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After I got my first punishment spanking I knew that was the kind of spanking I needed from that day on.  Hard and fast right from the start without a warmup.   Like the spankings I enjoyed seeing my friends get growing up.   This spanking was also courtesy of Bill's Basement in Hammond, Indiana.  It started out like the first punishment spanking.  I was stripped BUCK ASS NAKED and bent over Bill's knees and spanked like a naughty boy! Only this time Bill arranged for a couple other guys to be there to watch and help spank me.   As that brush did it's work, I was yelping and gasping for breath in no time, not only looking like a naughty boy over Bill's knees, but sounding and feeling like one too!  The two guys watching were enjoying the sights and sounds as the spanking progressed.   Bill had me stand up, stick my butt out and put my hands on my knees.   He handed them the hairbrush and a belt and told them they could spank me themselves!  The guy in the leather vest seemed new at giving spankings.   He wasn't sure how hard to hit me.  But the other guy had spanked me before and spanked much harder.    The diaper position has got to be the most humiliating position to be spanked in - especially for someone my age!    I mean, not only does it give the spanker the opportunity to make eye contact with me and see my facial expressions as I'm being spanked, but it lets me see just how much he's enjoying giving me the spanking!   Yeah, I can see the smirk of satisfaction on his face as he turns my ass bright red and makes me howl!  And with the two guys grabbing and holding my legs back and wide apart, everything is in view.   My face, my dick, my balls, and even my butt hole!  How humiliating!  Below, you can see how I even get spanked right on my heinie hole!   The most sensitive place on a bottom to get spanked!  And the guys are definitely enjoying exposing my hole and spanking me right on the bullseye!     For this next part of the spanking I'm tied down to a spanking bench and completely immobilized for a hand spanking, strapping and paddling. While the hand spanking isn't that painful, it is certainly humiliating, having another guy slap, squeeze  and fondle your bare backside, knowing you're helpless to do anything to avoid it!  It also gives him the opportunity to spread apart my butt cheeks and expose my heinie hole adding even more to the shame of my punishment!  I didn't realize it at the time but these pictures show my exposed boy hole!  They also show just how turned on I became being bound and helpless as I got the spanking I deserved.   My dick was leaking precum from knowing my dick and balls were pulled back between my legs and exposed to everyone's view as my bottom got spanked red hot!   I'm not sure why, but being tied down to the spanking bench like that, always makes my dick leak like that!   I guess it just shows how much I deserve to be spanked!    While I was on the spanking bench the other two guys got in a little spanking play of their own, but when they were done, one of them wanted me over his knees for another hand spanking.  He pulled my dick and balls back and let them rub against his bare thigh as he spanked my bottom red again.   It's definitely embarrassing for a grown man to be naked and bent over another man's knees getting spanked like a naughty little boy!        Then Bill gave both of us one final spanking.   You can see my bottom ended up much redder than his. It's also more embarrassing being the only one buck ass naked! Watch two videos of me getting that spanking: 2nd Punishment Spanking Part 1 OTK and Belt 2nd Punishment Spanking Part 2 Diaper Position and Spanking Bench   See my previous blog entries here: https://southspanking.com/groups/need2botk/adblog/      

Just some wee thoughts!   I think I can be honest when I state that I do much better with consistent discipline, rules and boundaries.  They keep me focused, attentive and have helped me immensely in both my personal and professional life.   It is also true that I respond well to corporal punishment.   I can also say with my heart, there are many times I have tried to avoid punishment, or tried to talk my way out of punishment and yet if I was being honest with myself, I know I need punishment.  I think that if my dad gave into my pleas and promises about being ‘good’ or ‘promising not to it again’, there would be a loss of dependability and reliability, which would result in confusion.   I suppose I prefer having crystal clear boundaries, rules and consequences.   When I think about discipline, it encompasses three main areas attitude (such as respect and obedience), House rules (completing chores, cleaning up after myself) and boundaries (not procrastinating, no traffic violations etc.).   The area where punishment is more intense is a boundary infraction, since they I created myself.   There is one other rule which is as a boy, I am expected to extended every courtesy and be respectful to other Dads.  If a dad is visiting here and I misbehave or show him disrespect, he will be invited to administer punishment.  If I am visiting another dad, them I must obey his rules, and accept punishment when I need it.  Now just so you know any dad that either visits here or I visit, I will have gotten to know very well and there will already be a trust relationship in place.  I am not talking about random strangers I know nothing about tanning my butt.   That is how discipline works in our house, and obviously any breeches have consequences and that means punishment.   Punishments are not limited to spanking, though 90% of the time I do end up staring at the carpet with my bare bottom up in the air.  Other punishments included time out (corner time), grounding, early bed times and denial of pants and/or briefs.   I am not going into these punishments in any great detail but what I can say is that if you have a dad as creative as mine all these punishments, while juvenile in nature can easily be extended to an adult boy.  As an example, being grounded for a week, simply means that as soon as I get home from work, back from shopping or whatever else, my pants and briefs come down for the rest of the day / evening.  That is effectively me being grounded, since I can hardly go anywhere in just my tee and socks!   If I am getting close to a spanking, I may be put in timeout, to give me a chance to reflect on my behavior before it escalates and a spanking becomes necessary.    Being sent to bed early is pretty much self-explanatory but it also means computer powered down and my cell phone in the charger in the lounge.  It also means a good dozen swats to my bare bottom, and while not quite a punishment spanking, I end up in bed with a glowing hot bottom.   As you can imagine none of these punishments are exclusive and can include more than one of them, or a combination, depending on how ‘naughty’ I have been.

Does The Wooden Spoon Really Work?*     Now Cornertime Confidential doesn't usually tell stories out of school, but... This is the story of richie Z when I was about 5 or 6 (Kindergarten and 1st Grade) when he and I were playmates. Mrs. Z, his Mom was a well-known lady in the neighborhood with a nice house, and I was invited over to come play. She was a raven-haired red head and I suspect, on reflection, this may explain some of the rest of this story! So, I rang the doorbell and my Mom wanted to meet Mrs. Z (I assume she must have been "somebody" important or something), and while we waited for Mrs. Z to come outside, richie and I began goofing around. We were having a good time, and then Mrs. Z and my Mom began to talk. When it came for my Mom to leave, we arranged for a pick up time and my Mom left. richie and I began to ride his Big Wheel his Big Wheel up and down the driveway that they had which was a cool driveway. And we played with his trucks which were really neat. I had Tonka trucks too. Then about maybe no more than 15 minutes in, Mrs. Z came out into the side yard between her house and the neighbors while we were playing on the grass and said: "You didn't clean up your room, and you knew you couldn't invite jake over until your room was cleaned up."   "But..."   "richie, go inside and get me The Wooden Spoon." Looking at me he was crazy embarrassed. He turned to his Mom and began to tear up, "Mom...."   "Now get inside. You cannot play with jake until you to get me The Spoon. Then when you're done cleaning up your room, you boys can play. jake wait out here." I could only listen and imagine as Richie went inside as he began to cry to go get The Wooden Spoon for god only knows what! I knew what Wooden Spoons were used for in my house, but could it be true that Mrs. Z used them for the same thing? Well, The Spanking he got musta been really bad because it took a while. And I had to humour myself until he was done cleaning his bedroom up. So it took waaaaaay too long for a boy my age. I was a clever boy though, and I knew how to busy myself when I had toys and was alone.  Then finally, richie came out to the back yard, and we tried to play. As I say, I had to wait outside until all this transpired. But the play date wasn't the same after that.  richie couldn't look me in the eye and just play no matter how much I tried to engage with him. And I said something like, "You Mom's mean."  And richie didn't know how to handle that at all. I don't recall ever playing with richie except on the playground at school. I never got invited over to that cool house again.   But as luck would have it, years later a girl from school told me (as a groan up) that richie went on to be a competitive surfer in Southern California, so maybe the Wooden Spoon worked! He ended up having a good career and a family of his own.  But I bet in his home, there's no mean, Wooden Spoons. *Not a ton of folks saw this when I posted it online, so I'm reposting here.  Please comment below or email us with your ideas aok4otk@aol.com or cornertimeconf@gmail.com ______________________________________ Follow Cornertime Confidential Wherever You Are: Tumblr  ∙  SouthSpanking ∙  Twitter  ∙  WordPress

It's with great sadness that Cornertime Confidential shares a passing of note. Marco was not even 40 when he let these blessed shores for some place better. We are truly disheartened. We have had other great Men leave the community: Eddie Knapps Eastbourne Daddy Daddy Howard Ron from Fresno, and others,  Some taken waaaaaay too soon. We're afraid that Marco too was taken too soon. Here's a simple, loving tribute to him from the filmmakers at Sting. Goodbye to a Dear Friend June 24, 2023 In Memorium • Marco  It is with great sadness that we have to release the news that Marco has died. He passed away after a sudden and very much unexpected serious illness. We all at Sting Pictures are of course shocked and mourning the loss of a great friend and colleague. He was only 37 years old.   Cornertime Confidential will remember you for years to come. Swift flight, Marco. Be well forever now.     Please comment below or email us with your ideas aok4otk@aol.com or cornertimeconf@gmail.com ______________________________________ Follow Cornertime Confidential Wherever You Are: Tumblr  ∙  SouthSpanking ∙  Twitter  ∙  WordPress

