade’s tight shorts, yanking them down in one swift motion, exposing black briefs that clung to his smooth, round arse, the fabric stretched taut, red marks where the shorts had dug in, the pitch silent save for Ade’s ragged breaths, the city silent. Iain spanked Ade’s arse through the briefs, *CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*, the sound sharper, Ade groaning, his cheeks clenching, the cotton amplifying the sting, the pitch echoing with his cries, the crowd’s murmurs rising, the city a faint hum. “Please, man… stop… this ain’t right!” Ade bargained, his London accent faltering, his dark brown eyes pleading, his big bubble butt quivering, the pitch a stage for his submission, the city silent. Iain’s green eyes hardened, his Scottish burr unrelenting as he peeled the briefs down, exposing Ade’s big, shiny, smooth arse, the ebony skin now a searing red, the cheeks swollen, the round globes bouncing with each movement, his flaccid dick and heavy balls swaying beneath, the pitch a stage for his exposure, the city silent. Iain’s wiry hand came down with a vicious *CRACK*, spanking Ade’s bare arse, the sound reverberating, Ade wailing, his big buns bouncing like overripe fruit, the pain shattering his aggressive facade, his thick thighs jocking, his arse wiggling with each hit, his black boots scrabbling, the pitch a stage for his defeat, the city silent. “That’s it, lad—learn yer place! No more of this cocky nonsense!” Iain rasped, his calloused hand relentless, his green eyes glinting, his wiry frame trembling, the pitch a stage, the city a faint hum. Ade’s dark brown eyes streamed, his full lips trembling, his ebony skin flushed with shame, his abs spasming, his big bulge aching, his straight-lad bravado crumbling, the pitch echoing with his pleas, the London afternoon quiet, the city silent. “Alright, alright… I’m sorry, man! Please stop—I’ll behave, I swear!” he bargained, his London accent breaking, his muscular thighs quaking, his knee-high socks bunched, the pitch a stage for his apology, the city silent. As the spanking continued, *CRACK-CRACK-CRACK*, Ade’s resistance faded, his wails turning to sobs, his big bubble butt jiggling, his flaccid dick and balls swinging, his black boots stilled, the pitch a stage for his breakdown, the city a faint hum. “Please, sir… I’m sorry… I’ll be good… no more attitude!” he pleaded, his voice a broken whimper, his dark brown eyes tear-filled, his ebony skin marked with welts, the pitch echoing with his submission, the city silent. Iain, satisfied with the lesson, released Ade, the younger man collapsing onto the bench, his bare arse a throbbing, crimson mass, his blue shorts and briefs tangled at his ankles, his knee-high socks sagging, his black boots scuffed, his blue jersey soaked with sweat, his handsome face streaked with tears, his straight-lad pride shattered, the pitch a testament to his chastening, the London afternoon quiet, the city silent. Iain stood, adjusting his black shorts, his green eyes stern but calm, his Scottish burr firm as he spoke. “Off ye go, Davis—early shower, and yer sent off. Behave next time,” he ordered, his wiry frame unwavering, the pitch a stage for his authority, the city a faint hum. Ade, suitably chastened, stumbled to his feet, clutching his shorts as he shuffled bare-bottomed toward the locker room, the crowd’s stunned silence giving way to scattered applause and jeers, the pitch a stage for his exit, the London afternoon cool, the city’s hum a distant echo.  

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In the photo above, I can't even describe how humiliating it is to be standing there buck ass naked with a well spanked bottom, a bar of soap in my mouth, and soapy goo drooling down my chin. It's a very effective punishment for a foul mouthed boy of any age. In fact it's even more humiliating for someone my age to endure this childish punishment.  Even my little penis is exposed and I can't do anything to cover it up.   Almost two years ago I started writing a blog series about one of the rituals of spanking - Fetching the Belt.  I was off site for a while and never actually finished the last segment of that series.  The series started out with me getting spanked with a paddle and eduring the shame of being sent to the garage where the spanking implements were kept hanging on a wall for everyone to see.  I've had a few spankers send me naked to "fetch" the next implement they planed to use on me.   The two photos below are from one of the first few spankings I got.  The spanker, a young guy half my age sends me trapsing bare across the room to put back one paddle and has me bring him another one.  I obediently retrieve the paddle, hand it to him and climb back over his knees so he can continue giving me the spanking I deserved.    For me it's a ritual that adds to the embarrassment of the spanking because I'm submissively contributing to my own punishment by walking bare, in this series to fetch the belt he's going to use on me.  It's especially humiliating if there's an audience of others there watching.  For the spanker and those witnessing my punishment,  it's a pleasing sight to watch my red bottom wiggle as I walk away anticipating the belt whipping I'm about to get and as I walk back my penis is also exposed for their amusement.  I know everyone has a complete view of me.  Plus touching and feeling the belt is likely to make me aroused, adding even more shame to an already humiliating ritual.  It's the shame of the spanking that lasts long after the sting fades away!  That why rituals are an important part of every spanking.  In Parts A through D of the series, https://southspanking.com/groups/adblog/939/fetching-the-belt-thru-part-d/  I was spanked with the paddle and sent to fetch the belt.  Everything about a leather spanking belt turns me on in an incredible way.  The feel of the leather, the smell of the leather, the sound the belt makes as it's whisked through a man's belt loops, not to mention the sting and pop it makes when it connects with my bare naked bottom as I get spanked with it.  The photo above, one of the college boys at work posted on his social media.  He was not only very familiar with belt spankings but also believed in them, even though he often found himself on the receiving end a belt whuppin.  He never feared his dad, but he sure feared his dad's belt!    I can't help "playing" with the belt when I'm sent to get one.  If  I think no one is there to see me, I might fold the belt in half and push the ends together to make that belt snap sound like it's spanking a boy's bottom.  In the previous parts of the series I lied to the spanker about what was taking me so long, denying that I was "playing" with the belt as I took it off the hook in the garage, so I was also sent to "fetch" the bar of soap that's about to be used to wash my mouth out for lying.   I received many mouth soapings growing up but never got a spanking along with them.  