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The Dad Conference Chapter One   It is often said that truth is or can be stranger than fiction, somethings or events, can be far more shall we say 'unbelievable' than we can possibly imagine.  Life is remarkable, we make connections, friendships and relationships that truly are exciting and wonderful. Fiction too, is also remarkable, it is a bit like a bubble that is outside of reality.  Within that bubble however, lives creativity, it is a place to wish, express feelings and desires. Well, enough of my wanderings on reality and fiction, and let us get down to the 'nitty gritty', as it were. How many readers would actually believe that there exists a group of men, that meet on a bi-annual basis whom firmly believe in discipline, structure and guidance for young men? Would you believe that these men are Dad's to their adult partners? That these Dad's proactively discuss discipline techniques and punishments, with a specific focus on long and hard bare bottomed spankings? Perhaps you may find, the fact strange, that some of these Dads are new, seeking guidance, help and even a mentor from older more experienced Dads? You are of course within your right to disbelieve such a group could never exist, and indeed if they did exist, an invitation would most certainly be required in order to attend, (at the very least). You could hardly hold such a conference, at a public venue, such as in a hotel, now could you? There would of course be a facilitator, or organizer (head dad), that structures the conference and decides from a plethora of topics to be included in the conference.  Typically, the conferences begin on a Friday morning, ending early afternoon on Sundays. If such a conference did take place, I would suspect it would have a structure similar to below, let’s call it Day one: 0900 - 1000   Meet and Greet. 1000 - 1100   Selecting the right spanking chair. 1200 - 1300   How to give an over the lap spanking. 1300 - 1400    Lunch. 1400 - 1500    Dads word is final, making your boy understand. 1500 - 1600    Hand spanking him over your lap, rapid fire or slow and deliberate. 1600 - 1700    Corner time, for how long and should he be naked or allowed some modesty. I bet a lot of boys, would just love to be a fly on the wall during these discussions, well if you are one of those boys, I'll share a little of what was actually discussed (allegedly, of course). The meet and greet is just that, there are some new Dads in attendance, so a lot of introducing and small talk takes place.  Naturally the new Dads are a little nervous and excited, but become more confident and at ease in a very short space of time.  They are welcomed and reassured by the more experienced Dads.  There are of course ample snacks available as well as hot and cold beverages. The first topic up for discussion is as we know is 'selecting the right spanking chair' You would think this is a simple subject and would not take up much time, yet it turns out to be a hot topic.  The head dad explains, that the right chair should elevate and present a boy’s bottom perfectly for spanking, regardless of the position.  There is a brief discussion about using a chair for the naughty boy to sit in pre-spanking for a lecture or scolding. The new dads are surprised to learn that the more experienced Dads actually have more than one spanking chair.  Dad Denis explains: 'Your first chair Dads, is the one you will sit in, to put your son right over your lap.  I would suggest starting off with a modern chair, you can get a cheap one from most big box retailers.  Once you have it, put your boy over your lap, get a sense of how it feels, and the most important feature is that his toes must at least be off the ground a little bit.  I personally prefer my Sons legs to be able to kick freely in the air, just like a naughty boy should.  Shift him further over your lap. and check for access and presentation, ideally you want to be able to tan his sit spots for him and have a very clear view of where you are educating him.  Do remember that presentation, really does matter, for sure you are spanking him for his own good, but you as his Dad have a right to enjoy his spanking and there is nothing wrong with that.  I personally love the feeling of my son’s bare bottom, as I caress and spank his cute little buns.  Take your time and enjoy tanning his bottom, feel the heat radiate through your hand and admire the view as his fanny turns from pink to red.  Take your time and make sure every inch of his bare bottom, including sit spots are well attended to.  If you are going to spank, make it count and make it meaningful.’ Some of the new Dads were actually taking notes, and nodding their heads in agreement. Dad Denis continued: 'If the chair does not work out, for example it’s not high enough to get your boys feet kicking, then simply return it and get one with a higher seat.  Repeat the same procedure, back over your lap he goes, makes sure his legs are up and able to kick and of course presentation and access is suitable.  It’s an ideal way of experimenting with how far you want your son over your lap for his spankings.  It is important of course that you are comfortable and so is your boy, after all he may be across your lap for some time, depending on how naughty he has been' Dad Denis chuckled and smiled before continuing: 'Now that you have your chair, take its measurement, from the floor to the seat, and be accurate.  Your first spanking chair, will do its job and get your son accustomed to bare bottomed over the knee spanking, traditional style!  Soon though you will want that more symbolic and sturdier wooden straight-backed chair, do not be in a rush, take your time.  Visit thrift stores or/and antique stores and take your measuring tape with you.  When you find the perfect chair, you will know, buy it on the spot and ask the store to keep it until you collect it.  As soon as possible, and as soon as your boy has been naughty, take him with you to collect it.  He is going to know exactly why you bought it, without any need for an explanation.  Have him place it its new home and christen his new spanking chair immediately.  Take your time with this first spanking in his new chair, and administer a sound and very thorough spanking.' There was a round of chuckles and some whispers as the Dads listened avidly.  Dad Denis waited a few moments before he said: 'Now I know, a lot of you Dads will want to comfort your son, before sending him to the corner to think, however at least on this first occasion, consider having him sit in his very own spanking chair.  Have him sit there bare bottomed, tee and socks only on his very red and sore behind.  Next give him a lecture on what caused him to be spanked, and how he can avoid it in the future.  When you have finished, then send him to the corner for thinking time' 'In my house my sons spanking chair features very prominently in his young life.  He is given a pre spanking lecture while sitting in his chair, briefs socks and tee only before I take him by the ear to put him over my lap, (leading boys to your lap, including by his ear is a scheduled topic for tomorrow), after he has been spanked, a post lecture and conversation takes place with his bare buns firmly seated on the nice hard wood.  It’s actually quite amusing to see him squirm and move his bottom around on his spanking chair, as I lecture him.  Then its corner time, nose to the wall.  Please remember Dads after punishment comes soothing and forgiveness, the slate is wiped clean.  Take your time, dry his eyes and praise him for taking his spanking so well, there is no time limit, take as long as is needed' ‘You can be very creative with the spanking chair, for example have him sit on it bare bottomed, and brush his own hair with the very hairbrush you are going to spank him with.  Or perhaps have him bend over the back of the chair for some waiting time, his eyes fixed on the paddle laying on the seat he knows will shortly be paddling his own bare buns.  Better still how about having his name stenciled on the back in large letters?  Or have him kneel down and lay over the seat, then place paddle or brush on his back, that one I promise will really get him going, bringing forth the inevitable sniffles naughty boys make when faced with the inevitable.  There are endless opportunities men, and a little humiliation will do your son no harm at all, I suspect you will find the opposite, it will heighten his anxiety as it should, ensuring his punishment is much more memorable.’ 'Does anyone have any questions?' I shall not bore you with the questions, they were mainly around the type of wood chairs are made of, and a few about having a boy bent over the spanking chair before punishment for thinking time. 'Okay Dads, I am now going to have over to Dad Freddy, whom will be discussing how to give your sons an over the lap spanking, thanks for letting me talk with you today' There was a hearty round of applause for Dad Denis, as Dad Freddy stood up to begin his presentation. ‘Thank you, Dad Denis, alright Dad’s I am going to discuss how to give an over the lap spanking, and please do feel free to contribute or ask any questions you might have. The first thing you want to do, is get him over both your thighs, that in reality is what an over the lap (some times called over the knee) spanking is.  Your boy’s lower tummy should be in contact with your thighs.  This is very important as it will elevate and lift his cute bottom for your attention, in all its round, bare and plump glory.  Your son will feel his vulnerability, as well as reach an emotional peak, he will have sensations of humility and intimacy and you have not even started his spanking yet.  Remember you are in no rush, take it easy and slow and let your boy get accustomed to his position and forthcoming spanking.  You can build up the atmosphere even more, by simply rubbing and pinching his cheeks, the odd pat here, or finger running down his crack. You are in charge, and you can and should build on his emotions.  The over the lap position is unique, it is bonding and nurturing and should be included in all discipline sessions.’ ‘When your son is over your lap, it does allow him to be firmly held, this closeness cannot be underestimated, while in practice it makes spanking him easier, it also provides a sense of security for him.  In addition, it gives access to the back of his thighs, should additional encouragement be required to get tears flowing.  Also note that with his hips bent, and thighs spread it is difficult for him to tighten his little bare fanny, ultimately this means lighter spanks may be employed and therefore punishment may be extended if need be.’ ‘Another important point is that when he is over your lap, you can easily monitor the coloring of his bottom.  You will see it go from different shades of pink to red, this is especially useful if a harder spanking than normal is necessary as you can move to a different part of his bottom once the required shade of red has been achieved.  Simply even out the redness all over his fanny, and you should avoid any bruising.’ Dad Freddy looked at his audience raised an eyebrow and asked ‘Does anyone have any questions so far?’ One of the younger Dads asked ‘What about erections?’ ‘Excellent question’ Dad Freddy said. “There a re a couple of things we need to discuss.  When your son is first put over your lap. His penis will be quite active, especially if it is pressing into your thigh, where shall we say it has space to grow?  Not every boy will react the same way.’ A few chuckles sounded throughout the room. ‘Remember guys, spanking has a massive erotic component and dealing with erections is going to depend on your relationship and probably the punishment as well.  While he is being spanked, the friction he feels will most definitely cause heightened excitement.  If It is pure punishment, I would simply ignore it, because soon enough he will have other things on his mind, and by that, I mean a very hot and sore bottom.  As soon as he really starts to feel his spanking, you will find in most cases, Mr. Penis sure quietens down fast.  There will be times though, that your son gets very excited and ultimately cannot control the outcome (forgive the pun).  In these situations, or where your boy always gets so excited, you may wish to make sure you are wearing old jeans or pants or place a towel over your own lap.’ ‘Once his excitement has been satisfied, let him lay there for a couple of minutes until he has composed himself, pat that nice bare bottom a few times and then tan him but good.  You will now find his reactions are more with what you had in mind, a boy being well punished and one that is really feeling his much needed and well deserved spanking.  Ignore his pleas and really get down to the spanking, get those tears rolling and ultimately do not stop when they do.  He is being punished, not played with’ ‘Any other questions?’ asked Dad Freddy When no one said anything, the Dads all broke for lunch.  Most of them went in pairs or small groups to nearby café’s and restaurants where they continued building friendships with one another. After lunch they were introduced to Dad Benny, he was an older, smaller Dad, full beard with twinkling eyes and a mischievous grin.  You could tell that in his younger years Dad Benny had almost certainly been over a few laps himself and probably quite deservedly so. His presentation was on ‘Dads word is final, making your boy understand’ ‘Right guys, all those blogs you have read discussing, domestic discipline, put them right out of your mind.  Your son is unique.   You need to build on his goals and aspirations and please remember, your relationship always comes first’ ‘As head of the household and you do have the final say, when it comes to domestic issues.  Do not think for a second that gives you carte blanche within your relationship, it most certainly does not.  Like any couple, important decisions will always be discussed and agreed upon between you both, but you as dad, do have the final say in matters of domestic harmony, and that includes discipline’   To Be Contimued