One of my biggest turn-ons is a role reversal spanking where a person that's usually in charge and usually would be doing the spanking ends up on the receiving end of the spanking.   The typical role reversal scenarios are things like employee spanks boss, son spanks dad, student spanks teacher, younger spanks older.    I told the story previously about my first spanking at age 47 from a young dominant 23 year old guy.   I had posted a message online looking to endure the humiliation of being spanked by a much younger guy. A young spanker replied to me and said he lived nearby.   He titled his message, "I'm young and I spank!"   Matthew, that young 23 year old spanker got off on spanking older men like me as much as I got off on being spanked by someone half my age.   He told me of other older men like me he put in their place with a humiliating over the knee spanking!   Matthew had plenty of experience with spanking.   He told me how his own dad paddled his bare bottom so he had  experience being on the receiving end of parental spankings, and he was actually a spanking porn model and made spanking videos for a porn studio.   Matthew was a perfect spanker for a beginner like me.   He knew just when to lay it on hard and when to back off so I didn't get scared away.    Here's some photo from one of the first few spankings I ever got.  It's from the third spanking he gave me.    24 year old Matthew is pulling down my pants so he can give me another long overdue spanking.   I was 48 years old this time.   I'm looking down at his firm but slender legs remembering what it's going to be like being a grown man at 48 years old being spanked over his knees like a naughty little boy.   I stand submissively in front of this young spanker as he takes my shirt off too.  Although this spanking will start over my tighty whities, I will end up buck ass naked for maximum shame and humiliation. Notice the contrast of his young, in shape, slender physique compared to my overweight out of shape body, making it even more embarrassing as he strips me. Humiliation is an important part of any spanking and Matthew is going to make sure I'm thoroughly embarrassed!      He doesn't waste a moment before he grabs me firmly by the arm and pulls me right where I belong, bent over his knees for a long overdue spanking.  I look down in embarrassment knowing he's going to feel my boner pressing against those slim hard thighs of his.   I can only imagine how satisfying it is for him to look at my brief clad bottom knowing he's going to turn it red with a hand spanking before he uses a paddle on me and gives me a real spanking!    His hand rubs my bottom as he slaps it, feeling the shape and contours, and the firmness of "the target" as he calls it.    I'm old enough to be his dad, and I wonder if he is pretending that he's getting even with someone like his dad for all the spankings he got growing up.  Out of curiosity, I asked my younger spanking friend Jordan, about his desire to spank his own dad.   He's mentioned several times how much he'd like to give his dad a spanking.   Jordan told me  "I think I'd like giving my dad a spanking because it would be so humiliating for him. To see him go red faced when he embarrassed the hell out of me as a teen would be so satisfying." That's exactly the way I see it from my point of view and why I like being spanked by younger guys so much.    It's the humiliation aspect of a spanking that turns me on so much.   For a grown adult to get stripped naked and spanked like a naughty boy is so humiliating.  Especially if it's a much younger guy spanking me.   And like Jordan said, I can't help but think about how satisfying it would be for them to be doing it!   I think about all the times I may have bossed a younger guy around and made him do work he didn't want to do, and think about how satisfying it would be for them to spank me.  Having total control over me, exposing me, turning my bottom bright red and getting their revenge!   Yes a role reversal spanking is satisfying for them to be dishing out and equally humiliating for me to be receiving!  Just like a spanking is meant to be! Link to Part 2

The paddle in the photo above is like one my friend Bill had hanging on his bedroom wall.  I remember being so fascinated by that paddle, and even more fascinated that his parents made him keep it in plain sight where all his friends could see it and ask him about it!   That paddle certainly wasn't just for show as I was there a couple times when it got used on his bare butt!    My dick would get so hard thinking about the humiliation Bill endured knowing all his friends looked at that paddle every time they came into his room and knew he got spanked with it!  Not just spanked, but spanked bare!    I felt bad for him but at the same time, it turned me on in a most incredible way!  Bill's paddle had the words spelled differently.  It said Cute Little Dear instead of Deer and Bare Behind instead of Bear Behind.   It still had the graphics of the deer and the bear on it.   Plus it was a regular spanking paddle not a thin one like the one in the photo.   Perhpas it was because it was made in the 1960's or maybe Bill's dad made it himself.   Memories of that paddle came back to me last month when I was in a local antique - arts/crafts store and saw a paddle hanging on the wall in that shop for sale.   It brought back those memories of when I was a kid. Both the catchy slogan and the fact it was hanging on the wall in plain sight just like the paddle in Bill's bedroom! When I was a boy, we'd go on family vacations in Wisconsin and there was a chain gas station/restaurant/gift shop in the Midwest called Stuckey's.  I guess they were also in the South.    We'd stop for gas, a bathroom break and grab some food before heading back out on the road again, but what I remember most is looking through the gift/souvenir shop.   As a young teenage boy what caught my eye were the spanking paddles that were for sale with the catchy sloagans on them.  Like "For the Cute Little Dear with the Bare Behind" similar to the one in Bill's bedroom.    Or "Attitude Adjuster" like the one above.   Or "Heat for the Seat". Parents would think they were funny and buy the paddles to use on their kids but they would scare the hell out of me!!!   Yet at the same time, just looking at those paddles would give me a boner!    Yes I was fascinated with them and I would constantly walk by the tables with the paddles on them trying not to be too obvious so that my parents didn't get any goofy ideas and buy one of them and ruin my vacation!  But seeing those paddles and thinking about them getting used on me made my dick so hard!  They probably weren't too effective, but I didn't know that at the time.  Looking back at it now I think they were made from a lightweight cedar wood (how appropriate to be made from cedar to be used to spank a boy's seater), but the wide color variation of red cedar,  when stained made for an attractive looking paddle!   Stuckey's restaurants were all over the place when I was a boy.  It was a mainstay of travel for both tourists and truckers to stop and get decent food.   They had all the essentials.  Gas, bathrooms, food and souvenirs.  The marketing theme was a good one because while you were waiting for your food, you could wander around the store and shop for gifts.   I loved looking at those spanking paddles!    I was truly worried that my parents would see them and get a crazy idea of buying one to use on me.   I always wondered what one of those paddles would feel like if it got used on my heinie!   But I was too chicken to actually find out!    I'm sure there were many adults and almost all of my friends that would have eagerly volunteered to try one out!  In the 1960's spanking boy's bottoms was a common thing.  I was the exception in that I never actually got spanked.   Above is a photo of the inside of one of the few more recent Stuckey's stores that are left.   When I was a kid it was more of a restuarant with regular seating with waited tables.  The restaurant took up at least half of the floor space with seating.  Unlike the photo above with a few self serve/dine in tables. Back in the day, it was more like a Cracker Barrel or Bob Evan's type restaurant.  The gift area were rows of flat tables with the merchandise laid out on the tables. It was easy for your parents to look over and see what you were looking at, (and make sure you were behaving)  so I had to slowly walk by the paddles and not stop and stare too long!  But I got a glimpse of those paddles as often as I could and wondered what it would be like to get spanked with one!  