Instead I was literally "locked" in my room.  Yes my parents had a slide bolt on the outside of my bedroom door and literally locked me in my bedroom.  I guess a forced time out so to speak.   Being the brat I was in need of a "good" spanking, I would climb out my bedroom window and walk around to the back door and come back inside.  I would unlock my bedroom door, defiantly leaving the door wide open to prove to my parents, their little lock couldn't keep me in my room.   If my friends who got spanked did something so disobedient, their bottoms would have been truly blistered for that behavior.   Yes my mouth soapings would have been a lot more effective if I had a hot, sore and bright red bottom to go along with them.    I am really surprised more "men that spank" don't use a mouth soaping as part of a spanking routine.  I didn't get my first real spanking until I was 47 years old, and I've only had a couple spankers that put a bar of soap in my mouth while spanking me.  It certainly brought back those childhood memories of those times my parents washed out my mouth with soap.  Even as an adult I hated mouth soapings just like I did as a boy, attesting to their effectiveness.  Plus it put me in the mindset of just being a boy and getting punished like a boy. My real interest in mouth soaping occurred several years later when a 19 year old "kid" at work confessed about the belt spankings and mouth soapings he got from his dad not long ago.  Over the course of a few spanking conversations, he admitted his belt spankings were bare ass and said how awful the belt stung.  Then he went on to describe the mouth soapings he got saying how truely awful they were and how hard it was to get the taste of the soap out of his mouth.  It was then when I pictured him bare with a bar of soap in his mouth getting the belt applied to his bottom that mouth soaping started to turn me on.   The 19 year old guy at work that described the bare bottom belt spankings and mouth soapings he got from his dad.  After hearing his stories, I pictured his bottom bare and getting the belt with a bar of soap in his mouth.  That's when having my own mouth washed out with soap became a new interest for me.   I added some captions to these photos of me getting my mouth washed out during a spanking to describe my fantasy of getting a humiliating spanking and mouthsoaping in front of a group of my own friends.  Having an audience witness your spanking makes it even more embarrassing. Perhaps if as a boy, I got my bottom spanked good and hard with the bar of soap in my mouth, I wouldn't have needed to have my mouth washed out with soap quite as often. These are particularly embarrassing photos because mouth soaping, like spanking, is a very childish punishment and there's no way to clearly show a photo of a mouth soaping without also clearly showing my face. Mouth soaping is just like so many other aspects of spanking and can be incorporated into a spanking ritual. The following photos will show some of those rituals. They add to the humiliation and therefore the effectiveness of the punishment. Nothing completes a punishment for back talking, cussing or lying, like a good old fashioned mouth soaping! If my mouth got me into trouble, my mouth should pay the price along with my backside. It doesn't matter the boy's age, he can be young or old. It is a very effective punishment that is well remembered! The key to a good mouth soaping is to soak the bar of soap in a bowl of hot steamy water for at least an hour or two before the bar of soap is put to use. That way the soap turns into a soft messy goo! There's no way to keep it from getting between all the crevices of his teeth and running out of his mouth and keep it from dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He will look like the fool he acted like! And like any spanking, it's best done in front of an audience! It can be a bit messy though, but having him clean up the mess while still naked can be an additional punishment all in itself.  Even the sight of the soap soaking in water brings back vivid unpleasant memories to anyone that has had their mouth washed out with soap. I can still remember the smell of a bar of Ivory soap that was used on me as a boy. Every time I smell that soap, I think about the times my mouth got washed out as punishment. Back then I hated it. I still don't like it but I admit that now it makes my little dicklet hard! Getting your mouth washed out with soap in front of a group of your friends is humiliating to say the least! Hearing the spanker's remarks and your friend's smart aleck comments just makes it even worse! Having them see your red butt and your face in the mirror is embarrassing for you and really great for them! While soaping a mouth may be easier for a larger audience at the kitchen sink, the best place to soap a dirty mouth is in front of a mirror. There's two reasons for this. First any observers can see my spanked red bottom from behind, and they can see the faces I'm making from the foul tasting soap in the mirror. Plus I can see just how ridiculous I look as a grown man getting such a childish punishment. And I can see how fat and out of shape I am and that embarrasses me more! Don't let me hide my little penis from anyone either. Keep me fully exposed during the punishment, so everyone can laugh at me and enjoy my naked shame.   Just like corner time, getting a mouth soaping is best served in front of an audience. The best audience is a group of my own friends. Guys I has to face on a daily basis knowing they saw me punished completely naked with a childish mouth soaping and a spanking! There's little that's more embarrassing for me than having a mouth full of soap, drooling suds down my chin and have it drip all over my chest while my friends laugh at me! Not to mention the awful taste of it all! In this case the friends are encouraged to take photos and post them on social media to shame me even more. Within minutes everyone is going to see me naked and exposed with a mouthful of soap!    If everyone didn't laugh at my little penis before, they're certain to laugh when they see that getting punished naked is giving me a boner! Now all my friends will realize that getting my mouth washed out with soap and getting my bottom spanked makes my dick hard! Yes, I tried to hide that little secret for years and now everyone is going to know it and they'll never let me forget it!   Let my friends have some fun with me in my state of nakedness. It's all part of my punishment. My red spanked bottom is thrust out for their amusement and my face with the bar of soap in my mouth is turned toward them to humiliate me even more. Forcing me to have eye contact with them is sure to make the humiliation sink in.  Asking me questions with a mouthful of soap is always fun entertainment for everyone there! Of course no one can understand anything I'm saying but it's fun to watch the soapy drool turn into bubbles while I stand naked in front of everyone!  