Anyone can copy this text and post it places as long as it is for non-commercial use and an acknowledgement to the site and author is included.  James.   It is very true that reality is stranger than fiction and more so of fantasy.   It is also true that my Dad has his hand, hairbrush and paddle and I have a bottom to be bared.   And of course, spanking and corner time are not mutually exclusive.       A BOYS BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND CHAPTER 1   Sitting on the hard-wooden chair, in nothing but my tee and socks, my partner and Dad began to explain things to me.  He was smiling, a twinkle in his eye but at the same time I could tell he was also very serious.   ‘The point of punishment James, is to correct you and there is no question about that.  Changes need to be made in how you have done things in the past although controlling your behavior for your future will be much more natural and easier to make effective. It is true that my hand will definitely be the mainstay of punishment when you break any rules or miss your goals.  If needed we will use the hairbrush’   ‘Its intent is, of course, to reach you quickly and get your legs flailing and your yells coming out immediately, but when Dad's done giving it to you, my hand will continue your spanking’   I mean seriously?  The freaking hairbrush! I hate the brush with every fiber in my body.    Oh, and it just got even worse …   ‘Dad’s hand is also far more active in first helping you to adjust your cock and balls so they hang down over his thigh and aren’t squeezed as your bare bottom bounces and wiggles during your spanking and far more effective on your upper and inner thighs and buns as he tans your bare bottom, while you are trying to get words out with promises’   I just can’t believe it …. It’s so unfair! … but he continues as I begin developing a pout!   ‘You have a Dad who understands that your spankings always need to stop way after you hope, plead or beg Dad to stop.’   'Dad can tell by the skin on your bare bottom how things are going and the sobs and tears add to it.  It is not difficult to know when you are pleading whether it's time to continue or lessen up a bit, but stop?  Not going to happen.'   My bottom is now tingling nervously, as I take it all in, darn and he means every word of it!   ‘When you don’t agree or definitely don’t want a spanking, you will go over my knees for one anyway.  All of that is normal.  You can say, “OK, sorry Dad, I’ll go over your knees now” or “No way, Dad!  Unfair and unreasonable.  My bottom’s already sore!” but then you risk the hairbrush or strap.  We both know what you will choose.’   Choose?  Is he kidding? And now I am not only pouting, but my face is flushed deep red!   ‘There will always be a paddle, hairbrush, strap, and spanking chair in our house for your future for correction, punishment, and/or times when you simply are getting a review or reminder’   What the heck is a review or reminder?  My nervousness just soared to new heights while my bare bottom jiggles on the chair, a stark reminder of my current position.   ‘Yes, young men like James are  spanked, stood in the corner, and spanked again, but it can also happen when after you’ve been spanked and  you are told to keep your bottom bare and we enjoy dinner or preparing such or even cuddle on the couch and Dad still decides you need a firmer spanking (or more).  That’s not usual but possible depending on your reactions and especially how cuddly you are with your Dad as he wipes your tears and listens to your response.’   Okay so the cuddly bit sounds really nice, right?  But stood in the corner – now that is just plain mean.  I think he was reading my mind as he continued …  ‘ I’m sure that knowing your shyness, you will come to dislike corner time when you must have your bare bottom showing.  However, in your case, it is especially meaningful as you’ll know what Dad is seeing and pondering regardless as to whether you’ve already been turned over before being stood in that corner’   ‘Your emotions are going to vary significantly, but one thing you will always be able to depend on James, is that when I take your jeans and briefs down for a spanking, you will always get one’   ‘And I see a certain young man, who’s jeans and briefs have already been taken down, waiting for his spanking’   I nearly fainted, as the realization hit me.   He nudged me up from my chair, and took me in his arms, it was a wonderful feeling.  We hugged for a long time, his hand holding my bare bottom.   “OK, now James, what punishment have you brought on your nice bare bottom?’   As I started my reply, he was leading me over to the spanking chair, his hand planted firmly on my very bare buns.   Sitting down in that chair, he looked me straight in the eyes   ‘You’ve always known what you were risking but you did it anyway.  Now Dad will give you what was promised.  Over you go, son.’   I did as I was told and found myself in that classic over the knee spanking position that all naughty boys are familiar with.   He took his time, adjusting my cock and balls over the side of his thigh, then we talked (while his hand was on my bare bottom) about my failure and why Dad has to spank my bare bottom now, and he did.  No amount of promising or begging or tears at all prevented my correction and then some.    Eventually I was sobbing from emotions and the pain of my spanking.  Dad encouraged me to let my emotions out while he continued spanking my now very red bottom.     ‘There is never a need to be stoic and just "take it like a man."  You're a boy at heart James and a boy who responds as a boy when his Dad pulls his briefs down and gives him a good spanking.’   After my spanking, I could feel the tension as I stood in the corner reflecting, or ‘thinking’ time as Dad calls it.   I stood there, resisting the urge to rub my now very red and very hot buns.  If Dad sees my stance in the corner to be less repentant than Dad wants or my hands stray from where they should be, he might pull me out of my corner for a repeat spanking.  I knew I could count on it!  Every boy that messes up their corner time gets one, and I knew there would be no exception for me.   Yes, it did take a long time and I was definitely sore sitting the next day, but I did feel absolutely wonderful!    That following morning, we talked about why I had to be punished.   If it happens again Dad had decided the hairbrush will be used on my bare bottom to the point where I was are sure I can’t take anymore. A good long spanking with the hairbrush will be followed with another trip over Dad’s knees before bedtime, at a minimum.   How do I feel about all this huh?   Dad punishes me as his Son, no matter how much I sob and with choking tears as I am begging him to stop and promising him the world. My Dad will always give me the spanking I have earned and never stop spanking or paddling or giving my bare bottom the hairbrush.  Dad judges what I need period.  I always remember my spanking will at some point end, and I will be hugged and comforted and yes, loved.  I know that I will always have a dad who loves and cares for me.

There are already a few months I'm on the site and I have seen the spank is not as simple as it seems. It is so complex, full and defined as every person who belongs to the site. I've noticed that most of the tops (now called so, when all the lives have been Spankers) seem to have a predisposition to give spankings without reason, ie spanking for pleasure or fun of it. Likewise there are also many bottoms (formerly spankees) that seem to call and ask for the spanking. For me with respect and tolerance, but I'll give a point of view, I do not know if there will be more guys to share. As many will know I consider myself Switch, for me the best and most complicated position, so I can give my point of view from two angles or sides. As I like Spanker not punish for the sake of punishing a Spanker discipline, and discipline is this: Teach. What I mean there is always a motive or reason to discipline by the gods ... that of "the good guys also deserve spankings" or "you have to give maintenance spankings" ... forgive me but for me ... absurd and out of place Also, as spankee, provided they have been spanked me a reason or motive, if it was not so, I consider it unfair and that does not help me improve as a person, on the contrary, makes me rebellious. Out of disciplinary spanking ... even sexual pleasure, erotic, sexual ... even there we have a reason: domination and submission It's just my opinion, sorry if I did not express myself well, my language is not English. and sorry for all the extensive text Greetings Isma.

What do you as a naughty boy get spanked most often for?   Dads/Tops - What do you find is the most frequent reason to administer a spanking?   Here is my own list of things I get it for the most!   Disrespect (now includes if I do it online).   Losing purchase reciepts.   Not doing my chores on time.   Not doing as I am told.   Staying up too late at night on the computer.   Bad Language.   Touching his stuff without permission.                    

Today, let's start at the very beginning—a very good place to start. What can two people who are just beginning a DD relationship do to get things rolling? Just launch into daily Spankings? Nah. Probably won't work. Here's something Daddy and I used that worked really well... We began a Domestic Discipline Diary in 2014. Keeping a record of your initial efforts to build a Domestic Discipline relationship can provide a good muscle to exercise at the start of any new Discipline-centered partnership. Effective Corporal Punishment can be complicated to integrate initially with any person. If your partnership begins as friends at a Spank party or an online meet-up from STH or other sites, it can be difficult to begin a more full time effort. My Daddy and I quite consciously began by implementing a weekly or twice-a-week Discipline approach—experimenting with Spanking and nonSpanking punishments to see what truly worked and what would not. (You can see pics of the diary itself on Cornertime Confidential. I'll include a pic of it in my pics here on SpankingTube!) We discovered, for example, that: ———He is an exceptionally precise caner. He can cane precisely both forehand and backhand. He can see a place on my heinie and strike that very spot time and again. But we wouldn't have known that as neither of us is English/Australian/Asian, and caning isn't a tradition method of CP in America. ———He discovered that pacing was important when handSpanking, ———He realized that when I didn't do Cornertime correctly, he could use that misbehaviour during Cornertime as a reason for further punishment. ———We found out that he has a particularly negative reaction to paddling with The Bathbrush and The Hairbrush, and consequently he only uses those when it's time to truly punish me for my actions. One of the great things about the DD Diary now is that we have a record from the first 3 years or so of our relationship where we developed a rapport that laid the foundation for future discipline, attitude adjustment, and more that Daddy still employs to this day. My Daddy and I hope you find that this is a great way to establish the deep-rooted things that work, what doesn't work, and what you can leverage later on to get the responses you want from you boy (or your Daddy)!

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Okay, so I hope everyone is doing well, especially Onkel Benny after his recent surgery and my ever so naughty friend Max Max Max Boy! And .. Baltic has been spanked lots and lots and lots! Anyway .. to business! CHATBAR The chat bar is well pretty much screwed, it is no longer compatible witrh our script.  The license was purchased from Cometchat, whom have decided that they will not longer provide updates for our version of chat.  Instead they want to sell me a new supported version at $50 every month.  That is $600 every year, so that is not going to happen. The next alternative was Social Chat, another third party chat, that we also have a licence for, and it sucks the big one.  Its very difficult to configure, will not support browsers using a Proxy or VPN and is resource hungry - that has been kicked into touch. The script does come with its own chat system, but it is also cumbersome to install and configure and the layout also sucks.  So that one just like my Dads hairbrush has been shot into little pieces. After some investigation, I have settled on Arrowchat, looks good and is compatible with out script, so I have purchased a licence for it.  I also purchased professional and guranteed installtion to get things moving a little quicker.  It is the weekend, so I expect it will be a few days before this happens.  Once it has been completed I shall be backing up all the configuration and template files, so that if an issue occurs in the futuire, I can simply use these, for example if a server crash occurs. VIDEO UPLOADS A broken dependancy on the usual installation  has kept me from fixing this, but I will have it done soon, hopefully by this Sunday.  Once fixed, I will upload a test file and let you all know. FEED The limited feed lookback has been fixed, and I will be monitoring it. SPEED I have a lot to do, but it will increase significantly, please be patient!   Thanks n hugs and spanks James  

SITE UPDATE AND AUCTION Well everyone, it has been a busy few weeks.  We managed to get a lot of upgrading done, from the server end and the script end.  I do know there are some issues still and I am working on them, in particular browser issues. I want to thank everyone whom has made a donation to the site, it does help a great deal as the costs are quite high.  Now as I have been out of work for the last 3 months, rather than bringing out the begging bowl, I have decided to auction off some of the spanking material that I have collected to fund the site.  This will be on eBay and unfortunately only available to United States members.  That is not down to me it is eBay rules on selling adult goods. There is a number of magazines, DVD’s and VHS tapes (every sold VHS tape comes with a legal digital backup) – please do note with the VHS tapes I must send you both the tape and backup DVD to conform with the law.  As some of those tapes are big box, the postage is reflected appropriately.  I will combine postage for anyone that wins multiple items. I will add more items later on, including implements that, umm well you will have to wait and see! – though it may not come as a surprise if one or two of my Dads hairbrushes make it on for auction 😊 Items are now listed on eBay and can be accessed on my store at: https://www.ebay.com/str/arizoy You will need to verify your age upon entering the adult section of eBay   Thanks n huggsss   James