  As we shared last week, the CP Community has experience a great, but inevitable loss this month. Vernon Learoy Tice Jr., age 78, of North Hollywood, California passed away on Monday, August 7, 2023. Founder of Camp Red Tails in Lake County, California, Vern was an (inter)national treasure who repeatedly, year-after-year made a difference in Men and adult boys' lives with his remarkable Camp Red Tails, Mans Hand Film, The Folsom Street Fair Spanking Booth, and much more. In today's post, CP folks far and wide tell the (red) tail as they knew him. We hope you'll share your memories too in the comments or reach out to us by email (link below), so we can add your recollections.  First, let's hear from the current organizers of Camp Red Tails, Danny (writing for the whole CRT crew). "On Vern Tice" From Danny, Camp Red Tails, (Saratoga Springs, California) In the night between August 6th and August 7th, 2023, Vern Tice – founder of Camp Red Tails and beloved friend to those who attend it – passed out of this world and into a state I prefer to call “exploring the What-Comes-Next”. Much as the true substance of a sentence are its words and not the period at its end, I would rather focus on the man Vern was – what he meant to those who knew him and the legacy he built for those kindred spirits like him – and not belabor his departure from this mortal coil.  Having known him for over half of my 52 years, I will forever regard Vern Tice as one of the most generous and kind souls that has ever been, and yet those terms – “generous” and “kind” – don’t feel like they’re doing justice to describing just how much Vern not only embodied these concepts, but also lived by them and carried them out.  Serving Our Community, Our Nation After serving in our country’s military during the Vietnam War, Vern spent countless hours and energy in the ensuing years battling to create a safe and thriving environment for his communities – the gay community and the kink-community, often at the same time.  One of Vern’s most publicly recognized endeavors was the running of the Man’s Hand Spanking Booth at the annual Folsom Street Fair. For over fifteen years, Vern created a Hands-On experience for both novices and the experienced “Old Guard” to “dip a toe” in the kink scene and community, all while raising thousands upon thousands of dollars for the AIDS Emergency Fund, so those experiencing HIV could receive financial aid for much needed medical treatments, housing, and services.  It was at the second such Spanking Booth that I met Vern Tice. At a time when I was new to not only the kink community but expressing myself as a gay man, Vern’s friendship and mentoring gave me the confidence and guidance to begin navigating the ensuing years. Vern’s friendship also brought me into the company of other kind-hearted and kink-hearted men such as himself, forging a community of mutual support and friendship.  Creating Community: Camp Vern’s passion was Camp Red Tails. He envisioned and then created a safe, immersive event where kinky-minded, spanking-enthusiast people could walk the walk and be as we truly are. An oasis of fun and friendship within the remainder of the mundane and vanilla year. Everyone at Camp Red Tails was greeted by Vern’s enormous smile and hearty hug. Vern’s annual year-long preparations made Camp Red Tails a place many call “home”. And each year, Vern’s sole endeavor for Camp was to ensure those attending were having a good time, putting his own enjoyment as secondary. He was happy as long as we were all happy, regardless of how much or how little he played himself. Camp Red Tails is able to continue and thrive primarily due to the blueprint than Vern created, and it will continue on thusly. As, over the subsequent 12 years, my first significant relationship quickly turned parasitic and abusive, Vern made sure there was always a place for me at Camp Red Tails -- an escape from my woes to regroup and regenerate my energy and my sanity. Vern never gave up on me at any point over those twelve years, time and again giving me his ear, his shoulder, his support, and his enormous heart until eventually I learned the courage to make the right decisions for myself and leave the bad situation. So for me, Vern and Camp Red Tails were literally life-altering, possibly even life-saving. And mine is no doubt just one story in a library of lives affected and improved by Vern. And for this, Vern has achieved the status of Saint in my eyes.   Radically Progressive It could also be said that Vern was generous to a fault. Once you knew Vern, he would bend over backwards to make sure you were doing well. Many, many of us were afforded free entry to camp at times when we perceived our financial situation would not permit it – even in the years when Vern had to dip into his own accounts to finance Camp as a whole. This also extended into his home life, agreeing to foster, feed, and care for countless homeless dogs in his own residence, thereby saving them from euthanization. I am forever in astounded awe at just how selfless time and again Vern was in actual practice.  When you analyze it, you come to realize how radically progressive Vern was.  The First Rule of Camp Red Tails The First Rule of Camp Red Tails, from its very start in 1995, was “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do”. This has, several decades later, become reflected in the #metoo movement’s sentiment “No Means No”.  Unashamedly Himself Vern was also unashamedly and contentedly himself at all times. He was an avid lover of books – novels and stories in leather-bound type – particularly in the Science Fiction Genre. At a time when I kept my true “nerdist” tendencies deeper in the closet than my kink-sexuality, Vern would carry on lengthy and exuberant conversations with me about how the latest episodes of Star Trek or Battlestar Galactica reflected the themes of the works of Jules Vern, Isaac Asimov, and Mary Shelley (the true founder of the Sci-Fi Genre, thank you very much), permitting and encouraging me to expend whatever volume of oxygen on each particular topic or point of discourse as I saw fit, without any hint of shame or changing of the subject.  Vern would seek out new Science Fiction Literature at annual Science Fiction Conventions throughout Southern California and the entire West Coast with his longtime friend Dennis. Vern also maintained his love for the game Dungeons and Dragons. And though I gave up the game in my teen years, I maintained a passion for dragons, unicorns, and all the magical beasties populating the game – a passion Vern encouraged and fostered. And though the wells of pop culture (i.e. the television show “The Big Bang Theory” and so-called “hot” Dungeons and Dragons-playing super celebrities such as Joe Manganiello and Henry Cavil) have mainstreamed “nerd” culture, Vern Tice was decades ahead simply by being unapologetically and unabashedly himself.  A Man Ahead of His Time I feel that to call Vern Tice “ahead of his time” is a disservice; the phrase makes it seem Vern was some passive and hapless time traveler. Change comes when brave people have the strength to hold to and espouse their beliefs and affinities and engender a shift in perception. And whether the context is the aisles of a Science Fiction Library or the playspace at Moonburn, Vern Tice was one such person. And this fellow Jean-Luc Picard quoting, dragon-loving, dog-hugging, power exchanging, spanking-craving self-identifying “nerd” will be forever grateful for predecessors and mentors such as Vern Tice.  Our Job Now: Live Whole-Heartedly These sentences, haphazardly typed onto the page, cannot possibly account for all that Vern Tice’s life encompassed or all that he meant to those whose lives he touched and shaped. But I do know for certain that we can all honor his life and work by following in his very large footsteps and continue to live our own lives as truly and as whole-heartedly as he did.  And to you Vern, wherever you may be exploring now, Camp Red Tails will always be the embodiment of your playful spirit. Please stop in anytime and see how we’re doing.  Sincerely, Dan  ______________________________________ And now some remembrances from Vern's friends, admirers, and fans.   From Strictop (North California, US)   I've known Vern for over 25 years.  I first met him at the 2001 Camp Redtails when I thought there was something important in being a 100% spanking top. He and his cohorts (Long Beach Glen, Copper, the Johns, and Dan, to name a few) perpetuated a unique space in Northern California where men could come together and express their shared fascination with spanking and where people like me could explore new ways of being kinky in a totally safe and supportive environment.   Vern had a unique ability to create and/or maintain ongoing events (Man's Hand Films, REDTAILS magazine, Moonburn spanking party, Folsom Street Fair spanking booth, etc.).  He provided an organizational locus where people wanted to gather and play. The mailing list and personals section for REDTAILS were essential means of national and international connectivity throughout the latter part of the 20th Century for men who spank men.  I knew him to be strong-willed, deeply ethical, and committed to creating – and most importantly maintaining – the best play spaces that he could.   Vern was a sweet, kind man who truly cared about his community. It was my great pleasure and privilege to have known and played with him over the course of three decades.   From Daddy Mark (Georgia, US)  Vern was truly a great guy and a trailblazer in his own right. I'll genuinely miss my friend and the unique world of filmmaking he brought to life for us all. On Friday, Aug. 18, we'll share an extra post written by Daddy Mark which will bring more "color" to Vern's film and video work and his CP celluloid legacy. We'll be sure to share that with you all through our social channels as well.  From Ross, (North Carolina, US) My most fond memory of Vern does come from Camp Red Tails.  Each year he would greet the campers with a speech at dinner on the first night.  EVERY year, he would tear up when talking about Camp and how special it was to him, and those who have attended.  They were heartfelt, sincere tears of joy, and remembrance of the amazing people and times that had come before.   He was a true pioneer in our community and a dear friend to many.  From Copper (Los Angeles, Calif) If you haven't already, read Copper's great post about Vern's passing the day he passed away. You can find that here: "In Memory of Gil Connelly" From Tommy (South Carolina, US) Dan's tribute (see above) on the Camp Red Tails site is masterful...and thematically similar to mine.   I know you are not looking for an analysis but for little kernels of memory.  Vern (Gil) was not so much spawner of fantastic stories. Most remember him for his convictions, vision, and warmth... On Thursday, we'll share much more from tommy! Be sure to tune in for that. See you on Thursday for his deep dive into the life and times of Vern Tice. From John & John (New York, US) Vern was the creative genius behind Camp Red Tails as well as Man’s Hand Films and The Man’s Hand Spanking Booth at Folsom Street Fair.   We are all the beneficiaries of Vern’s hard work on Camp Red Tails which he looked at as labor of love, as well as the vision and integrity he used to run it. We were honored when Vern entrusted Camp to the three of us (including Dan, see Dan's post above). We are committed to keeping his legacy and vision alive. It was by Vern’s doing that Camp Red Tails became the “magical” place it is today.  Vern's spirit will always be in our hearts and a part of Camp Red Tails.   A big spank you (errrr...thank you!) to all who contributed to today's and the posts on this coming Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.   Please comment below or email us with your ideas aok4otk@aol.com or cornertimeconf@gmail.com ______________________________________ Follow Cornertime Confidential Wherever You Are: Tumblr  ∙  SouthSpanking ∙  Twitter  ∙  WordPress  

Some years ago one of my early and formative spanking experiences was when I went to a spanking party. I had been chatting online to this “daddy” and role playing his naughty little boy, but he lived 60 miles away and we had not met in person. He invited me to a spanking party his friend was hosting, so I decided to make the drive. I was the last to arrive at the house, but nothing had started yet. All the men were sitting in a big circle, all still fully dressed. They asked for a spankee to go first and I volunteered. My daddy sat on a chair in the middle of the circle and stood me in front of him. He made me strip to my tighty whitie underpants in front of everyone, and told me what a naughty boy I was, and that he was going to have to give me a good spanking for being so naughty. Then pulled me over his lap and spanked me on my underpants, as I wriggled and kicked my legs and fussed. He held me in a tight grip! After a few minutes he stood me back up and said “now you are going to get it on your bare bottom young man" he pulled my undies down to my knees in front of the whole room, revealing my bare butt and my fully erect penis! Then he pulled me back over his lap and spanked me on my bare bottom hard. He stopped periodically to caress my bottom gently and check that I was OK, then it was back to hard slaps on my ass cheeks, stinging badly and causing me to Yelp with pain. I soon lost my erection and my penis shank embarrassingly. After that I was passed round the room naked and several guys spanked me over their laps and in other positions. Finally some of the other guys started to get spankings too, I got to watch other guys get spanked and I got spanked side by side with a couple of them. At the end my daddy cuddled me and told me I was a good boy and rubbed my sore red bottom. I got hard once again when he did that so then he sat me on his lap on the sofa and caressed me and I shot a huge load of banned word all over myself! Then I got dressed and went home with a very red and very sore bottom and a very sticky crotch and belly! It was a extremely humiliating and hot experience.

So, having spent some time testing, evaluating and frustrating .. here is some good news.   With a fresh installation, no bells and whistles but with complete functionality, the site will work for mobile based devices, including phone and tablets from an app that can be downloaded via google and apple stores. (Please do NOT download and attempt to connect, just yet).   I want to emphsize that for desktop users everything will be as it is right now, no need for downloading apps ..   We do have a number of modules that will not work with the mobile side of things and would need to be removed, but everything such as videos, photos, posts etc will 100% work on both desktop and mobile devices.   The chat bar will not work on mobile and tablets, but there is a certified one from the script vendor that will work on both desktops and mobiles, it also allows video chat, conferences and more.  If you want to check it out here is the URL:   https://store.phpfox.com/apps/chatplus   It is pricey but with this installed and mobile working properly, it will greatly enhance the site and member experience.   If we strip out all the whistle and bells, simplify things, it will also speed up the site .. so I will do more testing and then update you what is our next move.  To be honest it is looking very positive right now.   Hugs   James    

The best weekend of my life As all great things, there is a beginning an an end.  And our great time together came to an end.  But our sadness on parting is somewhat muffled by the promisie of more meetings to come (but not enough to prevent us both from openly weeping that final day before the airport). But thinking back on it, the greatest weekend of my life, a particular time came to my mind, a time in bed whie I watched you sleep. CODA I dare you Mike, look at your sleeping son, red bottom and tears still on his cheeks, but with contented expression, fast asleep with his head on your shoulder.  I dare you to look and not have tears yourself.  But cry quietly, so as to not wake your sleeping son, who you love so much. We share this feeling. this bond.  When I hold you, my crying son in my arms and telling you all is forgiven, and everything is going to be alright.  It's the best feeling in the world.  Son, maybe you know others that would make better dads than I.  And still you chose me somehow.    But you are the Only one I know that actually gets this; that understands this feeling and shared bond.  And that's not even counting the fact that I do love you dearly, like a dad loves his son.  I am the luckiest dad in the world.