You leave me there doing naked corner time bent over the sink with my rock hard penis pushed back between my legs. Maybe I misunderstood that it was okay to rinse or maybe I was being defiant. Whatever the reason I'm caught red handed, or should we say caught "red bottomed" rinsing out the soap without permission! Now the soap is going back in my mouth and I'll be dragged by the ear into the other room so the belt can be used again. My friends are really going to enjoy this!  Before being positioned for a spanking, a little naked display will do me some good - with the bar of soap still in my mouth. I'm warned not to let the bar of soap fall out of my mouth or the spanking will start over from the beginning. That means I'll have to bite down on the soap and get the it embedded in my teeth, making it much harder to rinse out! My face, dick, balls, and red bottom are all exposed to those witnessing my spanking! When I got mouth soapings as a boy there were no such thing as cell phone cameras so a humiliating punishment like this couldn't be documented. In this day and age with social media, my friends will substantiate my punishment and share my naked shame with everyone I know.    Positioning someone for maximum humiliation during a spanking really provides those watching with entertainment that will be remembered for eternity. The spankings I witnessed when I was younger were given in a way that made the guy being punished, stick his bottom out, offering it for the belt or paddle in a most ludicrous way! You really feel like the fool when you have to stick your own bottom out and present it to be spanked and keep it there for the entire punishment.    Being sent to the corner naked with a well spanked bottom and my friends in tow adds to my shame. They will be sure to tease, touch and fondle me to humiliate me even more. I know if I resist or move from the assigned position, I'll get spanked again. In fact that's what my friends will be trying to make happen!   The bar of soap and belt are left on the bathroom counter to remind everyone what happens when you tell lies. Although I don't think anyone is going to forget what just happened to me. Finally allowed to rinse the awful soap out of my mouth! With the bar of soap soaked in hot water there's lots of goo to rinse out! It makes for a very effective punishment for a sassy, cursing or lying boy of any age!  Below is a link to a short video clip of me rinsing all the soapy goo out of my mouth showing just how bad my mouth soaping was. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TUW16_dtD6wI6Tap9d_h0mTViMW7lbwf/view?usp=sharing Growing up I got my mouth washed out with soap many times, but I never got a spanking along with he soapings. I truly hated mouth soapings!  Nothing about a mouth soaping turned me on back then like when I watched a friend get spanked!  Perhaps if I got my bottom spanked good and hard with the bar of soap in my mouth, I wouldn't have needed to have my mouth washed out with soap quite as often. If you're one of my friends and you recognize me in these photos, soak a bar of soap in a bowl of hot water and give me a thorough mouth soaping and blister my bare naked bottom with a paddle or a belt. I'm sure I did something to deserve it. Be sure to take advantage of the situation and enjoy the opportunity to make me endure every bit of the naked humiliation and punishment you've often thought I deserved! I was going to make a separate post about this next side story but figured I'd just include it here. I accidentally shared every single one of the photos in this post and the video with a "vanilla" friend. It was one of the most humiliating things that's ever happened to me. I've always figured a regular friend is going to run across my photos and blog posts here or in one of my other spanking profiles and realize I'm turned on by spanking. More specifically, turned on by someone GIVING me a spanking! I guess that wouldn't be so bad because if the person is browsing spanking websites, they would probably be turned on by spanking too. But even more humiliating than that, is accidentally sending a potentially "vanilla" person, naked pictures of myself with a red spanked bottom and a bar of soap in my mouth! It was a couple of years ago and this isn't the first time something like this has happened!  I know that someday, one of my mistakes is going to get me "caught" and exposed naked, revealing my spanking fetish! I belong to a social club and take photos of events for the club. I uploaded the photos to what used to be called Amazon Drive. Before they discontinued it, Amazon had cloud storage available for Prime members to use at no charge that was similar to Google Drive and Microsoft One Drive. It allowed you to share photos, videos and documents with other people. Another club member creates a monthly newsletter and used my photos in the newsletter. I had given this friend and a few other people, shared access to the folder and all the club related subfolders on the "cloud" drive that I upload the photos to. The newsletter usually comes out on the first of the month and it was the 22nd. He was going on vacation so he needed to publish the newsletter early. I uploaded photos of three other events the night before and texted the guy at 9pm and said I'd get the rest of the photos uploaded for him in the morning. I started working on them at 6am. I was finishing up the last set close to 8am. I highlight the photos to drag them into Amazon Drive. Well my computer mouse has been having trouble staying clicked as I drag it. It's a problem well known with Logitech mice called double clicking. The issue is they use a cheap main click switch and the switch gets worn out and loses contact as you're holding it down. Well my mouse unclicked, and reclicked in the folder pane and grabbed the entire folder of the red bottomed spanking and mouthsoaping pictures in this post. Yes every one of them! Pictures I was planning on uploading to one of my spanking blogs later that morning! Not just any mouthsoaping pics but naked pics of ME with a bar of soap in my mouth with my little dick showing and my bottom spanked bright red! I was only trying to upload 5 pictures and over a dozen photos transferred so I knew something weird happened. I can't even describe how my face burned red with shame when I looked and realized exactly which photos got uploaded! At first panic set in and then I became flustered and had to figure out how to delete the pictures from Amazon Drive. It took quite a few minutes to delete all the pictures. At least it wasn't like the last time when I texted a screen shot of my browser that had several tabs open to spanking websites! That time there was no way to delete a sent text message! You say that's not much time for him to see all those photos, but he's an early morning person and he had to get the newsletter finished that day. He