(*A special thank you to Jake Tenneby for preserving this blog for me.  This is my original writing, which was reposted with permission on Cornertime Confidential, and was lost when my profile got deleted  I did not have this saved anywhere, so thank you for preserving it) Many everyd­ay dads that spank their boys have one main implement that they usually use on their boy's bottoms. It might be:     A paddle han­ging on the wall,     A belt that is worn day to day,     The hairbrush safely kept on the nightstand, or     It may just be his own hand. And although Doms in the spanking community typically have large collections of imple­ments with apprecia­tion for all the nua­nces of each, most guys favor one implement or type of implement over the rest. This essay is to explore what th­at choice says about the spanker (if any­thing). Please comment or sh­are your own observa­tions! HAND Hand spankers are warm and caring. They are the type to call and ask how you are doing, and what you are doing. They will talk to you as a friend would, and will take an interest in your life. A spanking from them will usually be long and drawn out. They will tell you they are disappoin­ted with you, and me­an it. Hand spanke­rs spank almost excl­usively OTK. They may spank you on the bare bottom, but will also spank your un­derpants a lot of tim­es, and sometimes wi­ll spank the seat of your pants. Because of this your butt is never safe from a reprimanding smack or proud pat. Just like they like getting in your business, they will land their fingers in the crea­se of your butt and on your bum hole dur­ing a spanking witho­ut apology.  When they are finished spanking you they may want a hug or for you to sit on their lap. THE HAIRBRUSH Old fashioned hairbrush spankers are the strict cousins of hand spankers. They are caring but much st­ricter than hand spa­nkers. They are us­ually detail oriented and meticulous. Like hand spankers, hairbrush spankers al­most always spank OT­K, however hairbrush spankers almost alw­ays spank on the bare bottom. Although some may warm your underpants-clad bottom with their hand, on­ce the hairbrush com­es out, your butt will be bared, and the hairbrush spanker will be the one to bare it. These spankers want to be in full contr­ol of every aspect; they want to see eve­ry smack, see your butt's reaction, and carefully plan their next smack. They will also cl­osely monitor you for signs of emotional or physical resistance, and will not end a span­king until they are completely gone. Ha­irbrush spankers rar­ely spank anywhere outside of the buttoc­ks, because it would not be proper; which means you will nev­er have marks on your thighs, but your bottom will likely ha­ve blisters and brui­ses. Expect cornertime and an evaluati­on of how well you learned your lesson afterward. BELT Belt spankers are generally "avera­ge guys" who just wa­nt to get the job do­ne. They care enou­gh to spank, but don­’t want it to be too intimate. This is why belt spankers alm­ost always spank you either laying on the bed or bent over. You will usually be asked to lower your own pants and unde­rpants for a belt spa­nking, and are usual­ly treated much more like an adult. Wh­en the spanking star­ts,the belt will la­nd where it may, it may be lopsided, hit­ting one buttock more than the other, or it may lash your te­nder bumhole or thig­hs, but that is all your problem for scr­ewing up. Belt spank­ers may tell you to take it like a man, meaning they don't want you to break down on them. After yo­ur lashes, life goes back to normal, and you're expected to get on with life as if they had not just seen and whipped yo­ur bare butt.   PADDLE Paddle spank­ers like showmanship and are competitive. Their spanking im­plement is a work of art, worthy of disp­lay, whether for the message engraved or painted on it, or for the beauty and craftsmanship of the paddle itself. If they have an older more worn paddle, that too is a badge of hon­or for the number of spankings it has de­livered. They will talk openly of spank­ing you, without any hesitation, and will also not hesitate to spank you in front of someone, when it's warranted. Pad­dles can easily pene­trate pants, so there is a chance you wi­ll be clothed for pa­rt or all of a paddl­ing. Paddlings are almost always done be­nding over, and are very "on the spot" type of punishments. Because of the show­manship of paddlers, you will almost alw­ays get extra swats if you fail to keep your position or fol­low any of the other rules that are set for you. Paddle span­kers get a very smug satisfaction out of spanking you, and enjoy watching you struggle to maintain. Tears are seen as an accomplishment, and are usually not di­scouraged. After the spanking, you may be put in the corner to display your red bottom if there’s time, but otherwise seeing you nursing yo­ur sore bottom is satisfying enough. SLIPPER Slipper spa­nkers see the value of spanking boys, but see it as a dirty job. The sole of a shoe is well suited to the task, having to tread the dirt and gravel of life. Slipperings are given OTK or bent over most often, and are usually given bare bo­ttomed but sometimes in pajamas or under­pants. Slipper spank­ers have a lot in co­mmon with belt spank­ers, in that they are more interested in the ends rather than the means. The sl­ipper will land most­ly on your bottom, but if needed it will also land on your thighs. Slipper span­kers are more likely to send you to bed after a spanking or otherwise disrupt your life as part of the punishment. They may also soap your mouth or use other punitive measures in addition to the span­king. SWITCH / SPOON Spanke­rs that favor switch­es or spoons usually have deep religious convictions about spanking. They may li­ke to have long talk­s, hand on shoulder style. They will li­kely have you fetch the spoon or pick yo­ur own switch to make you willingly subm­it to the punishment. When it’s time to carry out the disci­pline, they will oft­en lecture you for your offense and make it seem much worse than you think it was. You will almost always be bare bott­omed, but the spanks will often spread to your thighs with the switch, or bum-ho­le and tender sit-sp­ots with the spoon.  You may be pla­ced in the degrading diaper position with spoon or switch spankers.  Otherwise, they usually like you bending over or placed over the kn­ee. Switch and spoon spankers are usual­ly relentless, and are on a mission to whip the naughtiness out of you, so expect a very painful spa­nking with welts in the case of the swit­ch, or blisters in the case of the spoon. After the spankin­g, expect more lectu­ring while you are still bared, and expe­ct to be questioned about plans to impro­ve. The good news is, you will likely es­cape corner time or any other punishment once you are dismis­sed. RAZOR STRAP / CANE St­rap or cane Spankers are strong male aut­hority figures that command respect. They take discipline seriously, and belie­ve spanking is an im­portant part of inst­illing it into boys. You will likely be stripped naked for a strap or cane puni­shment, or at least naked from the waist down. You will oft­en have to fold your clothes, and stand in front of them for a lecture. The humi­liation level is usu­ally high to match the pain level you are about to feel. You will then be told to bend over, most of the time over an object as the intense pain makes grabbing knees impractical. There wi­ll usually be a set number of lashes del­ivered, the cane com­ing in multiples of 6 and the strap in multiples of 5. The lashes will be well placed and deliberat­e, and there will be no mercy. You will take as many as you earned, but usually have the small mercy of knowing how many you­’re getting. You may have to count the lashes out loud and/or thank the spanker for them. Like padd­lings, there are lik­ely to be consequenc­es for failing to st­ay in position with the addition of havi­ng to keep count. You will likely be put on display in the co­rner for an excruciatingly long period of time after your puni­shment and not be al­lowed to even touch your bottom. You are likely to have your behavior reviewed before you are allowed your clothes back, and also be given a stern warning about future misbehaviors.

So so bored of the pandemic! aren't we all.  but today i'm pondering - do you have a spanking bucket list?  Mine changes occasionally, but right now at the top seems to be a good old fashioned switching. Maybe made to cut and peel my own.  Then switched to ribbons by a determined dad who doesnt really care how or where it lands.  Its gonna be a hard day when it finally happens! 

If you own more than 5 hairbrushes that have never been used on your hair... ...you might be a spanko. If you have more than one drawer in your dresser devoted to underwear... ...you might be a spanko. If someone offers you the wooden spoon from making cookies and you can't lick it because you wonder who's butt it's been used on... ...you might be a spanko. If you reflexively start to bend over when someone takes their belt off... ...you might be a spanko. If you reflexively clench your butt when you hear someone yelling at their offspring... ...you might be a spanko. If TSA winks and pats their butt after x-raying your carry on... ...you might be a spanko. If you didn't know razor strops were used to sharpen razors... ...you might be a spanko. If trying on jeans includes checking your butt out in the mirror and smacking it... ...you might be a spanko. If your idea of wood categories are 'stingy' or 'thuddy'... ...you might be a spanko. If someone tells you it's their birthday and your first thought is when and if they will be getting spanked... ...you might be a spanko. If you have a few tubes of Arnica in your bathroom... ...you might be a spanko. If you are familiar with the film "wayfairers and toilers"... ...you might be a spanko. If someone mentions the Board of Education and you think of a paddle.. ...you might be a spanko.   Feel free to add yours below:

Which Works Best for you? Do you mix sex and Spankings? Do you find it a complex question? Since every Daddy and every adult boy is different, I'd be really interested to hear from others, both boys and the Men Who Spank. Let us know what you think!   Carrot or Stick?  For those of us seeking a Domestic Discipline relationship (or in one), you already know the answer for you and your boy. But sometimes it's hard to decide which one it should be. And as males we mostly all know how hard it is to stay sexually attracted to the same person for an extended period of time.    For Daddy and me, Daddy regulates our sexual behaviour too. It's not just a beating on my bottom and that's that. I had to learn to be his boy in the bed first, only then did I get sent to my bedroom for bad behaviour and a whoopin. That turned out to be a good time. Being trained to be his boy (and his training that I quietly "lead" to make sure he was an effective sexual partner as the Man In Charge), we have been able to sustain a sexual and disciplinary Daddy/boy dynamic that works pretty well. I came home after a long time away with family and I found myself really leaning into Daddy. I would just walk up to him in the kitchen and lay my head on his shoulder while he stood there making coffee. Or while he was working, in between his work calls, I'd ask to sit on his knee. Before dinner at a friend's house last night, I asked to sit on his lap while he watched TicToc videos in the living room. I planted a big kiss on him, and after some smooches back, he stood up, pulled down his shorts and I began doing what boys like me are expected to do with Daddy's tool in their face.    Filling Your boy's Mouth Can Be As Important As Spanking His Fanny Red   In the end, it'd been about 10 days apart, and I said to Daddy, "Let's go to the bedroom, at this time of day, anyone can see what we're doing in the front window. We need to be polite." So we did. He bent me over and filled me up. So sometimes the carrot is just as important as The Stick in maintaining a healthy, happy Dom/sub relationship or Daddy/son relationship. In our case, I felt very much his boy and really lucky that Daddy serviced himself with my body. I felt very obedient and happy about that.    Spanking Your boy's Bottom Can Be As Important As Filling His Body With Your Seed There's a funny thing that we do which is keep the adult boy and the sexual behaviour separate. While I often call him Daddy during sex, I am expected to behave as an adult during sex and so I do as I'm told. This means when I'm disciplined, I behave as a boy, not an adult. It's very helpful for us. It creates a useful dividing line and ends up with much more powerful, memory-implanting experiences.   Which Works Best for you? Do you mix sex and Spankings? Do you find it a complex question? Since every Daddy and every adult boy is different, I'd be really interested to hear from others, both boys and the Men Who Spank. Let us know what you think!