©2023 Need2botk It was a very memorable day, the day I got my ass spanked for the very first time and I have to admit it, that spanking was more than 30 years overdue.  Although I was threatened with spankings all the time growing up, I never actually got one!  However, I was fascinated with spanking as long as I can remember.  I loved watching my buddies get spanked when I was a teen.   In fact I've been jerking off to the thought of getting spanked, or thinking about the spankings I’ve witnessed since I was 11 years old.  The one thing that has really turned me on is is thinking about the added shame of a much younger guy spanking me! Then one day I got an online message that said "I'm young and I spank!"  It was from a 23 year old guy that we'll call Matthew and he was offering to give me the real spanking I'd been fantasizing about for so many years!   He was really excited about the prospect of stripping a 47 year old man buck ass naked and putting him just where he belonged, ass up over his knees, for a good sound bare bottom spanking.  He said he likes spanking older men, with nice meaty butts, and from the pictures I sent him, he said I had the “perfect target“.   We missed several attempts at meeting but finally connected that Thursday afternoon.  I was extremely nervous about being spanked,  but Matthew tried to make me feel comfortable.  At least as comfortable as possible for my first time, but to be blunt, I was scared shitless!  This was the first time someone was going to strip me!  Yep, I was going to get spanked naked!  I had no idea what to expect.  I had spanked my own ass many times before, just to see what a spanking might feel like, but this was different.  This was the real thing. I wasn't in control this time.  I was worried he was going to whack my ass a few times and I would change my mind. I didn't want to look like a wimp and was hoping I'd be able to take a hard enough spanking to satisfy this young man.   I figured I had to do this, and since I told him previously that this might be a good day to meet, I just got in my truck and headed toward Matthew's house, figuring I'd call him in route.  I got to his house and was still unable to contact him by phone.  I couldn't believe this!  I had actually worked up the courage to meet up with a guy to give me my first real spanking and he wasn’t home!   I had chatted with a lot of guys that wanted to spank me but I never followed through and actually scheduled a time to meet before.   I wanted to get spanked so bad!  I needed a spanking!  I deserved to have my ass spanked red hot!  After a couple more attempts to call him,  I headed to a store, about 15 minutes from his house to waste some time.  My dick was semi hard the entire time I was in the store and my balls ached just thinking about the spanking I might be in for.  I aimlessly roamed around the store for an hour, the excitement in my crotch and balls, building as I waited.  I tried calling again, my stomach churning and my dick throbbing at the prospect of him answering the phone.  Still no answer!     I wanted to be stripped naked and bent over his knees and spanked so bad!  I had left the store and was headed back toward his house when he finally answered the phone.  I told him I was nearby and asked if he still wanted to to this.  It was like music to my ears when I heard him say "definitely!"  He had previously sent me some photos of himself, but I figured they were pictures of someone else because he looked like a model.  He looked so hot I figured he couldn't possibly be interested in spanking an older guy like me, but when I saw him standing in the driveway waiting for me I realized the pictures he sent were real!  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I found out later he actually was a model and had done some spanking porn before!  I grabbed the bag out of the truck with my paddles, a video camera and the butt plug he told me to bring with. As soon as we got inside, he got right down to the task at hand and said lets go upstairs.  He just came home from work and was dressed in black dress pants and a white long sleeve shirt.  He took off his shoes and rolled up his shirtsleeves as I set up the video camera to record my first ass spanking. Unlike me - he was so calm and knew exactly what he was doing.  He had me stand in front of him as he pulled my shirt out of my jeans shorts and then up over my head, setting it down on the dresser.  Then I felt his fingertips starting to unfasten my belt buckle, unbutton my shorts and lower the zipper.  Before I knew it, I was stepping out of my jeans shorts, and they were put on the dresser with my shirt.   I was starting to get hard, just like I hoped I would.  Matthew sat down on the bed and me pulled over one knee.  He rubbed my brief clad butt and started to hand spank me.  They were easy smacks, but I think he spent more time feeling the shape and curves of my butt cheeks through my tighty whities.  I wanted to just start humping his leg, but modesty got the best of me and I restrained myself and just laid there submissively.  My legs were shaking uncontrollably and I remember him telling me to relax that I was in good hands. How could I possibly relax?  I just let a guy I never met before strip me down to my briefs,  and I was bent over his knees getting a spanking.  I had never let anyone strip me before and I had never been spanked before.  There was no way I could relax!   The slow soft hand spanks turned into harder faster spanks.  I can remember how nervous I was but at the same time it felt so good laying over this young man's knees, letting him give me that spanking I only dreamed about before. After about 50 hand spanks on my tighty whities, he told me to get up again.  As I obediently stood before him,  I felt his fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my briefs.  It felt so weird as I sensed his fingertips slide down my flanks as he lowered my briefs and told me to step out of them.   Except for the socks which I forgot about, I was buck ass naked!  Totally bare!   Completely exposed!  There was no being modest anymore, I was naked and under the control of a guy half my age. And I was getting spanked!   He didn’t bother to turn me around to look at how red my ass was.  Nope.  Matthew just pulled me back over his knee, buck ass naked for another spanking.   As humiliating as it was, I wanted to be right where Matthew had me, my naked butt sticking up just begging to be spanked.   I had dreamed of this day so many times, I couldn‘t believe it was actually happening!   The whole thing was so surreal. He hand smacked my bare butt about another 50 times and then I felt him reach underneath me to fondle my dick and balls.  No one had ever touched my dick or balls before!   Usually I am rock hard when it comes to spanking but I was so nervous meeting someone in person to give me my very first real spanking my dick had gone limp with fear.  Between my thoughts of how great this feels,  I wondered if he’d be some sort of nut case.  I wondered if I was going to be safe.   I wondered a lot of things, but most of all I kept wondering if I'd be able to take the kind of spanking I deserved.  A spanking that would leave my butt sore for days.  A real spanking.  He picked up my first paddle, a small pine board drilled with smaller holes.  It was one of the first paddles I made.  I thought back to the time I was in my wood shop, as stood naked, cutting, shaping and sanding that paddle, testing it out on my own backside as it progressed.  I was thinking about how hard my dick was as I carefully drilled each and every hole in that pine board hoping they would help that paddle sizzle my ass. Matthew gave me a couple swats with that pine paddle and rubbed my ball sac again with his hand.  He did what I often do when spanking myself and he rubbed the edge of the paddle through my butt crack.  I must have shuddered and my legs were shaking cause he told me again,  to "just relax"  and pulled both my legs up onto his lap.  I was now laying over both knees with my feet and head on the bed.   God, the feeling was incredible, here I was at last, just like I fantasized about, bare ass naked, over a young mans knees, my naughty butt sticking up in the air just begging him to spank me harder.  Begging him to spank me more, armed with a wooden paddle I personally made for someone like him to blister my ass with.  I kept thinking back to how he told me his own dad used to paddle his ass when he was a kid, and here I was, buck naked, over his knees with my ass just begging for a spanking.  I wondered how he felt having my ass over his lap, turning red, turning hot.  I wondered how he felt having me under his complete control, having a guy old enough to be his own dad laying submissively over his knees so that he could spank me like a naughty little boy.   I gently humped his leg sticking my ass up offering it to him to discipline.  I needed to be spanked, I deserved to be spanked,  I wanted to be spanked.  I hope he got some additional satisfaction knowing he was giving me what I craved. Knowing he was the first one to ever spank my ass! Fifty-four bare ass paddle swats later he switched to another one of my homemade paddles. I made several paddles hoping that a guy like him would put them to use spanking my butt.   A narrow maple paddle without holes.  Some of the paddle companies call it a ruler paddle.  This paddle tends to bruise my butt since it's relatively heavy and it concentrates the sting in a narrow band.  Matthew was using it on my butt, practically  right from the start.  I knew I was going to be sore.  After the first few swats I said how much that paddle stung.  Watching the video afterwards, I noticed he started to set the paddle down, but I knew I needed it, and said "that’s okay - keep going".  He eagerly picked the paddle back up and re-applied it to my heinie.  Some rapid fire, hard swats ensued as he clenched his arm firmly around my waist and held on tight.  He gave me 56 swats with that narrow maple paddle.  God did he ever know how to spank!   I was ordered to stand up again and lean against the bed bent at the waist.  He grabbed my legs and spread them, making my cock and balls visible as he proceeded to give me forty three good hard swats with a cherry frat style paddle drilled with holes.   He was swinging that paddle so hard and fast, I could hear the air whistling through it as the swats approached that target - my naked butt. Each swat set my butt cheeks jiggling making him want to spank me even more.  I can only imagine the incredible view he had as the paddle flattened my cheeks on impact,  and made them bounce back into shape for another swat.  I can only imagine how good he felt knowing he was burning my butt, making it redder and hotter with each swat of the paddle.  Giving me the spanking I needed.  Giving me the spanking I deserved.  I'm sure that seeing my butt bounce like that, knowing it had never been spanked before, seeing my it turn red like that, and hearing my grunts and groans made him want to paddle me even more, paddle me harder, paddle me faster.  He continued to rub my bottom with his hand, feeling the heat, feeling the burn.  Once again I felt the edge of that paddle slide between my red hot butt cheeks, right through my crack.  I stuck my butt out to open up my crack for him, making myself feel so vulnerable as he slid that paddle over my boy hole, but I needed to feel the humiliation of being so exposed.  He must have known from personal experience just what that felt like. The feelings were so incredible, as he alternated between rubbing my butt cheeks with his hand, rubbing my crack with the edge of the paddle, fondling my dangling balls and still limp dick and of course spanking me.  This was the first time I was ever touched there by another guy.  The physical contact forced me to think about just how exposed I was and what a sight I must have been standing there bent over, naked with my butt thrust out, just begging for that spanking! Matthew stopped spanking me for a moment.  Just long enough to unbutton his own shirt and slip it off.   I had to get a look since the sight of another guy's abs and pecs turns me on almost as much as looking at his butt.   He went back to hand spanking me in that same position, bent over the bed.   He stopped spanking me again and walked in front of me so I could see him pulling his belt out of the belt loops on his pants.   I got butterflies in my stomach thinking he was going to give me an old fashioned belt licking, just like my dad often threatened to give me when I was a kid, but he put the belt down as he had other ideas in mind.  He slipped down those black dress pants to reveal a pair of light blue bikini briefs.    The briefs fit him nicely, clinging to his own backside, accentuating the firmness of his own youthful posterior.  The thin material stretched deep into his crack, and the pouch in front was filled out nicely.  It was exciting watching him.  I was buck ass naked getting spanked and my spanker was stripping down too.  He walked back over to where I was leaning against the bed and told me to lay on the bed on my back.  I noticed a darker wet spot on the front of his briefs. The boy was leaking precum!   Paddling my ass was really turning him on!  I was worried he wasn't having a good time since I was just laying there not saying much.  I wanted to squirm and howl, but I didn't want to fake it.  I wanted my responses to be real, and I knew that soon enough he'd be spanking me faster and harder and real reactions would come out.  He looked so hot standing there in his briefs, wet with precum.   He stood there for about a minute letting me size him up, before he slipped down those briefs and took them off, leaving himself bare too.   His backside was small and firm, just the way I like,  and his cock bigger than mine, hanging down with a hefty set of balls beneath it.  I was intrigued, to say the least, as I looked at that perfect specimen of a backside, and thought about his descriptions of how his dad paddled his bare bottom when he misbehaved.     I had never been bare with another guy where I was able to openly stare at his nakedness.  The only time I’d been naked with another guy was in a locker room situation where a quick glance was all that was acceptable.  I was really enjoying the view in front of me.  I would have liked to see it spanked red, but it wasn’t his bottom that was getting spanked.  It was mine.  I didn't get to stare too long as he got up on the bed next to me, facing my feet and swung one leg over my torso.  This was awesome! I was staring right at that sweet butt of his!   I had told him in my emails, that one time when I was in college, a friend of mine who still got spanked by his dad, was changing to go swimming with me.  This guy had the most spankable little butt I ever saw, and when he bent over to slip on his swimsuit, his butt crack must have spread open and I caught a whiff of his ripe little heinie!  When I got home that night, I took a kleenex and wiped my own butt crack with it so I could sniff it while I jerked off imagining that sweet butt of his getting spanked.  I thought about how the aroma of his crack might fill the air as he was over his dad's knees, with his legs spread wide and a paddle fanning his musky little butt hole.  Ever since that day, I would sniff my own dirty briefs or something I wiped through my own butt crack as I jerked off thinking about spankings I've witnessed.  God how I loved the smell of butt crack!  That sweet aroma always made me think of naked butts, and naked butts always made me think about spanking.  A few times when I was camping with this guy, I'd wait until he left the tent to shower, and I'd find his dirty briefs or boxers.  They always smelled so incredible, so ripe and musky.  I'd jerk off humping my pillows imagining him coming back into the tent, catching me naked, playing with myself, sniffing his dirty undies and then punish me with a good hard spanking.  He knew I never got spanked before, and often made comments about how he’d like to whip my ass. He'd say things like "Keep it up mister, and you're gonna get it", or "Just wait until we get home", or "Don't make me beat your ass in front of all these people". He really wanted to spank me so bad!    These must have been things his own dad had said to him before.  I'd think about him saying this stuff to me as I laid naked in the tent, masturbating with the scent of his butt crack filling my senses. I told Matthew how I fantasized about being punished for rummaging through my friend’s dirty laundry and sniffing their ripe briefs and boxers. I told him an appropriate punishment would be to have him straddle my torso, pull my legs up into the diaper position and have him rub his bare naked butt crack up and down my nose, telling me that since I like the smell of butt crack so much, he's going to make me sniff his while he spanks me.   I couldn’t believe he was actually acting out this fantasy.   I felt like I was in heaven!  I got a glimpse of his cock and balls hanging down before I felt them on my stomach and chest as he slid that awesome backside of his closer to my face.  I was loving every second of this.  I noticed his ball sac again as he got closer to me but most of all I noticed his ass crack was spread wide open and I had a clear view of his sweet pucker!  His butt was relatively smooth but he had a light coating of man hair in his crack.  I saw the wrinkles of his rosebud as he pressed it up against my nose and he ground it into my face!   God, that boy's ass smelled good! My first real sniff of another guy's butt crack and it was just like I always imagined it would be.  Not a dirty shitty smell but just the ripe, sweaty,  musky smell of pure athletic male backside.  It's hard to describe, but anyone else turned on by that aroma would know exactly what I'm talking about, and his butt crack was a prime specimen!  He picked up my legs and hooked them under his arms just like I described in my email, so my own crack and hole were completely exposed too!  He picked up the small oak paddle drilled with 5/8" holes and started to paddle my ass as he ground his ripe juicy crack up and down my face, rubbing his butt juice all over me, marking me with the scent of his ass!  As he swatted my bad boy ass, he rubbed the paddle around my cheeks and ran his hand up and down my crack over my hole.  I felt my own dick start to harden as Matthew’s musky hole was grinding up and down my nose and I was eagerly sniffing it, savoring the sweet aroma.  I couldn’t help but think about the view he had of my butt, upended, spanked bright red and offered to him, to touch and spank however he wanted.       Then he said it would be a good time to take out that butt plug that I brought with!  I had never had another guy insert a butt plug or anything else up my ass but I wanted to experience as much humiliation as possible.   Hell, another guy had never even seen my butt hole before!  He kept rubbing my crack and hole with his hand as his own pelvis rocked back and forth over my face.  He hand spanked me as he humped my face with his boy hole.  He slapped my ass and said it was time for my hole to get plugged up.  When he got off of me his own dick was rock hard and sticking straight out!  He loved sticking his ass in my face as much as I loved having it there!  He returned to the bed with my butt plug and a tube of KY jelly. I submissively pulled my legs overhead to offer my most private place, my hole, for him to plug.  He lubed up my hole and then the plug, and it didn't take long for my sphincter to suck the plug up and clamp down tight on it. He straddled my chest again with his sweet bare ass in my face so I could savor more of his ass scent as he spanked me some more with that short oak paddle.   He then got off of me and stood along side of me pulling my legs back closer to my face. putting me in the traditional diaper changing position,  upending my butt even more so he could paddle me another 20 times even harder. Before long I was back over Matthew's knees for 85 more swats with my homemade oak frat paddle drilled with holes.   This time he was naked too!   My limp dick tried to get hard a couple of times, barely long enough for him to notice it, but it didn't stay that way for long with the pain from the paddling.  My dick was pressing right up against his bare leg, and he teased me for a while wiggling and twisting the butt plug and fondling my cock and balls.  Then he grabbed the walnut frat paddle drilled with large holes and he paddled my butt some more, and fondled me as he wished.  I let go of my inhibitions and slowly humped his lap sticking my backside up, offering it to him to spank even more, my crack opening up as I stuck my butt up in the air for him to paddle. I knew I needed a good hard spanking and I wanted him to spank me with that paddle.   He grabbed me tight around the waist again and paddled my ass with hard rapid fire swats until I was gasping for air.  It was really hot watching the video afterwards, hearing the paddle echo off my bare bottom with a resounding smack, and watching my butt cheeks giggle as the paddle impacted. He grabbed me tight one more time, squeezing my backside so it stuck up even more and gave me a fast and furious volley of swats with the frat paddle.   I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my stomach letting me know he thoroughly enjoyed paddling my naked boy butt!  Every time he lit into my bare ass with a hard fast volley of paddle swats, his own dick was sticking straight out hard as a rock.  I was really glad that taking the paddle to my ass excited him so much. Still over his knees he picked up the Jokari paddle, a real butt burner,  and gave me another 75 swats.   Some were slow steady swats and others were fast and furious swats.  I  asked him how my butt was and he eagerly replied "nice and hot!"   Then I was ordered to kneel on the bed with my naked butt in the air, my knees spread wide and my face down on the blanket for another 20 swats with a real fraternity souvenir paddle followed by more hand spanks. He enjoyed twisting and wiggling my butt plug and stroking my limp dick trying to make it hard.   I guess I got a little hard, but not nearly as hard as I would have liked to have been. I was definitely enjoying my spanking, even though my ass was red hot and really sore.  I don't know why my dick stayed limp cause whenever I spank myself it's throbbing hard.  I guess it was just the fact that this was a first time experience and I didn't know what to expect.  No, it was because I was still scared shitless!  I still kept wondering if I would be able to take the spanking Matthew wanted to give me! Plus I was still on edge meeting someone for a spanking for the first time, but I couldn't ask for a better spanker!  He was patient and understanding and I think he really liked having me naked and at his mercy! Still kneeling on the bed, I got another 42 hard fast swats with the holey walnut frat paddle.  He stroked his own hard cock as he spanked me and rubbed my hanging ball sack with the paddle.    These swats were so hard, I could hear the air whistle through the holes in the paddle each time he swung it.  Each hard swat flattened my butt cheeks and made them giggle again as they bounced back into shape.  I was gasping and grunting out in pain as he increased the speed and intensity of the paddling. Once again those rapid fire swats that made me grunt and groan, made my disciplinarian's own dick stand at attention again.  He stroked his own boner as he rubbed my butt cheeks feeling the fire he burned into my boy bottom. Next I was ordered to assume the position with my legs spread wide and my hands on my knees while a paddleball paddle I recently found was used to spank my butt.  The butt plug was still up my ass and he sometimes paddled me right on the plug. He reached around my waist and pulled me up tight to himself, grabbing my cock from the front, and I could feel the firm tone of his own naked body up against me.  I was still bent over with my hands on my knees and I wasn't going anywhere!  He leaned into me whacking my deserving red hot butt with the hardest and fastest set of paddle swats yet.  I was grunting out "oh's and aw's" as he whacked my ass ruthlessly with the big paddle an additional 45 times He noticed some abrasions on my butt that were starting to draw blood so he stopped the spanking.  It wasn't anything serious just abrasions from the hole drilled paddles giving my deserving ass the punishment it needed.  I wanted to be spanked more, but knew it was better if I waited until another time. That spanking occurred on a Thursday and my butt was burning Sunday afternoon. Every time I sat down or leaned my butt against something I was reminded what happens to naughty boys.  They get their butts spanked and spanked hard.  I thought for sure, that I would have black and blue marks all over my butt but Matthew was an expert paddler, and knew exactly how to spank a boy's butt.  I was just really sore for 4 days, but there was no bruising or serious damage. After the spanking we both jerked off.  That was the first time I jerked off in front of anyone and also the first time I saw someone else jerk off in person..  Ever since grade school, I jerked off by humping pillows while envisioning the paddlings I'd witnessed that day in school and thinking about someone spanking me like that. So here I was about to jerk off like that in front of the younger guy that just gave me my first real ass paddling.  It was so embarrassing, but I shamelessly grabbed my clothes, wadded them up into a ball and humped them for all I was worth. He stood over me stroking his own hard cock, while he watched my cherry red butt, that he just spanked that way,  hump up and down.  It was so humiliating having him watch my red ass thrust up and down in a feverish rhythm with that plug still up my hole.  I only wish his sweet boy crack was right there in front of my face so I could sniff it some more as I masturbated.  I did scrunch the area between my lip and nostrils up so I could smell the butt juice he marked my face with while he was paddling me earlier. I'm sure he enjoyed making me sniff his ass as he was definitely boned while he ground his ripe stinky butt hole up and down my nose! This spanking was filled with many first time experiences for me.  It was the first time my butt was spanked for real. It was also the first time anyone put a butt plug up my ass.  The first time I was stripped by someone else and the first time I laid over another man's knees for a spanking. This was the first time someone else saw or touched my butt hole, or ran his fingers through my ass crack.  It was the first time anyone grabbed my cock and stroked it or grabbed my ball sack and it was the first time I got to sniff another guy’s butt crack.   Yes like I said, this was a very memorable day indeed! 