was probably online after seeing my text message the night before, and was most likely working on the pictures for the newsletter first thing in the morning! But those few minutes seemed like an eternity while I was trying to delete the photos hoping he didn't see them. Yes a few minutes was enough time for him to look at each and every one of those photos! And possibly download them! I didn't hear anything back from him until 9pm that night and all I got was a text with 3 thumbs up! The following morning at 7am the completed newsletter with some of the photos I took in it, and was out by email! I was expecting one of the naked photos of me with the bar of soap in my mouth would be the cover photo for the newsletter! I still don't know if he saw my naked pictures but I'm thinking he did. I also have no idea if he downloaded any of them! It will be bad enough for someone to find my blog on their own. It's worse if I send someone my naked spanking pictures by mistake! I was sick to my stomach all week wondering what the consequences might be. When I saw him about a week later, I tried starting a conversation with him. I figured one of 4 things might happen when he saw me. He could bring it up privately and enjoy making my face burn red with shame. He could spread the pictures around to other club members He could insist on spanking me and washing my mouth out with soap. He could spank me and soap my mouth in front of other club members. All I can say is that if he did see them I deserved to have my mouth washed out with soap and have a belt taken to my naked ass! I can't deny I deserved a naked public spanking for being so careless! I've always felt I deserve to be spanked in front of a group of my own friends. Although I always imagined it being with a group of older friends that I witnessed being spanked themselves years ago, not the new ones from a club I recently joined. I'm pretty sure he did see the photos because he ignored me when I was trying to start a conversation with him and he purposely started talking with someone else instead! Yeah he had to see them. I tried a few times and each time he ignored me. I guess there was a fifth outcome that I didn't anticipate happening. Perhaps my photos embarrassed him as much as they embarrassed me! Just like the time my mom discovered my collection of gay and femdom spanking porn! I was thinking if he spanked me, perhaps pictures of that spanking should be put in the next club newsletter! But once again nothing happened. Yes, I escaped the naked public humiliation I deserved! Perhaps if he saw the text that went with the photos, which said that if someone finds them they should spank me, he might have enjoyed punishing me for being so careless.  

I've often thought about riding my bicycle naked, but didn't have the balls to do it on the street or even on a trail. However, late one Sunday morning I decided to ride naked around my yard at home. There were four neighbors that may have got an eyeful if they were out in their yards and looking into mine.  Perhaps I got the idea from a young man at work. He frequently told me he wanted to take a naked motorcycle ride. He lived in a rural area and was constantly getting naked at home or even when he was out with his friends. His road was about two miles long and was U shaped. It came out onto a state highway on both ends. I had no doubt that he did the naked ride and pictured him riding bare from his house to one end of the road and then back on the state highway to really expose himself. There was a convenience store/gas station on the state road half way between where the two ends of his road met up with the highway. I could picture him riding through the gas station beeping his horn calling everyone's attention to his motorcycle exposure escapade. I was his boss and I couldn't believe he was always telling me about his naked adventures. Perhaps he was trying to get a reaction out of me. But whatever the reason I sure enjoyed listening to his stories and picturing him naked in public.   A photo I found online that made me think of the young man at work that wanted to take a naked motorcycle ride. He was a huge Monty Python television show fan too so I added the words "Off With Thy Pants" to the picture.  I don't ride motorcycles, but perhaps he inspired me to take my naked bicycle ride.I have to admit I've always had in interest in participating in one of the World Naked Bicycle Rides. I always wanted to participate in one of those World Naked Bike Rides but they aren't near me, so I decided to take a naked bike ride in my yard. Although I have to confess, if I went to one of those Naked Bicycle Rides, I'd want to sniff all those bicycle seats! (Top photo from the web)   The ripe musky aroma of ass crack definitely makes me horny. It's humiliating to admit it, but I've confessed other "dirty secrets" here, so whether it's a naked wrestler being put in a spladdle, a naked bicycle rider or someone bending over to change in the locker room, I always wonder just what that butt crack smells like! I've sniffed my own dirty undies and I've sniffed the dirty briefs and boxers of some of my friends too! I've even sniffed the undies of complete strangers that I've found outdoors or in a locker room. However what's most humiliating is when someone sits bare on my face and grinds their ripe musky stinkhole all over my nose marking my face with the scent of their ass crack! So yeah, when I see all those naked bicycle riders, I can't help but wonder how ripe all those bicycle seats smell! Photos from the web.  The photo on the right (above) reminds me of the time my college buddy Matt and I were changing at a state park to go swimming in a lake and he bent over to pick his briefs up off the floor. The most incredible scent of his bare ass crack just filled my senses. Matt was frequently spanked by his dad and I couldn't help but think about that fragrance filling the room as he got spanked and his dad's paddle fanned his exposed crack and hole! That's when I started associating the smell of swamp ass with spanking! The photo above on the lower left has the dominating wrestler running his fingers over his subdued opponents hole and through his crack. One reason for this would be to humiliate his opponent, but I'd bet he's going to sniff his fingers after the match is over! I know I would! Sometimes when I'm on a long road trip, I'll reach my hand into the back of my pants and run my fingers through my crack so I can sniff them as I drive! It makes me so horny! I would surely want to sniff all those bicycle seats on a World Naked Bike Ride! I figured the least risky day to ride my bike naked through my yard was a Sunday morning. You see this is the heart of the South and it's the Bible Belt. All the neighbors are probably at church on Sunday mornings and if they weren't they certainly got a show that morning, and they probably wanted to give me a spanking for not being in church myself! For some reason strict religion and spanking just seem to go together! You know, the whole spare the rod thing. I've often had fantasies of the neighbors catching me running around my yard naked on a Sunday morning and dragging me to the local church just the way they found me. Buck ass naked! Then giving me a public spanking right there in front of the entire congregation! Getting caught exposing yourself naked in public should mean that you get punished in public. Punished with a naked public spanking!  