Last summer, I was recovering from the pandemic mindset of working way too hard. My way of dealing with not being able to go anywhere or meet anyone was killing myself with schoolwork. It made me finish my MA early which is great, but it wasn’t the best choice for my mental health. When things started opening, I decided to make the leap and move to Tel Aviv. I was hungry to meet people and connect with others (also I was horny and spanking hungry and wanted so bad to find a daddy already). I joined the local gay BDSM munch in Tel-Aviv (the core of my sexuality is spanko but I have a varied taste and I love other forms of BDSM as well). It’s a cool small community of like-minded people and I decided to give it a try. I came there a few times, and I met daddy there. I was sitting on the bar with my friend when he came in and he quickly found me and came straight to me. He is a little taller than me and was twice my age. He approached and asked politely for my name. I corrected he’s gendered language (in Hebrew first person language is also gendered) which he was very cool about. I was really flattered from the directness he was hitting on me. We had a few drinks and later in the discussion session we clicked. I jabbed him that he’s flirting with everyone and then he was like “am I?” and I said “yeah but I think you are only hitting on me” which people found funny. I felt I was really on my prime. He was also self-possessed, and I found the confidence he had about pursuing someone way younger than himself incredibly hot. In short – he gave me a full daddy vibe and I was having it. The end of that evening I came to him with a note with my phone number (which is still in the kitchen drawer). THE NEXT MORNING, I wake up at like 9 am and I find a text message from him which he sent in 7 am asking me out on a date. That was such a good vibe. I was so relieved that we didn’t have to go through all the silly game of “not looking too interested”. It also resonated with the mutual fondness of being unabashedly direct we were delighting in the previous night. I texted right away, and we set up a date at his place the next day (I know, dangerous but he was friends with the munch organizer which is someone I really trust so I felt good about that). I guessed that coming over to him meant we will have sex or a session. As I said I was extremely thirsty for both sex and spanking and I didn’t mind having either with him (to say the least). I wasn’t sure at all I wanted to date this man, though. As I said he was literally twice my age, and in a way better place financially than me (even though I also wasn’t in a bad place for my age). It seemed complicated. We had a wonderful evening in his flat. He happened to live 5 minutes away from me in the same neighborhood. We drank wine (which he makes as a hobby) and again I felt this cool connection to him just like in the munch. We have a lot in common. We both are very much about being direct and brutally honest. We also both are very much into pride as a way of navigating as queer people. Daddy came out at 15 in Israel in the 80’s which is kind of unheard of. Then I make a move on him putting my hand on his thigh and he is going on with this. Then he’s like “I just want to tell you that I don’t have any sort of sexual activity with people until the third date, as a rule”. This was very surprising (in a good way) especially in my circles in the gay community. I also really appreciated him setting up clear boundaries. It made me believe mine would be respected as well. So we talked about our fetishes and I learned we are compatible and I was in this stage extremely turned on (and really tried to show this in the strongest way I could without disrespecting his boundaries). We continued our lovely evening and in the end he walked with me home and we said good night. Fast forward one year we are in a domestic discipline dynamic and I am moving in with him officially this summer (after not sleeping in my own flat for like 4 months).

Obedience vs. Equality in Relationships  Finding the Happy Balance    Ya know, maybe our grandparents were right after all, maybe it is all about "to love, honor....and obey!" One of the big challenges in my DD relationship is finding the happy balance between equality and obedience. I mean really, can you really be "obedient" to your partner in a mature, adult, equal relationship? Well, maybe we modern folk have forgotten what it means to love, honor, and obey. I’m not so sure we have to misconstrue the word too far before we hit upon the matter: relationships suffer when both partners do not also obey one another. And I should know. I lost my relationship of 15 years because I couldn’t obey my long term partner very much at all. Relationships are indeed about pushing boundaries and finding where you can both coordinate, cohabitate, and collaborate. But sometimes when one partner is a much stronger of a personality than the other, the beta personality, even if he's the top, may disengage out of emotional necessity. (Well, that was a big part of it. There were, of course, other things as well.)  However, upon reflection, one of the big problems was my dis-obedience in life, in friendships, and in bed. It was mostly me as an individual in an equal relationship with him as an individual. Under this arrangement, obedience was nearly impossible. So as I re-entered the relationship dating pool, I decided obedience had to be a part of any new relationship equation, so I didn’t disrespect and disobey my new partner’s wishes the way I had done with my first partner. I did this by coming out to my partner last Easter as an adult boy, and that if we were going to continue, some things would need to be added to our relationship to make survive. By saying, "I need a partner to believe in and join me in a discipline-based relationship," I was drawing a line in the sand. I would not have a relationship end in a state of disrespect, disobedience, and the inevitable unhappiness. The reason I needed a good man to agree to this relationship was two-fold, specifically: As the dominant personality in the relationship, I knew I would have to speak up be the one who addressed problems head on as they arose, and at the same time, I needed the discipline option for my new Daddy as a way to help equalize the fact that, verbally at least, I was the dominant partner.   Now, having said that, Daddy is the dominant partner in very important other ways. And by equipping him with The Switch, we avoided turning this into a lop-sided mess. He could be in charge without having to prove, justify, of talk over me. The Switch gives him room to allow the normal behaviors to express themselves, and there is no need to change who we are, but now, after an unacceptable behavior or attitude or other broken rule surfaces, he can rectify it without having to talk it out which he is not in favor of doing in the first place. Many men do not really love to have long knock-down, drag-out verbal fights. It will surprise few readers that The Switch has solved this predicament for us. Respect can now be enforced with The Switch, since he had already earned that respect over the many years we've been partners. I just have a tendency not to follow those rules of respect and politeness, etc. in my day-to-day existence.  As hard as it will be for my readers to believe, I do not wanna get a Spanking. At heart, I’m just a very unruly, undisciplined, disobedient little 8- to 12-year-old boy who doesn’t like obeying even the most basic rules of politeness after initially getting to know people. I get sarcastic almost immediately. I have a very fast (not always smart, just fast) mind which is both a blessing and a curse). But in a relationship, that’s not helpful. And without consequences including discipline specifically, that tough personality can really wreck a relationship.  And as you readers probably already know, I’m on a mission from god to have a full time relationship, come hell or high water! Having been in an "equal" relationship for 15 years from the middle of my college years, I know the pitfalls that my personality can wreck on a more gentle personality. And as luck would have it, and maybe not surprisingly, I have ended up in a second relationship with yet another gentle giant! This is great on the one hand, and then on the other, I just stomp all over him unless we have ground rules, reprimands, expectations of obedience, and when necessary, corporal punishment. Now with The Switch (i.e., The Hairbrush, The Stick, The Paddle), and the other important Discipline Tools we have throughout the house and nonSpanking Tools (i.e., Cornertime, writing lines, mouthsoaping) throughout our relationship, Daddy has what he needs to keep our relationship together as “the Dom.” There’s no need for Daddy to discuss with me, "Uh, I feel like you treated me badly." We now have very clear lines around what constitutes broken House Rules, and what Daddy's boy is and is not allowed to do, say, and act like. After 18 months, it’s just a matter of getting him to use them more frequently as the need arises, and not blow things off that are bothering him. He needs to want to administer discipline, even when he’s not in the mood to. But that’ll take time, I think. Like a real Dad, sometimes he just doesn’t want to be bothered with dealing with his boy’s shenanigans. He just wants to watch TV. But just as in a real Daddy/boy relationship, it’s pretty pivotal to address misbehavior in the moment as much as possible. Only time will tell how he gets comfortable in his still fairly new role as not just “the Dom” in our relationship, but now “the Daddy” in our relationship! Please comment below or email me: aok4otk@aol.com or cornertimeconfidential@gmail.com ______________________________________ Follow Cornertime Confidential Wherever You Are:   Tumblr  ∙  SouthSpanking ∙  Blogger  ∙  WordPress

Dear users, as you might have seen, we are currently experiencing issues with the feeds (main and individuals) as well as with the videos. We do not know yet what caused the problem nor if it can easily be fixed. With James being unavailable due to personnal circumstances, I am the Administrator with the highest level of access. However, I don't have as much access as James does, nor his in depth knowledge of the website. I will try my best to figure out what is going on with the other administrators, and hopefully fix the problem. However, you should know that there is a risk that we may not be able to fix things, and that the videos might be lost.   Here is what we know so far : - All feeds other than feeds that include direct references to other users seems to have disappeared - Only 22 videos seem to have survived the crash : the ones that were posted in groups. - pictures and photos albums are still here, they can be seen on profiles, but have disappeared from the feeds. - Blogs are still here - Groups are still here - We don't seem to have any back-up to restore lost content, and even if the videos are still here somewhere, manually relinking them is not an option. - The problem might come from the video uploading module which is currently not responding, but it is not clear how or why it may have crashed all feeds.   What can you do :  - You may keep posting blogs, pictures, albums, and refurnishing the feed. What you can't/shouldn't do :  - Don't try to post any new videos. [we have blocked it]  - Do not repost all your pictures just to make new links in your feed.   I will keep you posted if we make any progress.

Despite the retaking of Twitter by Elon, Twitter has developed into a lively community of adult boys and Daddys who are sharing ideas, swapping stories, conducting polls, providing Daddys advice on how to handle adult boys, and more. In today's post we wanted to share a few of the folks doing yeoman's work revitalising the community there and making it a leading space for the M/m Corporal Punishment Community on the internet.  Before we dive in, we do wanna emphasize the invaluable benefit SouthSpanking.com provides and not take away anything from their great work, and at the same time just provide y'all more resources so you have the 411, the intel to engage with folks with like minds. First, let us introduce @OurFamilyRules which is a Twitter handle dedicated to providing advice to Daddys and celebrating adult boys both red-rumped and otherwise. This @handle features Ace Daddy who covers a variety of key thrills that a wide array of boys and Daddys might find appealing. He covers the idea of withholding a boy's boxershorts and regressing him back into briefs if they misbehave. Basically, his message is, if a boy is going to act like a boy, then you as the Daddy should make him live as a boy. He likes to Spank boys in groups of two (or more). He does a great job with video, showing how this can be done. He scolds at length. For those Daddys out there who could use some tips and tricks on how to do this effectively, be sure to listen to Ace Daddy on the videos he tweets out.  Second, let's look at the words of Daddy-hood from @AmtrakDaddy. He posts random tweets of kindness, affection, warnings to boys, and advice on how to avoid getting into trouble. He tucks littles in with some of his words, he warms other boys' bottoms with other words of wisdom, and he always leaves the adult boys who read his @handle with a sense that there really are Daddys out there who will care for you, even when you do naughty things. Great advice.   Third, there's 'zander. Now we've covered @AlexanderZeeGreat in posts previously, but his @handle has been on fire this fall. 🔥🚒🧯Once Cornertime Confidential got booted from Twitter last summer, it was 'zander's posts that helped us reconnect. His drumbeat about being an adult boy fully embodies our boy ethos. He has been sharing more about his life as a boy who also gets Spankings too. So he's broadened what he covers and will appeal to Daddys worldwide.    There's a ton of other great tweeters out there, so begin your search for those you most connect with! Just wanted to provide you a peek at some of the most active tweeters and those with the deepest content in our space. Even if it's just online for now, connect with your CP Community    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

I was watching an old episode of Wagon Train on MeTV today and at the end of Season 4 Episode 30 there was a spanking scene.   Assistant Wagon Master Bill Hawkes (played by actor Terry Wilson) gives wagon train cook Charlie Wooster (played by actor Frank Mc Grath) an over the spanking.   What makes this sceen so unusual is that in this scene Bill is about 38 years old and Charlie the one being spanked is 58 years old!    I guess Bill figures if Charlie is going to act like a little kid he's going to spank him like a little kid!     The story line is that Charlie runs off from the wagon train with another guy looking for a gold mine and Bill and the other guy's grandson have to go looking for them.    Bill is tired, sore and worn out when they find him and Bill tells him that he ran off pouting like a little kid so he's going to treat him like any other little kid that runs off pounting by blistering him!   Before Charlie knows it, he's draped over Bill's knees getting a spanking!   Bill tells him the corny line about how this is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt him.   I guess that line's been around for a long long time!    Before long Charlie is yelling and telling Bill to stop it before someone sees them!     This took place in 1961 when spanking was commonplace and was actually encouraged by society.   In the 1970's, spanking while still popular,  became a little more discrete and television still spoke about it but didn't actually show the spankings anymore.  They prepared for the spanking and then the camera faded away.   But here the spanking was actually shown!   Charlies worst fear did happen.  Young 26 year old actor Denny Miller walked up and saw Charlie getting a humiliating spanking over the Assistant Wagon Master's knees.. I find in incredibly hot that the writer of the script had the older man getting spanked by the younger actor and then witnessed by an even younger actor.   I wonder how many times they had to do a re-take of this scene!   And I wonder how much actor Frank McGrath (Charlie) got teased by his fellow actors about the spanking he took during that scene?   I wonder if he had a "stunt butt" for the spanking scene?   In those days probably not! 