I never played strip poker with my friends but if I did the photo above (not a picture of me) would be how it would end up for me.   I wasn't  a very good poker player, so I would end up buck ass naked and my friends would still have all their clothes on!    Once naked, they would make me continue to play with spankings as the penatly for losing!   The strip poker games I remember being mentioned, the loser got spanked by EACH of the other players each time he lost after all his clothes were gone, until everyone but one guy was naked!   My friends would really enjoy that since they knew I never got spanked at home and I enjoyed watching them get spanked so much.   The smirks on the faces of the guys in the photo would be like the smirks my friends would have, enjoying my naked humiliation! @Shadow posted a GIF photo of a guy playing strip poker with a couple friends.  The guy was pulling off his briefs, and covering his crotch as he did, out of embarrassment.  Probably because he was the first one in the game to be totally naked. Or maybe he had a boner like I would have had!   I'm sure his buddies are soon going to have him stand there with his hands on his head so he's fully exposed in front of them for their enjoyment!    I rarely post photos in my blog that aren't pictures of me and this is another one of them, butI don't have any pictures of myself playing strip poker and it shows what it would be like for me if I played strip poker with my friends.   I would end up naked and they would be fully clothed!   And being naked in front of others gives me a boner which I'm sure they would find very amusing and would make sure I never heard the end of it!   Once I was bare I'm sure they would have other activities planned for my naked ass. I wonder if there's a group of friends just watching that they made him kneel like that with his knees wide apart so his hole and balls are on display?   But humiliation is part of the game!    I was even more shy than the guy in the photo Shadow posted.   That photo reminded me of a time when I was in my late teens I played a game of strip poker with my younger brother and a family friend who was between our ages.   I lost and refused to take off my briefs leaving myself totally naked in front of them, saying I'd do it later.   Just the thought of being exposed naked in front of them gave me a boner and I couldn't face them, having them know I was sexually turned on by being forced to be naked!    So I told them I'd strip in front of them later.  Our parents came home before my boner went away.   They should have ganged up on me, forcibly stripped and spanked me for trying to renege - right then and there.   I'm sure that's what would have happened if it was a group of my friends I played with and I might have even been thrown outside naked too!   Once I was naked, I'm sure the game would have continued until there was only one person left with clothes on, and spankings would have been the penalty for losing if we were naked already.  I really missed out on an opportunity to get some of those early spankings I craved from my friends but that boner of mine just made it too embarrassing!  If I could only go back in time and do things differently! I did play "strip poker" with my friends but at a much younger age.   We would also just get naked together.   I remember them commenting that even at a young age how I always had a boner!   That was before any of us knew what a boner meant so it wasn't a big deal.   We would play strip card games (we didn't know how to play poker at that age) and run down the streets naked and not even think twice about being naked in front of each other.  Then that age came and everyone became self conscious about nudity and all the fun stopped.  Especially me, once I knew having a boner meant I was sexually aroused!  All that naked fun was never brought up again.   I remember one time sleeping over at a friend's house around age 10 or 11, and we were naked in bed together.  We weren't doing anything sexual, we just liked getting naked.   My friend's bully older brother Bobby came in and yanked the covers off him, exposing him naked and laughed at him.   Then he looked at me and asked if I was naked too.   I was terrified because I was.    I lied to him and said I was half naked.   He must have figured out the truth because he laughed and walked away calling us fags.   Bobby was the one the two of us heard get belt whipped by his dad one day when he was 18.  Although we didn't actually see the whipping, it was very satisfying hearing Bobby yelping and begging his dad to stop spanking him  and hearing the belt crack down on his bare ass after having him torment us so much over the years.  Not only that, but Bobby was a preppy kid that wore tight white jeans that his hot little butt filled out just right and that turned me on a lot!  Even back then!  Maybe it's because I knew his little butt got spanked a lot!  I looked through my hard drive and found some old photos of strip poker that turned me on enough to save them. Again, none of these are photos of me.   When I played strip poker there weren't digital cameras!  I noticed one guy still has his briefs on and the other guy doesn't.   Did they get to choose which piece of clothing got taken off or did the winner of the hand choose?   Or did they roll a dice or have some other item of chance make the choice?   Perhaps the guy sitting bare ass likes to show off his dick and ass to his buddies!  My dick would be hard so I would want to wait until the last possible moment!  But my buddies would want my boner exposed as soon as possible!   I notice they aren't sitting at a table to hide their genitals from each other.   If I were playing I'd have a boner and my friends would all be laughing and teasing me about it!   The guy in back is looking at the camera so I wonder in the camera man in playing too or if he's fully clothed and just enjoying the show?   The naked guy is sitting in a way that fully exposes himself!   His choice or his friend's?    I wonder what the stakes are for the naked guy if he loses this hand?   Maybe a spanking!  This photo was titled "Lost Playing Paddle Poker".    I like the way the naked guy is made to sit there with his hands behind his head fully exposing himself.  I'm thinking it's from some real event since everyones faces are blocked out.   I'm not sure what the logo is at the bottom but the photo below has the same logo and It was titled "Strip Poker Losers Forced to Walk Home Naked"   Yeah it looks like two naked college boys were forced to walk home bare after losing at strip poker.   I'm sure their buddies called some people to make sure they were spotted when they got close to the dorms!   Imagine loosing a strip game of chance in a public place and being forced to stay naked the rest of the night!   It looks like they may have been spanked too! I wonder if they'll get their clothes back before they're sent home?  A naked loser could be forced to keep playing with spankings or other consequences at risk for another loss.  Like losing his pubes and ass hair, or having to masturbate in frront of his buddies and eat it! Or anything else they might come up with!   The more clothes they have on the worse it will be for him!   I've always been turned on by games of strip/spank poker or any spanking games of chance.  They would be fun to play even now with a group of firends.   Even if I'm not really a willing participant!   Maybe someone will see my blog and insist that I play!   