Exposing yourself to the neighbors deserves a spanking in front of all the neighbors. A buck ass naked spanking! You wanted to be naked so you should be spanked naked too! That's it, right out in the yard where everyone can see and hear! All the young men in the neighborhood should learn you're never too old for a spanking!  Now turn and face the camera so everyone online can see your face. They should be able to identify who is getting spanked. And your punishment should be posted online so people can look at you getting spanked whenever they want to. If anyone recognizes you, they should contact you and insist on stripping you naked and giving you another spanking. Yes they should strip you and spank you whenever they want to! And where ever they want to. Now let them see how getting a spanking makes that tiny little dick of yours start to get hard! How humiliating for you to have everyone see that! I can't believe you get a boner because your butt gets spanked!   Humiliation is part of the spanking and having your penis exposed is part of the humiliation.   I was always so embarrassed that just thinking about being spanked gave me a boner.  Whenever my friends got stripped or spanked they never got hard!   I always envied guys that could stand there naked and watch a spanking, or get spanked themselves and never even worry about getting a boner.  If I was naked when watching someone get spanked, I knew my dick would have a mind of it's own and I was terrified everyone would learn I got turned on watching them get spanked.  Or even worse,  if they found out I got aroused thinking about someone spanking me!   I was terrified that everyone would learn my secret,     You wanted to go for a naked bike ride so get that naked red spanked ass of yours up on that bike and ride around. In fact maybe you should ride through town! Just the way you are with your dick flopping around in front of you too! If anyone asks, tell them you got spanked for riding your bike naked and see if they want to give you another spanking! You deserve every spanking anyone wants to give you!  Quite some time ago I saw a photo manipulation posted online about a guy that got spanked by his dad and was then made to ride his bicycle through town so everyone could see what happens to him when he's disobedient!   Just for the purpose of public humiliation, the spanked boy has to ride his bicycle with his bright red bottom on display for everyone in town to see. It looks like his dad even put spikes on his bicycle seat so he can't sit down to hide the spanking he just got. His friends are taking photos and video of him as he makes his bare bottom ride of shame through town. Photo manipulation found online.  Getting back on my bike and starting the naked ride around my yard. My red spanked bottom clearl showing. I wonder how many of the neighbors saw me that day?   Anyone out there that day not only had a view of my spanked backside, but also had a view of my naked frontside. Complete naked exposure is an important part of any spanking.     Now keep going and you better be careful where that bike seat pokes you!    Don't ride too fast! You don't even need a red flashing light! Just wiggle your red butt cheeks. They can be seen for at least a mile!      I'd probably have to do some of the ride standing up as it will hurt too much to sit down. That will give everyone a clear view of both my backside and my front side!     Be sure to wave if you see anyone along the way. Stop to take pictures with them too! And don't forget to ask them if they want to give you another spanking! You deserve it! You've got to keep that butt red the entire way home!   Like I mentioned, I've always wanted to do the World Naked Bike Ride. But with my luck, my bike would break down and I'd get stranded naked! Totally exposed with no other naked cyclists around. And I really wonder if I would be allowed to do the ride with a red and well spanked bottom? If I ever did the WNBR I would definitely want to do it spanked bright red! I also wonder if any of my neighbors saw me riding my bike naked to get these pictures and if they did if they enjoyed what they saw? One of those neighbors was driving me to pick up my car from being repaired and out of the blue, asked me if I ever saw the television show "The Full Monty". I had never heard of it and he went on to explain that celebrities get bare on television to raise money for charities. That television show didn't show much.  They even blocked out the actor's butts,  but I found it interesting he brought up a show about men getting naked on stage!   Perhaps he's a little more kinky than I thought and maybe he did see me and enjoyed the show the day I rode naked around my yard!  He also made a comment to me about when he gets really muddy doing yard work he has to be careful changing outside because his house is close to the road.   I wonder if his bringing those topics up was because he did see me naked in my yard with a spanked bottom at times. The photo manipulation with a naked picture of myself depicts a scene I often thought about happening to me. While cycling with a group of friends they stop to take an early break and pull out a hairbrush. They tell me they found my spanking profiles online and thought they'd help me out since I seem to want to be spanked so bad. I try to say that it's okay and they don't have to spank me, but they insist! I'm stripped buck ass naked and someone puts me over their knees and spanks me right on the side of the road. I'll be getting that most humiliating spanking that I always fantasized about. A spanking from someone I know and in front of other people I know and have to face on a regular basis! Then one person grabs my shirt and another grabs my cycling shorts and they ride off leaving me to finish the ride naked and exposed. I try to catch up to the guys in front of me to hide me a little from view. The two riders behind me stay back so everyone can see I've been well spanked! Lots of horns beep as cars pass me from both directions! My friends decide to stop every five miles and take turns giving me a refresher spanking to make sure my bottom glows red the entire ride! It's going to be a long and painful ride. Maybe one of them will see this post and make my fantasy become a reality! Since I didn't have the balls to ride naked down the street or on a bike trail, perhaps my friends should force me to do it! And with a very red bottom.