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 Saddest Day in Spanktown An Icon Passes Away* Vernon Learoy Tice, Jr. September 23, 1944 – August 7, 2023     Gil, the Beloved Father of So Many of Us In July 2023 with Copper. Thank you, Copper for this tribute. *A Big thanks to JockSpank for publishing the original from Copper IN MEMORY OF GIL CONNELLY (1944 – 2023) The Male-male Spanking Community has lost yet another pioneer with the passing of Gil Connelly. For over 30-years Mr. Connelly was the owner of Man’s Hand Films, producing, directing, publishing and innovating in the world of male Corporal Punishment. Gil Connelly was born on September 23, 1944, in rural Pennsylvania. He graduated from Penn State, before accepting an ROTC Appointment in the U.S. Army, where he rose to the rank of Major. Over his career, he was based in Korea, Germany, and finally in San Francsisco, where he opted to stay upon his discharge.    While attending a meeting of the 15 Association, he met St. John Leslie-Stuart (aka: David Stuart) who had filmed a number of Spanking videos with Bob Mizer, the founder of the Athletic Model Guild. Stuart invited Gil to assist him shooting new videos for his company, Man’s Hand Films. Teaching him the tricks of the trade, in 1991, Gil directed his first video (“The Nephew”) just months before Stuart died of emphysema, leaving the company to Connelly.   Over the next 30-years, Gil produced more than 125 spanking videos, in addition to publishing Red Tails Magazine. Starting in June of 1992 as “A Spanking and Corporal Punishment Newsletter,” Red Tails would become the longest-running Male-male Spanking magazine, with over 110 issues that featured stories, advice columns, classified ads and original art by many of the most popular Spanking artists.      In addition to the quarterly magazine, Gil also published a series of Spanking Anthologies, a calendar, several books and t-shirts, all celebrating male CP. In reaction to the AIDS crisis, in 1993, the staff of Man’s Hand Films staged a “spanking booth” at the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. Modeled after the traditional “kissing booth” at county fairs, at this unique venue fair-goers could give or get a swat with a paddle for one-dollar. All of the money raised at the booth was donated to the AIDS Emergency Fund of San Francisco, and over the following 14-years, more than $66,000 was raised for the charity.       In 1995, Gil Connelly staged an experimental “spanking camp” known as Camp Red Tails in Northern California. The annual camp expanded from a 3-day weekend into a 6-day event that draws participants from around the world. In 2019, Camp Red Tails celebrated its 25th anniversary, and Gil announced that he would no longer be able to host the event. Three regular campers stepped up and agreed to take-over the operation, so Gil’s vision of a Spanking Camp will continue to be held every July long into the future. Having long-battled early stages of dementia, the following January, Gil announced that he was retiring and ending the Man’s Hand Films run. In operation for 36-years, it was longest-lasting male-spanking video company in history. Gil’s imagination and vision made unsurpassed contributions to our community that inspired other companies and will be enjoyed by our community for many years into the future.     Luckily, upon hearing of Gil’s retirement, one friend offered to purchased the publication rights to Red Tails Magazine. Scanning more than 5,500 pages, every issue of the magazine is now available for free at www.gayspankart.com. And while the videos are no longer being sold by the company, a selection of them are available on the SpankThis site, and the Man’s Hand studio on Clips4Sale remains open for the time being. Gil peacefully passed away in his sleep on August 7th, and while he was 78 years of age, his legacy will go on far longer.   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  

Here's another true story from my youth.   I was in college at the time and one weekend, I decided to go cross country skiing with my friends Matt and Pete.   I talked about them in the post about Spanking:  What Got Me Into It Part 6. These two guys were definitely familiar with spanking and really wanted to see me get one.  When I left, my mom and my aunt  were down in the basement, which was where my room/man cave was, cleaning stuff up.  We were gone all day and after I got home, like usual after spending the day with Matt and Pete, and looking at their butts all day, and knowing how much they got spanked,  I decided to get my spanking porn from it's hiding place and jack off. My friends Matt and Pete, with the kind of smirks that would have spread across their faces if they ever got to give me the spanking they always thought I deserved.  And I'm sure they would have insisted that I was naked when they gave it to me.   Thinking about it now it was really a pretty stupid place to put my spanking porn.  Back then my room was in a finished basement and I had one section set up as an office area with a desk and file cabinets.  I shared one of the file cabinets with some old work papers of my mom's. My mom had retired from her job about 10 years before and never went into that cabinet.  She had the bottom three drawers and I used the top two.  Well way in the back of her first drawer, the third one down, I put my collection of spanking porn behind where the movable file holder was that kept the files tight.  Hey she hadn't been in those drawers for over ten years. Well I went into the drawer to get my porn so I could look at pictures of guys getting their asses spanked and to my shock they weren't there!    That's when I remembered my mom and aunt were cleaning the basement that morning!  I checked the back of my own drawer and found them there.  I would have never put them there because my friends sometimes went into my file drawers to get stuff out and I didn't want them inadvertantly stumbling across it! I got that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach!  My spanking fetish was exposed!   If I had looked in the mirror my face would have been as red as the asses of the guys in the magazines! Immediately I started to try to figure out a way to try to explain why I had bought spanking magazines and hid them in my mom's file cabinet.  My mom had to have found them and moved them, getting that smut out of her file drawer.  They were in a 9x12 Tyvek envelope but she had to look at them in order to know they were mine and move them!  I'm really surprised she just moved them and didn't throw them out or take them to confront me about it!  I took the magazines out to remind myself just how embarrassing the stuff was that she saw.   Some of the magazines were from the old gay spanking video company Control T Studios.   The magazine was called "Spankography".   Just looking at the covers of the magazines  was humiliating enough!  My face was burning with shame, thinking about my mom and aunt looking at these magazines, and knowing they were mine!       Yeah there were naked guys on the covers getting their asses spanked!    Their dicks and balls were showing and their butts were spanked bright red!   Although my parents threatened me with spankings growing up, they never actually spanked me. I couldn't help but wonder if my mom was thinking if she had spanked me, perhaps I might not be so interested in this filth!   And perhaps some "College Discipline" like the one cover mentioned, was exactly what I needed!  Then I opened up a few of the issues and the pictures they would have seen inside were even more humiliating than the ones on the covers!      There were pictures of guys naked over other guy's knees getting their asses spanked.     There was a picture of a guy having his butt cheeks spread wide apart to expose his hole. His balls dangling between his legs.   A photo of a guy in the classic grab your ankles - assume the position pose, naked with his dick and balls dangling between his  legs and the look of painful agony on his face!   There was even a photo of a naked guy kneeling on a chair, gagged with his dirty undies, his butt hole and balls in full view as another guy abused his ass with a paddle!    My face turned red with shame when I saw a photo of a guy being held in place for his spanking by his boner and thought about my mom and aunt looking at the picture in shock knowing I was turned on by this stuff!     My face burned with shame again when I saw photos of guys made to spread their own butt cheeks apart so they could be spanked in the tender area between their cheeks and on right on their butt holes!    I wondered if when my mom saw this photo if she wanted to make me spread apart my ass cheeks like that so she could spank me right on my dirty filthy pucker!  How would I ever face her and my aunt again?  And I wondered if she showed these magazines to my dad?    It was hot looking at these pictures when I was jacking off, but it was total humiliation knowing my mom and aunt saw them! Yeah it was pure humiliation thinking of the shock my mom and aunt endured as they flipped the pages and realized I wanted to be spanked just like the guys in these pictures!    How was I ever going to face them now?    What were they thinking of me?  Then to make things even worse I started reading some of the text in the magazines next to the photos.  My face burned with even more shame as I imagined my mom and aunt reading the text too!     Well I thought that maybe, they would think I like to dish out spankings to other guys.   That wouldn't be as bad as them knowing the truth, that I'm the one that gets off on getting my ass spanked!     But as I looked through more magazines in the envelope I realized my Fem Dom magazines were in there too with women spanking naked men!    No there wouldn't be any doubt in their minds that I was the one that wanted to BE spanked!     There were pictures of a young guy laying naked over a woman's knees getting spanked with a hairbrush while her friend looks on and enjoys the show.    Pictures of a naked guy bent over the back of a chair getting his bottom spanked with a wooden paddle.    Even a picture of a guy enduring the shame I feared most.  Standing there buck ass naked with his boner bobbing in the breeze as he's scolded and told he's told he's going to be bent over her knees and spanked like a naughty little boy.  No siree, there would be no doubt in their minds, that I was the one that wanted to get my bottom blistered with a humiliating naked spanking!   The only question would be would they see to it that I got what I fantasized about?  Would they see to it that I got that spanking, including all the humiliation that went with it!, just like those guys in the magazines?     I spent an hour or two sick to my stomach wondering how I was ever going to explain why I had these magazines and even worse why I wanted someone to spank me.    Finally I decided to just go upstairs and face the music. I was so nervous and my face burned with shame as I walked up the stairs.  Would they yell at me?   Would they spank me?   If there was ever a time I deserved to be spanked this was one of them!   My mom and aunt were in the living room so I walked in and said hello.   I was waiting for the bomb to drop!    It seemed a little awkward but they didn't say anything, but we all knew I liked seeing guys getting stripped naked and being spanked!  .  My dad was in the den so maybe they showed my spanking porn to him and I wondered if he was going to give me the spanking I craved for so much.  I walked into the den and said hello to him but he didn't say anything about what my mom and aunt found either.  I was a little relieved but also a little disappointed,  Disappointed that now that the cat was out of the bag I still didn't get the spanking I obviously deserved!  I went back to my room in the basement. My mind was racing with thoughts of getting the spanking I always fantasized about!   I started thinking maybe they are going to wait until the next time Matt and Pete come by and show them what they found and spank me in front of them, to totally humiliate me! A naked public spanking is what I really craved and deserved!  That might cure me, or maybe not!   I was terrified but my dick was rock throbbing hard at the same time!    I decided I needed to get off so I looked through some of the magazines and jerked off.     The next day I waited for someone to say something and again, nothing.   That night Matt and Pete came over and I figured I was going to be humiliated right in front of them.   I figured my mom would take out the magazines and show them to my buddies, letting them know I got sexually turned on by being spanked!    The same buddies that wanted to see me get spanked like they got spanked!   The same buddies that wanted to spank me themselves. I thought about the shame of them helping undress me and holding me down for my spanking   I'm sure they would have thoroughly enjoyed stripping me naked and forcing me to submit to a very embarrassing spanking! Yeah, I deserved to be stripped naked and bent over my parents knees for a spanking right in front of my friends.  I deserved to look up and see the smirks of satisfaction on my buddy's faces as I bucked and squirmed from the sting of the paddle, knowing I was finally getting the spanking they always wanted to see me get!  And I deserved to be kept naked as they hung out with me so the humiliation could sink in!   I kept waiting for the punishment that I deserved,  but nothing happened that night either!  Days went by, then months, but nothing was ever said! I think my mom was just as humiliated as I was to bring it up!    But her and my aunt definitely knew.  They knew I was a spanko!  They knew I wanted to be stripped naked and be given a good hard spanking!  And they saw all those photos of naked guys getting spanked with their dicks hard, their balls dangling down and their butt holes in plain view!  They knew those photos turned me on and they knew I craved a humiliating, naked spanking in front of other people!    ​ A couple older pictures of me with paddle in hand, stroking my dick, and sniffing my skidmarked undies. My spanking porn collection and spanking paddles laying out all around me. Yes the aroma of ass crack made me think of naked butts and naked butts made me think of spanking!   I often thought of Matt and Pete walking in on me and catching me like this, sniffing my own dirty undies or theirs!   After enduring the humiliation of explaining to them that I think about guys spanking me, I'm sure I'd see the smirks spread across their faces as they realize my naked ass is theirs to spank whenever they want to. If they caught me, I know they would have made sure I got the spankings I deserved and I wouldn't have had to fantasize about it any longer!  Matt and Pete would not have been too embarrassed to spank me if they found those magazines!   I often fantasized about a friend catching me masturbating with my spanking porn and paddles in front of me and acting out the scenes in the videos and magazines with me on the receiving end of a well deserved and very thorough spanking!     Another older picture of me looking at my spanking magazines wishing someone were there to put that paddle to use and make my bottom red and sore!   To this day I fantasize about a friend finding my spanking profiles, the spanking porn on my computer, and especially my spanking blog with actual photos and videos of me getting spanked by other men. This blog would be the most humiliating for a friend to find because I'm totally exposed in it!   Both mind and body!   My every perverted fantasy and desire is revealed.   I'm sure that eventually someone will find it and if that lucky person is you, make sure I see that smirk of satisfaction spread across your face as you tell me, "Strip!   I want you buck ass naked!   It's time for your spanking!"   When I hear you say those words, I'll know you found my spanking blog.  Every humiliating bit of it.  You will have read how I fantasize about a strict man stripping me naked, bending me over his knees and spanking me, a grown adult, just like a naughty boy! At that point there's only one thing I can do and that's start taking my clothes off!   Yes  a humiliating buck ass naked spanking is exactly what I crave. It's what I need.  It's what I deserve!   And don't let me weasel my way out of it like I did so many times as a teen. Perhaps you should bring some other friends with too to add to my humiliation.   If necessary, they can forcibly strip me and make sure I submit to the spanking!    Make the spanking as embarrassing as possible for me, by exposing me like all those guys in the magazines!   Make sure my dick and balls are exposed while you spank me and that my legs are spread wide apart so my butt hole is showing too.   But most of all make sure my face can be seen by anyone watching me get spanked, so I can see how much they are enjoying my humiliation and that itself will drive my shame home!  Yes that's exactly the kind of spanking I deserve.   Perhaps I created my blog so you would find all the naked photos and videos of me getting spanked. So don't be shy, I deserve the ultimate humiliation of being stripped buck ass naked and getting spanked by someone I know and have to face everyday! Yes I hope you will thoroughly enjoy giving me the humiliating spanking I deserve and that you'll make sure I know you're enjoying every bit of my naked shame!  And when it's over we'll both realize you can strip me naked and spank me again and again, whenever you feel like it!  