One of the things that makes any punishment more effective is making it public by allowing others to witness the offender's comeuppance.  Especially if that punishment is a spanking! It's even more embarrassing for a grown adult to be punished this way!   Yes, if you act like a boy you get treated like a boy - it doesn't matter how old you are!   Yes, It's utterly humiliating for a grown man to be stripped buck ass naked, and bent over another man's knees so his bare bottom can be spanked like a naughty little boy!  The humiliation is driven home, as the witnesses make eye contact with him, seeing the level of pain build as the spanking progresses.  And the "boy" being spanked can see how much the audience is enjoying the show he's putting on.      Not just spanked like a little boy, but my pubes and bottom were shaved right in front of those other men so I would look and feel like a boy too!   And I got lectured like a little kid for everyone to hear!  I felt childish in more ways than one!   Here I am at 57 years old, a grown adult, bent naked over another man's knees for a well deserved punishment spanking in front of eight other men!   I was certainly reduced to the state of a naughty little boy as a lexan paddle lit my bare bottom on fire!.    The other men thoroughly enjoyed hearing the crack of the paddle and my cries of pain!   Oh I tried to remain stoic, but with that lexan paddle being used, in a matter of a few seconds I quickly learned that it was a futile effort!   Before I knew it I was gasping for air and carrying on like a 5 year old.     This was a real punishment spanking for something I did way back in high school and got away without getting any discipline for. That is until this man found out about it and decided to give me the bare bottom spanking my own dad should have given me forty years earlier!   I also managed to escape being paddled in school for it, so he spanked me again, telling me that was the paddling the principal should have given me in school when I returned to class!  This spanking was bare naked and delivered hard and fast, right from the start, for maximum effect.     My face contorting in pain as the paddle made rapid fire contact with my bare naked bottom. Oh what an amusing sight it must have been for those other men watching.   After they heard me confess what I did, I'm sure they all felt that a harsh spanking was exactly what I deserved, and they were looking forward to seeing me get it!  I looked up at them a few times as I got that spanking.  Some of them were in awe that I was being spanked so hard.  Others had a smug smirk of satisfaction on their faces knowing I was getting exactly what I had coming to me!  A long overdue authentic punishment spanking!    My fingers barely touching the ground and my legs kicking as that lexan paddle lights an inferno on my bottom!   After the spanking was over, I realized just how ridiculous I looked, a grown man getting a childish over the knee spanking with everyone watching!  However while I was getting spanked, all I could think about was how much it hurt and I could only hope the spanking was going to end soon, but it felt like it went on for an eternity!         Not only did I get spanked with the paddle that day, but I also got my first taste of a cane!   Before the spanking started my crotch and butt were shaved, to reduce me to the state of a hairless little boy!  I felt completely exposed as I stood to get spanked with the cane.  My bald boy parts were flopping around for amusement of those watching as I did the spank dance as the cane sliced into my already red and sore bottom!    You can see me raising myself up on my toes as the sting of the cane builds.       My well spanked bottom after getting the punishment spanking I deserved since high school.  It was forty years overdue but it was well delivered!   There were a few angry red cane lines when the spanking was finished and I felt it when I sat down for days.  Both the intensity of the spanking and the audience seeing my face of pain and shame made my punishment complete.  I have to admit that I truly got a long overdue punishment!   When I created this post in my original spanking blog, I debated for weeks, whether or not to publish it,  This was the first time I posted naked close up photos of myself with my face so clearly exposed while getting a spanking!  It was exciting being exposed like that online for everyone to see yet it was also frightening that someone from "vanilla life" might see these pictures, recognize me and realize that as an adult, I get my bottom spanked like a naughty little boy!  Perhaps I secretly want that to happen.  I couldn't help but think about the real consequences that might be in store for me if that happened, and the reality of that got me even more excited!   I decided that in my next few posts, I should write details explaining exactly what those "vanilla" friends should do to me if they were to find blog, so nothing would be left to chance!  After all I wouldn't want them to have second thoughts about confronting me  and giving me the humiliating spanking I've been craving!   They should certainly spank me in the most humiliating ways, to make my shame complete!  These next few posts will serve as a "spanking tutorial" so that if someone recognizes me, they will know exactly what to do!  I want them to know exactly what I need and deserve!   I don't want there to be any doubt in their mind they should give me a humiliating public spanking!    Naked and fully exposed for everyone to see!  Face and all!       