[Disclaimer: My trainer and I was into spanking for a while now. He already asked ahead for my permission to do something different.] I was on my usual trip to my trainer's house for a "routine spanking." When I arrived, I texted him. Instead of entering through the front door as usual, he told me to wait outside by the side gate. I stood in front of the gate, my palms starting to sweat, wondering what the punishment would be this time. A moment later, he opened the gate and let me into his backyard. As I was wondering, the order that came out of his mouth blew my mind. He told me that from now on, the moment I stepped into his house, I had to be stripped naked for inspection. Even though his backyard was fully enclosed with fences and nobody could see us from the outside, it was still an open-air area. He didn't say anything else—he simply looked at me, waiting for me to comply. I nodded, trying to act like I wasn't nervous at all. I started with my T-shirt. After it slipped from my shoulders, I folded it neatly. As I was looking for a place to set it down, he handed me a clean trash can and told me I wouldn’t need it for the rest of the day. Then came my shoes and pants. I left my underwear for last. There was a moment where I hesitated, but I forced my hands to keep moving. Once everything was off, I stood there completely naked. I was hit by a rush of shame. My whole body started to turn red, especially my ears. He ordered me to put both hands behind my head and spread my legs apart. He looked at me, checking every inch of my body.   He ordered me to turn around. I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he inspected the shape of my butt, which had been trained by him for a while. Lastly, he ordered me to get on all fours to show him my submissiveness. He was not satisfied with my posture. He raised his voice and told me to spread my legs wider. He walked up to me, fondling the tip of my penis with the rough surface of his shoe. I knew better than to move—or else a harsh punishment would follow. Finally, he stopped and patted my head. “Good boy.” I got up and followed him into his house. My "routine spanking" had just begun.

This is a true story about how when I was college age.  I stripped naked in the woods at a relative's house, and I'm pretty sure I was caught. Not only caught naked but caught spanking my own ass!  This was before I got a real spanking and self spanking was the only kind of spanking I got.  The risk of being caught made the self spanking much more exciting!   I entered the woods leaving all my clothes behind, and walked bare for over an hour, searching for a fallen log to bend over (like the one behind me in the photo above).  I would spank myself while I thought about some hot redneck farm boys in the area catching me and giving me a real spanking. Perhaps a spanking like the ones they got on the farm from their own dads.   There were lots of birch trees in those woods too (notice the birch bark on the ground in the front of the photo). That means there's plenty of birch switches available to use on a naughty boy's bottom!  I would always think of spanking when I saw birch trees or willow trees. This isn't the first time I had an encounter with being caught spanking myself, as my younger brother and a group of his friends almost caught me naked, bound and spanking myself at home.   https://southspanking.com/groups/adblog/921/the-time-i-spanked-myself-put-myself-into-bondage-and-couldnt-get-loose/    This blog post is another another true story about a time I really do think I was caught naked and spanking my own ass outdoors!  I was in college or just out of college, and would visit a relative in the upper peninsula of Michigan who owned some property with Lake Michigan frontage. It was about 20 acres of forest along the lakefront. I spent a lot of time there during my youth through my 40's and the seclusion and privacy often made me want to get naked outdoors. The roadway and edges of the area around the house, provided some clearing areas that let sunlight through and a heavy cover of brush would grow concealing the inner woods from view. I had cut a few "entrances" into the inner forest and would go into the woods, get naked and masturbate, often spanking myself while I was in there. Sometimes my dog would pick up my scent and track me into the woods. I was always hoping a family member wasn't following the dog to find me naked out there! My relative's driveway in the upper peninsula of Michigan. The road was about a quarter mile long and would start curving 100 feet or so from the house so you couldn't be seen once away from the house. When visiting as an older teen and young adult I'd pull down my pants while walking down the driveway and risk getting caught by someone coming to visit. The sunlight in the open roadway let the brush grow along the edge of the forest blocking the view into the woods. I had several pathways cut through the brush, so I could enter the forest, where I would strip naked and wander bare through the woods, looking for a spot to masturbate, imagining the local farm boys catching me and punishing me with a spanking! I'm sure they would enjoy whupping some city boy's ass!   Once away from the road and inside the native "forest" it was wide open as the tree canopy provided shade that kept underbrush from growing. I would walk into the open forest area, spank myself and jack off. If someone else was in the woods it wouldn't be hard to see me. While there were lots of mature trees, it was still pretty wide open and it would be easy to notice the movement of someone walking or running through there especially hearing the crunching of leaves and twigs.   Usually I would find a fallen log in the woods to bend over. I would slowly strip naked imagining someone out there forcing me to strip or slowly undressing me themselves, for a sound spanking. (These are photos I took of myself naked in those woods!)   Sometimes I'd wait to find a fallen log to bend over and then start undressing imagining that someone caught me and ordered me to strip.   Slowly taking off one piece of clothing at a time, thinking about standing there in front of them.   Exposing myself for anyone in the woods to see. Hey if I was in those woods, anyone else could be in there too! Yes I would stand there buck ass naked with my hands behind my head imagining my captors sitting there looking me over and talking about what they were going to do with my naked ass! Of course. I'm sure they would make fun of me because my dick would start to get hard, just because I was naked in front of them and listening to them talk about spanking me!   