I've been spanked since 2005 by many of the best spankers in San Francisco and Palm Springs. I was nervous the first time, but I loved it and went back for three straight weeks. I've been spanked in my home, at other guys' homes, at private parties and in public at street fairs. I can take quite a lot so I'm always asked to volunteer for spanking demos. If I'm free, I'll gladly say, yes!

I usually don't like canes, but I got a great spanking last night with canes. After a hand warm-up and a spanking with a belt and razor strap, my spanker chose to use canes. He put one cane vertically between my ass cheeks, then used a second cane to hit the first cane and transmit pain right to my ass crack. It stung like crazy, but I liked it and found it very stimulating. Has anyone ever been caned like this? Or has anyone been spanked right on their hole?

Can anyone tell me how to resurrect the chat facility on South Spanking.  The link used to appear down at the bottom of the screen, right side, but over the last few weeks it just slowly sank down into the tray at the bottom of the screen, and has now disappeared altogether?

When it comes to spanking sessions, we all have some great memories, some not so great, and sometimes horrible ones. In this blog, I will discuss what to do as a spankee after a spanking session that did not really go as you expected. We will review several possible issues ranging from lack of communication, casting errors, improvised session, unexperienced spanker, flat of nightmare, to down right abuse and rape. There is a gradation in the ways a spanking session could unfold in a way that you didn’t like. Sometimes simple communication with your spanker will solve the problem and your next spankings will be better and better : Like with sex, the first time with a new partner is rarely the best and it takes some time to adjust. Other cases are going to be a bit more complicated : you may have incompatible expectations, he may not be very experienced, or perhaps you did not discuss enough before the meeting. In this case, you may be able to find some common ground if your communication is good, but you may also consider that he isn’t and will never be your type of spanker. And finally, the last case: red flags such as abuse, breach of consent, disrespect for your limits, etc. In this case, flee this spanker and you should consider at least discussing your misadventure with other community members to avoid other going through the same situation, and even sometimes taking your case in front of a court of law. Below is a list of things in the 3 categories mentioned and that are in no particular order of gradation. Things that should be easy to fix if you discuss with your spanker before your next meeting The punishment did not include scenaristic elements or implements that you enjoy The spanking was too light/fast/short The spanking was a bit too hard, but there were no unwanted bruises. He went for an unrealistic roleplay that was not to your liking He did not talk much/enough, and you prefer a verbal spanker He used certain positions, side punishments or instruments that you don’t particularly enjoy He has bad breath and keeps talking very close to your face. He was too nosy about your private life. He faced slapped you without discussing it before Things that may or may not be fixed : He went off course with the scenario you agreed upon. He was insisting on having more than a spanking with you, despite you having clearly said no. You like sex with your spanking, he does not. He clearly did not know what he was doing / he had no experience: implements used too high and/or with weird intensities. The punishment made no sense at all. He kept you butt naked (or naked) way too long before/after/during your punishment and you were very uncomfortable with it. (e.g.: butt naked tea in the middle of your spanking, or a 2h break while talking about the current state of the world). It is not a fit when it comes to body stature. Him or his place were quite dirty and it grossed you out You had way more bruises than what you discussed Other people were here and he did not tell you before hand He lied on his age and/or physical shape. Things that you shouldn’t accept : don’t go back, and report him at least to other community members He filmed you without your consent or with a hidden camera (see my blog on taking pictures for other things that you shouldn’t accept). He got naked and it was clearly not part of what you agreed on. He touched you in ways you explicitly told him that you didn’t want. He ignored the safe word you agreed on, or when you did not consent. The spanking was bloody and it was not at all what you agreed on (and we are not talking about a scratched/ruptured pimple … this can happen) He was clearly drunk or under use when you came to his place He forced you to drink or to use any kind of drug before/during your session : if this happened and any of the other points in this category came up too, then you should consider legal action. He raped you : you must consider legal action. While this blog seems to focus on what the spanker can do wrong, please remember that communicating his desires anf limits is something that only the spankee can do. It would be unfair to blame a spanker for doing something wrong in points from categories 1 and 2 if you failed to communicate properly. With MM spanking falling in the grey area of "consented violence" between adults, communication before and after a meeting is extremely important to reduce de risk of misunderstanding and low quality to bad experience : You need to be two to have a conversation and communicate.

Now before I begin this discussion on the ‘hairbrush’ there is something I would like to expand a little on.  We all have different personalities, needs and ideals.  We also have differing expectations and often express ourselves very uniquely.   I have had comments from guys that say I get spanked too much, others say not enough and some are even concerned that I often end up in tears.  I have never felt abused when I am being punished, and the reality is I could stop my spanking any time I choose.  I have never done so, and suspect I never will.  Please do understand that the tears are a culmination of several components, including the feeling of security, cleansing and most importantly the emotional release I simply need.  In our house, discipline is very real and is administered with Trust, Truth and Love.   I can fully admit that I am immature, and I am not going to apologize for it, this immaturity is part of whom I am.  I can be naughty, sometimes very naughty and when my dad thinks my naughtiness merits correction on my bare bottom, I get spanked.   Right now, that is out of the way, lets talk about the hairbrush.   What makes the hairbrush so effective?   First of all, it is an anonymous object, sure you know its primary use is for spanking bad boy bottom, but unless someone was in the know, it’s a perfectly normal day to day object.  It travels easy without arising suspicion and a spare one can be kept in the glovebox of the car for those longer trips where it may be needed.  It can also be used to communicate to the boy he is getting punished shortly, the number of times I have seen it suddenly appear, on the coffee table, counter top or even on the spanking chair itself are too many to count.  I get that shivery feeling when I see it set out, especially first thing in the morning during breakfast.   That sends a powerful signal, face cheeks flush and bottom cheeks clench every time I look at it.  I know real soon, and way too soon, it will be connecting with my butt, while I lay over the knee in the classic naughty boy spanking position.   It is very different from a paddle; the smaller head allows for greater precision on a bare bottom.  It can be applied much more easily to the same spot or evenly spread out.  My Dad starts right in the middle of my bottom, before warming the top of it and then of course the ‘howling boy part’ when it meets the lower bottom and sit spots.   If a dad really wants to add to the tension, all he has to do is send his boy to fetch the hairbrush.  Lower his pants and briefs down, baring his buns and send him off witch a ‘Right young man, you just march that fanny of yours over there and get me your hairbrush, your getting a good tanning’