Well guys, I have been spanked, it was a long session that brought a few tears with it.  I deserved it though and I am grateful to my Dad Denis, for taking his time to administer the spanking I know was both needed and deserved.    I know all boys have different pain thresholds when they get spanked, and while its true I do get my fair share of spankings, you may besurprised to learn that I get a good ‘warming’ by hand before the actual punishment begins.  Once I am over and in just the right position, hestarts with gentle swats, he uses his hand to slap both cheeks at the same time, over and over.  The slaps get harder as the minutes pass, untilI am yelping a bit and squirming, the reason for the ‘warming’ is to prepare my bare bottom for the punishment he has in mind.   After the ‘warming’ the slaps are much harder, his hand is always straight, never cupped and he always rests his hand after each spank on whatever part of my bottom his hand lands on, for a couple of seconds.  Then the next punishment spank is delivered and the process continues until I am begging him to stop and as all boys do making my promises to be good.   Today though I also got the brush, so after the punishment hand spanking was completed, I was sent to the corner to reflect on my behavior,for five minutes.  As I feared when he released me from corner time he had the little wooden brush in his hand, I felt like a condemned manwalking over to his lap.  It hurts guys, the brush really does sting, I mean even with a hand warming, dang did I feel well punished when hestopped.  And it wasn’t over, dad always begins my spankings by hand and always finishes them by hand, and when he had finally decided Ihad enough I was given post spanking corner time.   I am still being punished, while I completed the pre spanking and post spanking corner time, I am in the  wooden naughty chair for a fewhours.  Its probably not what you think, the chair is used in lieu of lengthy corner time, essentially, I am confined to a tee and socks only andmust take the chair with me, wherever I go.  If I want to watch TV, I have to sit on it, not the comfy sofa, if I want to sit in the backyard, again Ihave to take it with me, and even now at my computer I am sitting on it with a very red and sore bottom.   I am going to post my thoughts as a series, I think it will be interesting to hear views and opinions which I believe may differ greatly and honestly that is just fine, that is as it should be.   Spankings for some, are a learning experience and a defined punishment and for others they simply want to feel the heat and pain.  Whatever the reason for a boys spanking be it punishment, fun or possibly a couple of guys playing and switching roles, I say great!  Nothing wrong withany of it.   Another point gentlemen, is to be careful for what you wish for, and I am serious.  I often hear other guys comment how lucky I am to be in a 24/7 discipline relationship, well trust me its not as simple as you think and not as much fun either.  It is safe to say that couples that do use discipline and spanking in their relationships are not all equal, different standards and reasons for punishment exist. Most importantly while it is a foundation block of their relationships, their entire lives do not revolve around punishment.   That said it is a wonderful relationship and has many advantages and they key is dependability and reliability.  There is very little point in a boy deciding when or when he does not deserve or need a spanking, choosing to either accept or reject his discipline as it suits him, will simply not work.  Once rules have been agreed upon, expectations, goals and acceptable behavior decided upon, its his dad that decides when, why and how punishment happens.  It must be dependable.  Trust me there are way way many times when I have tried to talk my way out of being spanked, and really would rather have been anywhere else in the world, than with my pants and briefs down being scolded by dad.   It never matters, once my bottom has been bared, I know I am going over his knees, no exceptions and regardless of my promises or pleading for leniency.  As far as Dad is concerned, I have been naughty and its time for my punishment, a good spanking over his knees.   Our rules have changed over the years, but essentially, they revolve around well being and health, obedience and manners as well as more defined ones such as chores etc.  In a dad/son relationship obedience is really important, because as a boy you need to be mindful, respectful and accept your dad’s authority.   I also believe the relationship does depend a lot on a boy’s acceptance of being a boy, his nature and personality.  I am good natured, love a joke and fun but I also accept the fact that in someways at least I am immature and submissive to a dad’s authority.  There are many dad’s on this site and quite a few tops that I respect and without mentioning names, if one of them told me to come stand between their legs, I would do so and submissively put my hands on my head.  I wouldn’t just anyone spank me, it’s a sort of radar or ‘boydar’ if you will.  Although Denis my Dad is the one that tends to my discipline on a regular basis, I have been spanked by other dads from time to time with Denis’s full knowledge and approval.   So share your thoughts?

Well guys, as you know the upgrade caused us downtime of several days, something I wanted to avoid.  I could have restored from our backup and got us back on-line much sooner, however we would not have achieved our goal.    This upgrade was 100% necessary and I am happy to say will be the very last one using this script.   Do you notice anything different?   I hope not!  You are not supposed to!   The purpose of the upgrade was simply to get the database and file structure updated while identifying blocks and modules that were no longer compatible and of course removing them.   We did this because we want to move away from this script PHPFOX to SOCIAL ENGINE.  Having everything updated makes it easier for support requests with the new script and the database importer.   The script we use at present was developed and created by an amazing guy called Raymond Benc, he had an awesome team of developers and support personnel.  The script was in high demand and new Apps and modules were being heavily developed by 3rd party vendors.   Raymond was forced to sell the script to a company called Younet a number of years ago.  Now they have their fingers in many pies and their business model is to raise as much money as they can from existing script owners.  They have done this by introducing a new product tier and if you want the updated Apps such as mobile, you need to pay a premium of 300% of your original purchase price to get your product updated.  Not only that you then have to pay on-going annual fees.   Okay, this may have been sustainable and of course had to be considered.  Even if I had gone this route, no one is really developing anything new for PHPFOX, basically it’s really only YOUNET themselves.  In contrast Social Engine has a healthy and vibrant 3rd party community   They just screwed me again, by removing support for our chat bar, so I am forced to use one we bought some time ago, its slower but will do the trick meantime.  They did this because, they have developed their own system, with a price tag of almost 1K – now aren’t they just clever?   Now that this upgrade has been achieved, we can start work on a move to SOCIAL ENGINE.  The best part about this is, that it will be developed alongside our existing script.  This means no downtime until we are ready to go live and even then, it will be minimum.   When we achieve this move, which I will begin working on today, we will have an awesome site that is quick, full of the features we want and fully compatible with mobile devices.  That is where we need to be.   I will be posting more on this later, and if you have any questions, please go ahead and reach out.   James

  Home from Bad Ass Weekend. I’ve been to quite a few events now but they one is hard to top. So many good guys and so many butts to spank.I stopped officially counting when I hit 50 but it I had to guess I gave about 65 full spankings from Wednesday until today and that’s not counting the Hell Week paddling, my bathbrush demo or any of the random spankings I bent boys over when I was out and about. With all that I’d probably guess I was close to 100 this year. Lots of guys were repeats over the course of the weekend. It’s fun watching their butts go from white on Wednesday to black and blue by Sunday afternoon.I also got spanked over the knee twice by a nice special daddy bear (TNMike) and spent a lot of time taking the strap from an absolute master (Hhoncho) who I’ve heard about and admired for many, many years. Amazing time.I’ve got 17 or 18 videos up on my spankingtube from the event so please enjoy. My name there is Bearspanks https://www.spankingtube.com/user/bearspanks/videos  

I spent the weekend with my daddy in Charlotte North Carolina. It was just as amazing as I hoped it would be and I'm still reeling a bit from just how great it was.  We shared a hotel room at the same hotel many of our friends were staying at this weekend to attend a specific spanking party. I arrived Friday around 2:30pm and he picked me up and we grabbed some food. From there we checked into the hotel and the spankings began. First five with the frat paddle on my jeans and then I took a shower. After that I was giving a good hand spanking and then a hard short bathbrush spanking which brought me to tears.   Over the course of the weekend I'd be spanked, paddled and strapped many more times. Each one was expertly done by my daddy and quite a few of those spankings would bring me to tears from the emotions I felt just bursting out. I'd get a strapping at the party in front of everyone as well as 500+ licks from the belt when we got back to the hotel. The final day I got multiple spankings including two bathbrush spankings that brought me to tears. I have a special relationship with that brush and dad knows exactly what is going to happen when he applies it on my bare bottom. He's the only person I trust to do it.   It was a very emotional weekend filled with spanking and cuddling and lots of tears. I wouldn't trade it for the world and I love my daddy bear with all my heart even though he's the meanest daddy in the entire world.   Thank you for being my daddy and making me feel loved, safe and cared for.     

Being spanked over the corner of the bed is both erotic and humiliating.  The friction of the corner of the mattress against my dick is arousing and at the same time the position spreads my legs to make it humiliating.   My dick and balls can be safely tucked underneath me to shield them from the lash of the belt, or they can be pulled back between my legs for maximum exposure when using a more controlled implement like a paddle of short strap.  Either way, I know my naked bottom is presented in a way that makes me appear to be begging for a spanking, and that's exactly what I'm going to get!   A low down point of view showing my "boy parts" and hole!   This position provides access from both sides to make sure my bottom gets well spanked and I feel the tip of the belt or strap on each butt cheek.   The corner of the bed makes sure my dick and balls stay back well presented.     A wide leather belt always turns me on!     After being spanked OTK, I can't deny that being positioned naked and fully exposed over the corner of the bed with straps and paddle waiting to be put to use, turns me on in an incredible way!        The corner of the bed presents an inviting target that's just begging for a spanking.   Another advantage to this position is that it provides easy access to the tender sit spots so they can be thoroughly spanked as well.     The corner of the bed spreads my legs wide apart and exposes my "boy parts" for maximum exposure and humiliation.   Perhaps my own belt will taken out of my jeans and be used to spank me with too. 