Part of the humiliation of getting a bare spanking is having my penis exposed to whoever is spanking me or to an audience watching me get spanked.  It's especially embarrassing when I get a boner just from being spanked!     I'd imagine whoever found me tying me up spread eagle to the trees, then cutting a switch from a birch tree and spanking me with it.   Or, I would bend over the fallen log and imagine myself bent over another man's knees getting a spanking. I really did deserve to be caught and spanked! Spanked good and hard! Other times I would be more daring and bring a paddle with me and strip naked just inside the cover of the underbrush, as soon as I came into the woods from the road. I would leave all my clothes right there, only putting on my shoes, so I would have no way to dress again if I got caught! I would wander around completely bare, carrying the spanking paddle, looking for a fallen log to bend over. One time I was having a hard time finding a suitable log and walked around quite a bit eventually finding a mound of dirt near the lake that must have been a sand ridge from years ago that grew over with dirt created by falling leaves. I laid down over the mound so my butt was thrust up in the air as if I was bent over over another man's knees. I put my hands under my crotch and started humping my hands to get off. I would normally hump the clothes I took off but they weren't anywhere around. I took the paddle and reached back and started spanking my own ass, thinking about the local college age farm boys catching me and giving me the kind of spanking they often got on the farm! What a sight it would be if someone were to catch me. A naked college boy myself, with his bare bottom perched up in the air, spanking himself red and sore in an attempt to get off! All of a sudden, after 15 or 20 paddle smacks I heard voices!  No one was ever in these woods and the voices were coming right toward me! Now I was really thinking about those farm boys that got ass whoopins at home. I can't even describe the terror and panic that went through my mind as I thought about them taking off their belts or using my paddle, or a switch on me to give me a real spanking! It would have been so humiliating to be caught naked, spanking myself with a paddle while masturbating!  I was naked, had a red spanked ass and my clothes were nowhere near me!   I got up and ran off in the opposite direction that the voices came from and crouched down hoping they didn't see me! All I could think of was the view someone had of me running naked through the forest, with a bright red bottom, carrying a spanking paddle! To make matters worse, I became disoriented, and couldn't even figure out where I was, or which way I need to go to find my clothes.   I wandered around naked for about 30 minutes trying to figure out where I was, knowing there were a couple of guys right there in the woods with me!  At that moment, my fantasies didn't seem so fun anymore!   My red ass and the paddle I was carrying would have told anyone that found me exactly what I was doing AND what I deserved. Naked in the woods with a red spanked ass knowing there were other people out there with me and having no idea which way my clothes were, I finally figured out I could use the lake as a landmark. I got my bearings and figured out which way I needed to go to find my clothes! I eventually found my clothes, got dressed, went back to the house and decided to go for a swim to calm my frazzled nerves.   I usually had the beach to myself for several miles and once in the water would take off my swim suit and skinny dip in Lake Michigan. It was all private houses along the beach and rarely did anyone else go in the water. My relative's property had 700 ft of lakefront, so that's a little longer than an average city block of beach. The lake had a gradual slope to it so you could walk about the same distance out away from the beach before the water got over your head so it was hard for someone to see that I was swimming naked. While I was in the lake, I heard a horn beep.   I got out of the water to find out it was a man and his son stopping by to visit and introduce themselves.   The son was in his early twenties,  just discharged from the US Marines, so I'm sure he was accustomed to strict discipline. They were looking to buy a piece of property two lots over. I must have wandered off my relatives property and was on the parcel they were looking at buying. All of a sudden my face must have turned as red as my ass was earlier knowing that those were the voices I heard out in the woods when I was spanking myself and masturbating!  I'm sure the sound of the paddle smacking my bare ass was a very distinct sound that wouldn't be mistaken for anything but a spanking. To this day I don't know if they saw me or not, but I'm sure they had to be honing in on the source of the distinctive noise the paddle was making! I found out the man owned a construction company and had 5 sons aged from about 14 to 23. I'm sure those boys all got spanked and they had to be familiar with the sounds of a spanking! They never did say anything but I'm certain they saw me naked in the woods that afternoon! If they didn't get a good look at my face earlier they did now!  Or perhaps they didn't recognize me with my clothes on!  Those voices were close so I don't know how they could have missed my naked red bottom running off into the distance!  I wonder if they talked about me spanking myself and had a good laugh on the way home. They did ended up buying that property. I got naked and spanked myself a lot in those woods. Everytime I went back out there to jerk off and spank myself, I thought about them catching me again! I wonder how many people did actually hear the sounds of spanking out there, or may have seen me? I also wonder if that Marine looked for me out there again or told his brothers about me! This was before I got my first real spanking and sometimes I did things actually hoping to get caught and hoping someone would insist on giving me the bare naked spanking I know I deserved! I still risk getting caught today and someday I know I'm going to get caught! When it does happen, I hope I end up getting the most humiliating spanking of my life. Or maybe someone will stumble across me getting a real spanking outdoors. If they do, I hope they stay and enjoy the show! I really do deserve to be spanked naked in public!