Okay, so I was asked to post this by my Dad.  So for privavcy reasons, I have removed all personal information and changed the names of those involved.     Dear Ryan,   I am very pleased to hear you have finally decided to take Billy in hand, from what you have told me, he is need of some good old-fashioned discipline.  You asked me how I discipline Jamie, well hopefully my answer may prove useful to you as you begin this new stage of your relationship.   The fact of the matter is there are many boys out there, that have missed out on discipline and will respond well to it. Never hesitate to prove that tough love and clear direction will provide him with the security, dependability and reassurance he needs.   Jamie and Billy are both naughty boys, and as such they must be treated and disciplined as naughty boys and that means SPANKINGS!    When you decide to spank Billy, there should be an objective in mind. The best objective is to spank him hard enough and long enough to produce, begging and pleading for the discontinuance of the punishment. Depending on the boy there may very well be real tears present.   Let us assume, Billy is now standing in front of you, as you sit on your spanking chair.  Scold him and let him know how disappointed you are with his behaviour and tell him he is going to be punished.   Now bare his bottom yourself for punishment, take his pants and briefs down and put him across your own lap.   With Billy over your lap, you should take the opportunity to lecture him, constantly pointing out the reasons for the punishment and the fact that the punishment is well deserved. Allow him to speak freely and openly over your lap, but no matter what he confesses to or how sincere his promises are, the spanking will take place anyway   During this lecture period, his bare bottom should be rubbed and patted frequently with your hand.   Once his spanking begins, do not be moved by his actions and responses during his spanking. No matter what he says simply continue to spank him, he is after all being punished.   Using just your hand start to slap his bare bottom softly and sensually, enjoy watching it bounce and his movements as he tries to avoid the stinging.   Pick up the pace now as rosy red marks begin to appear, spank him slowly, building up, but longer, harder and deeper watching as his bare bottom squirms and wriggles.    Now spank those more tender areas at the bottom of his cheeks and the upper parts of his inner thighs. Stop frequently but briefly as you again lecture and scold him,    Only stop spanking him, when a solid promise has been made from him. which will satisfy you and also be grounds for future spankings of a similar type should the promise be broken.   After his spanking, leave him dangling over your knees, for some length of time to meditate upon his punishment. Review the reason for his spanking, and the promise he made while being spanked. Rub and pat his bare bottom and assure him that if he does it again, he will be spanked again only harder and longer.   Once you have finished, he will need time with his bottom nicely on display as he stands in the corner. Stand him there with his pants and briefs down around his ankles, his freshly spanked and very red bottom on display.   Your next responsibility is to provide aftercare and assurances that he is just fine.  Take a lot of time here, with hugs and pats … you will figure that out yourself as with each dad and Boy it is very personal and incredibly bonding.   So that is pretty much how I punish Jamie’s bare bottom, these days and it simply works!    Oh, and yes, I have agreed that Jamie can visit Europe by himself, visiting a German uncle and Dutch dad that he knows.    Am I worried about that?   Not at all, I know these gentlemen will do a fine job of keeping my boy in line and provide discipline when he needs it.  I have told him that when he staying with them, he is to obey their rules and they have my blessing to administer punishment as they see fit.   PS – Surprise!  I am going to ask both of them to administer his weekly review and punishment sessions in my absence!  He maybe on vacation, but I don’t want him slipping into bad habits!    Do you think they will agree?     Take care and all my very best wishes to both you and Billy.     Daddy D.  

I was 21 the first time I was ever spanked. I met Tyronne one night on Castro Street in San Francisco. He gave me a lewd stare and he was very cute young Black boy so I started chatting with him. He soon became my boyfriend. We did all the usual things that gay guys do and I was pretty happy. I soon learned that Tyronne was a spoiled boy and liked to have things his way. I also learned that he liked others to do things for him, such as buying lunch or clothes for him. I did that up to a point. One evening, he asked me for money. It wasn't that much money but I refused on principle. I didn't just give money to people just because they wanted it. Tyronne became angry and sulked, trying to get me to change my mind. When it was clear I would not give him money, he got even angrier. He told me to take off my clothes and he did the same. I thought he wanted sex. But once we were naked, he sat in a chair and pulled me over his lap. He told me that I was going to get a spanking. I submitted. Then Tyronne began spanking my bare bottom really hard with his hand. It began to hurt and I started crying out, but he continued. After about five minutes, his hand got sore so he picked up a piece of wood that I used to help support a shelf. The wood was about ten inches long, four inches wide and about a half-inch thick. He paddled me with that as hard as he could and I was yelling and squirming. But he held me in place and paddled me for five to ten minutes. When he was done, my bottom was reddish and very sore. He then took me to the bedroom, threw me face down on the bed and mounted me. He did me as hard as he could until he finally reached climax. Then we fell asleep. The next day he tried again to get money out of me, but I still refused. He went home angry and didn't talk to me for nearly a week. What about the rest of you guys? Post a blog about your first spanking. I can't include a photo with this blog, but it's among my photos in "My Spankings" album.