So I like realistic dad / son spankings. The whole idea of spanking for me is to correct bad behaviour, so roleplay and creativity is really important for me. As is a strong dominant daddy who knows how to control and discipline his errant son. Here's a wee story I came up with that would make an interesting scenario. -------- I stood there at my parents front door, with a guilty conscious, knowing I had messed up. I’m 19 now and that went to live in university halls almost a year ago, and I haven’t visited my parents since. When I’m not hungover I try to send a text or 2 to check in, but never visit or call. I had made plans on several occasions to visit but always came up with excuses to cancel. Either I had something to study for last minute, or I was too hungover from the night before. If procrastination or drinking was a subject I would get distinctions! But when it came to important matters like studying, homework and family, i am severely lacking. Even before I chapped the door to my old family home I could tell my loving mother would be upset and my father… angry. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* The door opened and stood there was my dad. “Hello son, long time no see. I think we have some matters to discuss don’t we?” “Hey dad, I suppose.” I shuffled through the door, head hung and dropped all of my bags in the hall. Dad gave me a long embracing hug and led me by the shoulder to the living room. “It’s good to see you! Mums just went out with some her girlfriends for lunch, while we have a chat. What have you been doing for the past year, where have you been, why haven’t you visited or called?” “I dunno, i’ve been really busy with uni and all that, it’s hard to keep up. I do feel guilty for not visiting though. “Good you should feel guilty. Your mother is very upset with you, how do you think she feels? She raised you for 20 odd years, and you leave and hardly contact us for a year like we are nothing to you.” “I know, i know i’m sorry dad, i’ll make it up to her okay?” “Yes you will, and i’ll make the past years worth of ill-discipline up you as well. Go fetch the spanking chair, you are getting the spanking of your life son.” “What are you talking about dad, i’m in university now, you can’t spank me like you used to. I’m to old for that banned word now.” “Don’t test my patience boy, the spanking chair is in the same place it always is, go and bring it to me NOW, or this will get a hell of a lot worse than it needs to be.” “No i’m not letting you spank me, come on dad this has to be a joke. Lets just grab a beer and watch the football?” “Okay boy, i’m going to make this VERY clear to you. Either you bring me the spanking chair and do as your told NOW or i’ll stop paying for your uni fees. It’s your choice.” “Dad you can’t….” “Yes I can, I work hard to pay for your university education and we get nothing in return. So either you do as your told or that’s it!” “Well I don’t really have a choice do I?” “Good boy” Reluctantly I left the room to fetch the spanking chair. I return and hand it to dad who places it in the middle of the living room. “Come here boy.” Dad pulls me to stand directly in front of him. As with all his spankings when I was younger it starts on my underwear. I know to put my hands on my head and don’t need to be told as dad struggles with my belt and zipper, and pulls down my skinny jeans to my ankles. Still with my hands on my head, he lectures me some more., I can’t help but to think “can we hurry up and just get this over with”, but would never say it out loud. Finally after the verbal embarrassment and scolding was over, he took me over his knees. *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* *spank* My dad is smaller than me in height but he has a powerful right hand, and I completely forgot how much a spanking actually hurts. It’s pretty humiliating being over dads knees at this age, but I kept telling myself it was better than losing my university money. Dad continued to spank over my boxers until he pulled them up into a wedgie and started spanking my bare cheeks. Usually dad would do this to check how red by butt was getting before he pulled my boxers down for good. I knew it was coming, but it was always unexpected. There is something about being over the knee bare bottomed that is… humbling. Dad finally stopped as I felt him reach for the waistband of my boxers and pulled them to my ankles. I tried with my arm to keep them on and pleaded with him not to spank me on my bare butt, but to no avail. Dad overpowered me and down they came. I was over his knee being spanked on my bare butt like I was a kid again. I completely forgot how humiliating it is. There is little, to no privacy and dad has complete control over what happens next. Dads big hand keeps pounding down on my ass. I start to struggle but with my jeans and boxers by my ankles I don’t have much ability to move. He scolds me, talks to me, guides me throughout the spanking, but never once shouts. His voice is commanding but he knows not to spank in anger. He's scolding me to teach me a lesson, he's spanking me to reinforce the message, and is humiliating me to make sure i never do it again. It's a triple threat that make sures i'm properly disciplined and punished. Finally after what seems like an eternity dad tells me to stand up. I immediately try to cover my privates but i’m told to put my hands on my head. Slowly i abide. Dads sitting so i’m aware that my privates are pretty much at his eye level. The sense of shame is overwhelming, i'm too old for this, or at least i should be too old for it. Dad starts lecturing me again, which makes it worse. I’m listening but i’m overcome by so many other emotions that it’s difficult to take in. Dad asks me questions and I try to answer the best I can. He tells me to look at him when i'm being talked to but i'm so embarassed i'm looking at my feet a lot. Every time i look at my feet, dad takes a hold of my wrist and gives a short quick spank to my butt and i'm reminded to look at him. It's so embarassing. Dad then tells me to strip, and i know now, not to argue back. I get on with it taking off my boxers, jeans and t-shirt, thoughtlessly flinging them on the floor. Dad is not impressed. He gives me a couple of swats, says he taught me better and to fold my clothes in a neat pile. There is something about being told to do this that just amplifies the fact that i’m no longer the 20 something year old man and that he is the one that is in control. I fold my clothes and go back over to stand in front of him, hands on head. I have lost pretty much all my dignity now standing there naked apart from my socks in front of my dad. What i didn't know was that the spanking had only just begun. Dad took me back over his knee and started with his hand again. He made sure that not even an inch of my bottom and top legs was missed with his hand. Now that my legs were unrestricted by my jeans he often told me to spread them wide so we could spank every inch! He spanked hard, his hand like a leather strap, and my legs flailing around like a bucking horse. But there was no denying who was in control. Dad had me held in position well. Sometimes he would move his spare leg over mine to stop me kicking. He would remind me to stay still, take my hand to prevent me from covering my ass. Every so often he would stop to question me some more, ensure i was learning my lesson and rub my butt cheeks to feel the warmth. Again it was embarassing for dad to do this, but I much preferred it to the pain of the spanking. Finally he stopped and told me to take the slipper off his foot and pass him it. I was still over the knee at this point and so reached over to take it off. It’s so humiliating to concede and have to give dad an implement to spank you with. *SPANK* *SPANK* *SPANK* the slipper came down with a more a sting to it than dads hand. It hurt! I could almost feel my butt radiate warmth and red glow. Dad would change the speed of his spanking regularly, it wasn’t a relentless spanking, dad didn’t like to rush things. He took his time and liked perfection, he was going to ensure I learnt my lesson. Sometimes he would spank fast, I would struggle, squirm and plead. Sometimes it was hard and at a steady speed. Sometimes he put the slipper on my ass as if he was about to spank me then not, so i didn’t clench my butt. You see dad had a lot of experience at disciplining me when I was younger and he knew how to press a boys buttons. Having been thoroughly spanked and promising i’d be a better son, dad took me off his knee and placed me in the corner. I stood their hands on head, feet wide apart. “We’re nowhere near done yet” Dad said, as I heard the bath being but on. I stood there nose against the wall thinking what was coming next. Occasionally dad would come up behind me, rub my ass, comment on how red it was and even give me a couple of swats. Dad knew how to physically discipline me, but he also knew how to emotionally discipline me too. His scolding, lecturing and questioning, really made me feel like a naughty little boy that had done wrong. Dad used various corner time techniques with me growing up. Sometimes i'd be on my knees, sometimes i'd have to hold a coin up against with wall with my nose, othertimes it wasn't cornertime and instead I had to write lines! Finally dad took me by the ear into the bathroom, told me to take off my socks and get in the bath. I done as I was told, i wasn’t going to argue with dad when he was in a mood like this. He mentioned that he was going to ensure I was presentable for mum and that I looked the part. Once in the bath he told me to get into various positions as he washed me clean. He also took the razor and shaved off my pubes and ass hair. I tried to plead that the guys would make fun of me in the locker room, but my pleads fell on death ears. Dad knew that by shaving me he was exerting even more control over me and made me feel and look like a helpless little boy. I'm just glad he didn't give me an enema or washed my mouth out with soap. Dad was known to do this when i was younger too. Getting out the bath, dad again made sure I was dry. I wasn’t allowed to do anything. I was embarrassed, humiliated, but not quite broken and dad knew it but he had a trick up his sleeve. Having dried me again he took me by the ear back to the living room and over his knee naked. But this time he also brought with him the bath brush from the bath and DAMN wa it painful. *WHACK WHACK WHACK* For some reason my freshly shaved and bathed butt was on fire with every swat. Dad didn’t let up, he kept swinging and it kept hitting. I squirmed, wriggled, tried to get away. Kicked, yelled, pleased, threw my arm back, but nothing could stop dad. He was on a mission to make me learn my lesson and I was going to learn it. He kept spanking and kept lecturing me. It was too much too take and I was a really sorry, and naughty boy. Finally the bath brushing ended. Dad picked me up and this time led me to the bedroom. Putting me in the middle of the bed he placed 4 pillows under my butt that elevated it up off the bed. And then I could hear his belt being undone. I had already had enough but this time it was serious. Dad took the belt and fired away. Whack Whack Whack Whack. The belt felt so heavy but it stung like nothing else. He then asked me to count and thank him and ask him for another. “1 thank you daddy, please may i have another”. I heard myself say through sobs, crying and grimacing. Dad had won, and I had learnt my lesson. WHACK down came the 20th spank with the belt and it was over. Dad took me by the ear again and sat me down at a computer desk on a hard wooden chair. He told me to write an apology note to him alongside a list of rules that I will abide by while i'm staying with him for the rest of the week. I done I was told and called dad when i was done. He read it, made suggestions on rules, and changes we could make to it. Dad made me share it to a website called southspanking for all to read for some reason, and also printed it off. He told me to stand up, turned the chair around, sat on it himself. He put the print out on the floor, and took me over the knee again with the print out now facing me on the floor. He told me to read it the note out. After every one of the rules dad gave me a hard spank with the hairbrush. Then once i'd finished reading them all, he gave me one last final flurry of spanks. My legs kicked, i cried and i was a very sorry naughty little boy. Finally it was over,  Dad rubbed soothing cream into my butt. It felt good, once done dad finally took me to my room and put me in some presentable clothes for mother returning home. I will never take so long to visit my parents again that’s for sure. I'm now a shaved, clean, spanked, humiliated, embarassed, disciplined, well-behaved but very sore naughty little boy!

Guys, It has taken me a few days to make this post, mainly because I am still actually working on the site. What we have successfully completed is to fix our server faults and to upgrade to the latest version of our current script with a fresh database. We are not finished and we will be upgrading to social engine. I would like to explain a little about performance.  In the coming days / weeks, I will be focusing on it, so that we get to a point where speed and performance is acceptable, that is as far as it goes.  After that I will be working on the social engine migration. Site performance is determined by a number of factors, these include the hardware, operation system, web server, database driver, cache manager and of course at the application level.  In order to get these perfect, would require some intervention from a seasoned professional, as there are literally hundreds of variables involved.  In our case we have Centos 8 - LiteSpeed WebServer - MariaDB - PHP 7.4 -  Redis - Phpfox (as you can see a lot of possible variables) I can do a lot of it but by no means all of it.  One of the things that really helps with a sites speed and performance is a cache plugin and there are a number of these available for Social Engine and WordPress, however nothing for our script, PhpFox. The Social Engine migration will run along side our current script, and no down time will be required until we are fully tested and ready to move.  That is an important feat, and largely due to what we have achieved recently. When we get that move over to Social Engine, I promise you – performance issues will be a thing of the past and mobile and tablet versions of the site will run exceptionally well.  If we want to attract new members and especially younger ones, we need it all to work. I appreciate your patience, and I know I have not delved into a whole lot in this post, but I am hoping to give you some insight on the direction I am moving.  All I can do is ask for your continued support, understanding and patience.    James