I want to thank everyone for being a member of this site, and for your contributions, including some amazing videos, photos and discussions. There has been some discontent with the way I run the site, mainly regarding off topic content.  I have had several conversations regarding this and I have provided detailed reasoning, however those individuals remain unhappy.  A number have left the site and donations to the site have slumped.  To those that have and continue donate you have my gratitude and respect, to those that have stopped you also have by thanks for your past generosity. I am really at loss over the discontent, because really the rules have always been the same, they have never changed.  This is a spanking site, its not a place for discussing politics and certainly not children under any circumstances.  I will run a poll to see what the majority consensus is regarding off topic posting. As far as the future of this site goes, I don’t know.  We certainly are not going to be able to perform any upgrades this year, that is for sure, and very likely we will not come close to covering our costs.  The server contract runs out soon, so I will be looking at getting a better deal and probably a less powerful one, but that should help stop some of the bleeding. I will commit to running the site and keeping it on line for the remainder of this year, and reevaluate the situation in 2026.   James

This is conversation I had with the former marketing director of Studio 7 and thought I wouls share it with you.   The interviews were done in a twostep process.  The phone listed for “models wanted” was a pager I wore and the number also had a message machine that required leaving physical stats, age able to be proved, and a contact number.  If that all was OK, I’d return the call for a chat about the potential model’s interest.  Voice was important as was information on the potential’s background and body.  If the caller sounded possibly OK (about a third were rejected by phone alone), I’d set up a cup of coffee at a very public and open coffee shop at one of the huge resorts on Hotel Circle.  I’d go and see if the boy with the colored shirt was there, alone and within the range of age and looks we were looking for?  If so, I’d join him and order something to drink.  I’d suggest we move to the side and require he show me his driver’s license as this was a strict modeling job conversation only.   Surprisingly, no one ever showed for that public interview who wasn’t genuinely interested.  The boys were nervous often (it was always midafternoon).  We’d talk quietly and personally about why the boy wanted to model and especially be in a disciplinary video?  Money was always a factor and I’d ask what the money was needed for?    Tomas, for example, wanted to pay his single Mom’s doctor’s bill (never been spanked).  Scott always wanted to make a video and though it would be hot to make a spanking one as he’d been spanked growing up.  Johnny had just arrived with his mom by car from Louisiana fleeing with his mom from a very abusive Mom’s latest series of a boyfriend and he was out of cash and his mom was hitting the streets of downtown San Diego.  Another boy was a 22-year-old, excellent candidate, who’d just become a teacher, who lived with an older man – best candidate I ever saw (I can explain later).  And there were others.    If the interview seemed potential with zero “red flags” I would tell the boy that the next step was an interview with me at a later time when he would be required to take all of his clothes off to show his body and go over my knees to see how he reacted to this kind of video but he would not be spanked or offered anything until he passed it, if he passed it.  It was always a few days later with the exception of the teacher and Johnny in order to ensure the boy was actually interested and not just a spur of the moment way to make quick cash.  Legal papers had to be signed by the applicant giving consent to that final interview and the first and any subsequent filming’s and they required to boy to have the papers notarized before the next step in the interviewing process.     The papers were close to the same used in the normal Hollywood film industry and were written by Screen Actors Guild Attorney at my insistence.  Anywhere from three days to two weeks later we would schedule a time and meet at the “studio” (behind the print shop).  Alan and his attorney would be there and review the papers in the print shop.  If all were in order, there never was a case where all wasn’t in order though not all the boys actually made videos, the boy and I would go into the “studio” alone with the door shut and I’d talk him through the film’s scenario, hold him, strip him, take him over my knees and lead him through it.  He would know the cash he’d be paid any also that the cash would be doubled if he actually cried (in the film, of course, not the interview).    Yes, I saw firsthand, so to speak, how males reacted to these spanking scenarios.  Some did say things like, “Ah, come on, give me a spanking and show me what it’s really like.”  I NEVER did, absolutely not!  But it was interesting the reactions of the boys given their various backgrounds.     Tomas would only agree if I did the video with him and thus came the masque that was made.  The actual video was made a few weeks after all interviews were completed to ensure the model had time to think it through and really wanted to do it.  I was present at all filming’s, two then three stationary cameras were always on and Don the only other person in the room besides the boy and Dad actors were the only ones there!  I was not involved in any of the documentation or cash or business transactions but I certainly did get a lot of experience!   Tomas was an Interesting boy.  In spite of everything, he was the most reluctant when he realized the photographer was also in the filming room and he was also the most shocked at the fact that it was real and hurt.  He did sob but not in front of the cameras.  He returned for two more videos (Not with me) and a couple of privates where good money changed hands (out of my sight).  He to this day lives with a man and is still spanked.

When someone expresses unhappiness, with the site, I always try to put myself in their shoes.  I will never get defensive or brush anyone off as simply being ‘wrong.’ Instead, I try to focus my energy on listening to their point of view.  I can’t promise to always find a solution but I will always try my best to explain the reasons why a post was deleted or a video not approved or anything else that is perceived as negative. I would like to point out to everyone, that the admin’s on the site are simply enforcing the rules that I created, so really the buck does stop with me.    To that end allow me to explain a few things and I am going to start by addressing the fact that we don’t allow linking to anything that contains underage material, such as the M/M Spanking Story archive.  Depending where you live, free speech is available to you and accessing or linking to that particular site is not an issue.  That is not necessarily true in other places and with the current world polarization, rules and change are extremely fast paced.  It is not these days beyond the realm of possibility that someone could end up being charged with a crime because they accessed a site that links there.  I prefer to err on the side of caution which I honestly think is sensible.   Moving on to images and pictures, I very am much aware there has been an issue and disagreement regarding full frontal images.  It is very true we are all adults, and of course ‘penis’ shots are always going to be present at some point, for example a guy naked over another guy’s lap, it’s going to dangle at least, but do we need full frontal images with erections?  The site is called southspanking, the name sort of gives it away that we are a spanking site.  I am asking for a little understanding here; how far do we go?  Do we end up as a full porn site where everything is on the table for posting?  Or do we stay a spanking site?   And then there is politics, in an ideal world adults should be able to debate responsibly, however there is so much hatred and polarization that its best if we keep politics out of the site and I would ask everyone not to post anything political, even satire, again this is a spanking site.   Well I am prepared to be shot at dawn as I am sure, what I am saying will not be popular with some of you and for that I truly apologize.