Dad was away for the weekend on a business trip, which meant I had an 'empty'. Given I was 19 now I really needed some space and free time to myself. I had plans, big plans for this weekend. My pals are coming over later tonight but for now I decided to sit down to watch the football results come in with an ice cold beer from the fridge. Finishing my beer I open a pack of cigarettes and start smoking using the beer bottle as my ash tray. Loving life, loving having some freedom... that was, until the door opened. "DAD, what are you doing back so early?" I said. Dads face was bright red he looked so pissed off. I put the cigarette out as fast as I could and tried to hide the bottle but to no avail. He picked up the bottle out of my hand and stared at me angrily. His face told a thousand words and I knew I was in big, big trouble. "My flight was cancelled, but more to the point... just what do you think you are doing young man? I come home to find you sitting here drinking and worse SMOKING in my house." Dad said, his face getting redder by the second. "It's no big deal, come on, i'm 19 now dad, I can do what I like. I can buy cigarettes and booze from the shops now." I decided to be defiant, after all I am 19 now, I am old enough to do whatever the hell I like. Dad just doesn't see me growing up, and still doesn't treat me like the adult I am. "You might be 19, but you sure as hell don't act like it. Yes you should be old enough to act as a responsible adult, but smoking isn't acting responsibly son. You might think you can do whatever you like, but when your still living under this roof, the roof I work hard to pay for, then you live by my rules. Is that understood?" " banned word hell, Yeah, yeah... whatever!" I exclaimed. "Right I've had enough of your attitude son. This has went on long enough. You don't show me any respect, and it's about time I taught you a long hard lesson. You haven't been spanked since you were 15 but it's obviously time you went back over my knee." With that said dad pulled me from the sofa and sat down on it himself. I was standing in front of him shocked at what I had heard. I had no idea what to say... what to do. "You have 2 options son, you either do as your told or you pack up your belongings and leave my house right now! What's it to be?" "Well you don't leave me with much of an option then, do you?" I hadn't realised yet but my backchat wasn't getting me anywhere. "Well get your hands on your head then and stand in front of me now!" Dad ordered as I reluctantly put my hands on my head and walked over to start directly in front of him. He reached to my belt, and I moved my hands to stop him, feeling somewhat remorse now, under the realisation of what was about to happen I pleaded "Please dad, come on i'm too old for this!" "Get your hands back on your head now boy, if we're doing this, we're doing it right, you are going to learn a lesson you aren't going to forget in a hurry do you hear?" With that said I put my hands back on my head and stopped resisting. In a matter of seconds dad had my jeans down by my ankles and had me step out of them. I was now just wearing my boxers, t-shirt and socks. Dad positioned himself on the middle of the couch as he pulled me over his knees. From when I was younger I remember being spanked on the couch meant the session was going to last longer. Dad had a comfy seat and I could just lay there over his knee without too much pressure on him. It felt strange being over his knee. It made me feel like a little boy again. I lay there as dad adjusted my boxers, pulling them up to give him a good outline of my bum. He rubbed for a bit as he scolded me some more for my behaviour recently. And then finally the first smack landed. My dads hand felt massive as it reigned down on my boxer clad bottom. SMACK SMACK SMACK. Over and over again, I had completely forgot how sore a spanking actually was. Dad moved from cheek to cheek. Not just focusing on my bum but the tops of my thighs as well. On occasion he would stop and lift my boxers to check how red my butt was getting. I hated that, I hated that my dad had that much control over me now. I kept thinking what would have happened if I had just said I would leave the house. Surely my dad wouldn't have let that happen? But alas i'm here over my dads knees being spanked like a 10 year old. Then I feel dads hands move to my boxers once more as he starts to pull them down. I quickly put my hands back and put up a struggle, trying to retain some dignity. "Please dad, no not bare assed, come on i'm too old for this. Please dad?" I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as he finally got hold of my hand, held it up against my back, and in one swift motion, took my boxers down to my ankles. Now bare bottomed over my dads knees he proceeded to spank my increasingly red bottom with his hand. Over and over again. The thing with dads spanking was it was unpredictable. It was always hard yes, but one moment it could be fast and the next slow. He would stop to rub my butt, and then lift his hand like I was going to get spanked only for the hand to return to rub my butt. It make it distinctly difficult to clench my cheeks, and pre-empt any spanks. Either way even if I did, it still hurt and still had the same effect. *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack* Dads big hand came down on my bare butt some more as I wriggled on the sofa and kicked my legs somewhat. I absolutely hated being spanked, never mind being pretty much naked over my dads knee. You see it wasn't just that I was being punished, it was the embarrassment and humiliation that came along with it. It was the telling off, it was the idea that my 19 year old cock was pretty much rubbing up my dads thigh, it was that my dad in that moment had full control over me. It made me feel like a little boy again. Finally dad stopped with his hand but it was far from over yet. He told me to stand up and face him, which I did, quickly covering my privates. "Get your hands on your head now young man, it's not like I've never seen that before!" Dad said. Reluctantly I said "Come on dad, please, do I have to?" With that dad took my arm spun me round and delivered 2 almighty WHACKS to the back of my legs as he told me to obey him and I threw my hands up to my head to avoid any more spanks. Dad then proceeded to strip me. He took my socks off, my boxers off, my top off. I was standing there hands on head in front of my dad completely naked. Even when I was younger I remember dad always being the one to take my clothes off. I think it added to the humiliation aspect of it. It meant I had literally no control not even enough to remove my own clothes. It was like I didn't have a option. I was going to get spanked naked, because dad said so. Dad then pulled his slipper off his right foot and I got dragged back across his knees. Down came the slipper on my naked butt. It had a much different sting than the hand, it was more sharp and certainly got a rise out of me. I was kicking, pleading, but dad wasn’t interested. His slipper continually fell on my ass and there was nothing I could do about it. Even if I tried to put my hand back it would be held against my back. If I was wriggling too much dad would put his left arm around my waist and hold me in position. He even stopped to position my cock and balls a few times, which was so embarrassing. Dads slipper spanking was finally done. I knew this as he rested the slipper on my back as he rubbed my bare bottom. I was a sorry boy, but not as sorry as I was going to be. Dad alluded that this was going to be a very long, hard spanking, and that we were far from finished. I shuddered at the idea of what was going to happen next. Dad rubbed my bottom, my back, in a caring way. The way that without words says he is sorry for having to do this, but that it was my fault, I brought it upon myself and I deserve it. He patted my butt once last time and told me to get the wooden spoon. Without debate this time I did as I was told and went and got the wooden spoon from the kitchen. When I came back dad has positioned a footstool length ways in front of him in the sofa. I gave dad the spoon and I was told to go over his knee this time but in a wheelbarrow position, with my chest against the footstool. I did as I was told, and soon realised how embarrassing this position was. My banned word was pretty much on show to my dad and he could see everything. He could see even more when he told me to put my hands back and to spread my cheeks apart. “Come on dad, I’ve had enough” I exclaimed, which again caused a few hard whacks with the spoon to land across my cheeks, which made me do as I was told. I reached back, and pulled my cheeks apart, dad had a perfect view of my hole, and continued to scold me on why cigarette smoking is bad and my attitude lately. I couldn’t pay attention though, all I could think about is how exposed I was. Dad also used his hand to grip hold of my cock and balls, which pretty much meant that I couldn’t move anywhere. Dad then used the other end of the wooden spoon (the long handle side) to spank my anus. Yes, when dad spanked he made sure he covered every inch of my bottom and that meant the banned word too. The pain was unlike anything else it was so sharp, so sore. I pleaded, swore, shouted, and kicked. I sometimes lost my grip but dad would quickly turn his wooden spoon around and deliver some whacks to my upper thighs and bottom itself, reminding me to keep hold of my position. It felt like it had went on forever and finally dad moved my legs down to the floor as I lay there on the footstool with a red hot ass. Dad as usual would rub it. He told me to stay where I was as he left the room, only to come back 2 minutes later with a razer. “Boys who act like you have recently, don’t have any hair down there. You don’t act like a man, you act like a boy, and you should look one. Only men in this household have and will be allowed to have pubes. I’m going to shave yours all off now to teach you a lesson, and you will be without hairs down there for the foreseeable future unless your attitude changes, do you hear me boy?” Dad said, but I didn’t respond. *whack* *whack* He spanked me and I spoke up “Okay, okay, Yes dad!”. Dad then made me lay with my back on the footstool and my legs spread wide. He had a perfect angle as he sat on the sofa and grabbed my cock as he started to strip my front of all my pubes. I kept thinking what the lads would think if they seen me in the football showers/gym with no pubes or hair. Even worse, I wondered if the red in my butt would be gone by then. Dad made me smooth then made me turn round as he focused on removing all hairs from my butt and crack. Once dad was done and after a few more ‘words of wisdom’ I was taken by the ear to the corner. I was made to stand there hands on head and dad moved my legs wide apart to ensure my cock and balls dangled down. My nose was right in the corner and I couldn’t help but to feel the cold on my newly shaved privates. It actually felt quite strange, enjoyable maybe, and was starting to make me hard. Eventually I heard my dad ask if I still knew where the spanking chair was. Of course I did, how could I forget, I spent many times over dads knee on that thing. He told me to go fetch it, along with the bath brush and I knew I was in big trouble. The bath brush was reserved for rare occasions where I had done something really wrong and I remember how sore it was. Dad had hardly used it on me before and when he had it wasn’t for long. This time would be different though. I fetched the chair and placed it in the middle of the room and gave dad the brush. He sat down, told me how disappointed he was in me and that we were going to make sure I learnt my lesson. I pleaded with dad not too but I was quickly pulled over his knee and bath brush spanking started. I completely forgot how heavy this thing was it was massive and the CRACK that came off it echoed and filled the room. Stroke after stroke it burned my bare bottom. Dad still using the same technique from before where he changed the pace of the stroked and would occasionally stop to rub or adjust my newly shaved private. I was a very sorry boy. I apologised to dad but he just kept on going. Dad then produced a piece of paper as if from nowhere and put it down infront of me on the floor. He told me it was a list of rules that I will abide by whilst I’m living under this house and told me to read them out aloud. He stopped spanking as I did so. “1. I am grounded for the next 2 weeks and will not be allowed out of dads sight.” *WHACK* “Yes that’s correct, you are to be grounded and if you need to go anywhere I will be escorting you. You will still go to football practise, but I will make sure you get there and get home straight away.” “2. I now have a bed time curfew of 8pm for the foreseeable future.” *WHACK* “As you are clearly not an adult yet, you will now have an early bed time. I will see that your teeth are cleaned, your lights are out and you’re tucked into bed by then. I will decide when this can change depending on your behaviour.” “3. I will not be allowed to close any doors behind me, even if I am in the toilet.” *WHACK* “So that I can ensure you are not smoking, you will not close any doors behind you at all!” “4. I am only allowed to wear punishment pants around the house.” *WHACK* “Yes, I will provide you with tighty whiteys to wear around the house, so I have quick access to your backside as and when you are naughty!” “5. I will not be permitted to use any electronics including my phone and playstation for the next two weeks.” *WHACK* “Furthermore you will only be allowed to watch the educational tv that I permit.” “6. I will do any chores asked of me and I will ensure my bedroom is clean and tidy at all times.” *WHACK* “Leaving all your washing to your mother and I is going to stop as of now. You need to learn to take responsibility and tidy up after yourself.” “7. Daddy will ensure I am clean inside and out before bed time every night.” *WHACK* “Yes you will be given a bath, your teeth brushed, you will be cleanly shaved and I might even give you an enema.” “8. I will not swear and I will be polite and courteous at all times” *WHACK* “Which reminds me I’ll need to wash your mouth out with soap for all the swearing you’ve been doing during this boy!” “9. If I do extra chores, or things that are not asked of me around the house daddy may reward me by allowing me to wear more clothes, or have more privileges such as use of my phone.” *WHACK* “If you are a good boy, you will be treated like one and you will get more benefits.” “10. Rules are not meant to be broken or else.” *WHACK* “Or else, this happens…” *WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK* Dad spanked me with the bath brush hard and fast, I was pretty much broke when all of a sudden he stopped, and asked me if all the rules were understood. I agreed and he told me to get into the corner hands on head as usual. I could hear dad in the bathroom, he seemed to be pouring a bath. I heard him coming for me and again he took me by the ear to the bathroom and put me in front of the sink. Lathering up a washcloth with soap he told me to open my mouth. I refused, but he held my nose and it was only a matter of time before my mouth opened and he lathered my mouth with soap before telling me to hold the soap bar in my mouth. He said that I needed to be cleaned inside and out for smoking, and all the swearing I was doing. I now seriously regretted swearing during the spanking. The soap tasted hideous but there was nothing I could do about it except stand there. So there I was 19 years old, soap in mouth, hands on head, red ass and shaved. Dad spanked me a few times with his hand when at the sink. The bath was still pouring and dad eventually let me spit the soap out and rinse my mouth, but the taste wouldn’t go away. Next he had me go into the bath, where he washed me to make sure I was clean. It was strange being washed by dad, it was something that hadn’t happened since I was REALLY young. But as he said if I don’t act like an adult I’m not to be treated like one. He made sure he paid extra attention to my cock, balls and crack. It was really embarrassing. Finally he let me stand up and get out the bath as he dried me off. My butt was still stinging, but he reminded me sternly not to touch it and get back into the corner of the living room with my hands again on my head. After what seemed like an age I heard the belt being taken off the loop of my dads trousers from behind me. I shuddered to think what was about to happen. He took me by the ear again and led me to the armchair when he make me lay over. My legs were spread wide on the floor with my kneecaps against the seat and my tummy on the chair where you would normally sit. He positioned me in such a way it made my ass stick right out. He positioned my cock and balls and used the belt to loop them a few times and even rubbed my ass with the belt. I kept try to pre-empt the spanks but couldn’t. Dad was too experienced, he was too good at that. Lifting the leather from my ass, me thinking I was going to get a whipping just for the leather to lightly caress my bum again. Finally though the belting started, and it was hard, it was fast and you got it, it was sore. Dad told me not to move but it was so difficult. I looked like I was trying to have sex with the sofa chair with the way my bum was moving in and out. I couldn’t hold my position, my legs were going all over the place, I put them right back into a plank position at some points as well. Dad used his left hand on my lower back to hold me down on the sofa which made my bum stick out even more. During spanks he would even yell at me to get back into position which I did but not for long as the whacks reigned down on my butt. Finally, dad had given up on the position and took me by the ear back over to the spanking chair. He sat on it and I kneeled infront of him crying and sore. “Okay you have one final spanking coming to you boy and it’s going to hurt, do you hear?” “Yes, daddy” “First I want to hear you repeat any 3 of the rules given to you earlier?” Thankfully I remembered and recited 3 to dad. “Good boy. Tomorrow I want you to memorise the 10 rules and I will test you on them tomorrow, is that understood?” “Yes daddy” “Okay to finish your punishment I want you to ask me to spank you one last time and let me know why you are being spanked.” “Please daddy can you give me one last spanking to ensure I have learnt my lesson and I never smoke again?” “and…” “to make sure my attitude changes?” “Okay then son, I want you to bring me the bath brush, get over my knee and count the strokes. After each stroke I want you to thank me and ask me for another. If you don’t we will start all over. Is that understood?” “Yes, daddy” with that I got up and fetched the hairbrush again and got over daddys knee. This time dad had me over one knee with my 2 legs clamped together and his right leg over them, pinning me down. He asked for my arm and pushed it onto my back. I was stuck, I could not move, dad was completely dominant and I just had to lay there and take what was coming. “Okay you are going to get 1 for every year you were born, got it?” “Yes daddy” *WHACK* down came the bath brush with much more purpose than before “1, thank you daddy, please may I have another” *WHACK* “2 daddy, can I have another” *WHACK**WHACK**WHACK* “WRONG, we are starting again, and remember to thank me and remember to say please!” *WHACK* “1, thank you daddy, please may I have another” … Finally the 19th stroke came and I was bawling in tears and couldn’t put up any more fight. I was broken, and I was finally daddys boy. “Have you learnt your lesson then boy” “Yes daddy, I have” I said through tears. “We will just make sure of that!” *WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK**WHACK* Dad brought the hairbrush down hard and fast as I screamed, cried and tried to kick. Finally he got rid of the brush but started with his hand, eventually the spanks slowed. It felt like hours but was essentially only a minute or 2, the spanks slowed, rhythmically. From having nearly no pauses during the smacks to about 5 seconds and then finally it stopped. Dad was drained, I was even more so. I lay there over his knee sore and broken. He said it hurt him to do that much more than it hurt me. He rubbed my butt, and even put some cream on it. Dad finally let me up sat me on his knee, hugged me and rubbed my bottom. I knew he done it because he loved me and secretly I knew I had deserved it. Finally I was put in the corner for 1 last time to calm me down and to think about what I had done. When dad called me back over he was holding the punishment briefs which he slipped on me and in that moment, I knew I was daddy’s boy.

Does anyone know how to contact the owner(s) of this site? I have sent a couple of messages to the contact email address (southspank@gmail.com) but have not had a response. I assume the owner(s) have profiles on the site -- does anyone know which they are? Thanks, Firmhanded Dad

Just a quick story, never happened, but I'd like it to! I arrived at the appointed time. We had exchanged a lot of e-mails before the day actually came. I had my specific instructions, now it was time to face the music. I rang the bell, then turned away from the door. It was a minute before I heard the door open. Two hands, each holding a patch, came around my head and pressed against my eyes. I could not open my eyes now. I felt a hand grab my belt from behind, and another press against my back, and I was guided through the door backwards. I heard the door close and the click of the lock. My arms were lifted straight up, and my T shirt was slipped off. Hands rubbed my back, abdomen, and chest. A sudden sharp twinge as my nipples were pinched. I yelped, and was rewarded by a sharp smack to my backside. I remembered the rule: Speak only when spoken to. I felt my sandals being slid off my feet, then my belt being undone. My jeans were unzipped and allowed to fall to my ankles. Hands again rubbing my legs, cupping my genitals through my white briefs, rubbing my butt through the thin cotton. Then a quick series of hard slaps rained down on my backside. I remembered the rule and kept quiet. Now it was getting real, those swats stung, even through the jockies. My feet were disentangled from my jeans, there was some more rubbing, then another series of hard swats. A little more rubbing, and the hands slipped inside the elastic of my briefs, and they slid down my legs. More rubbing, cupping, fondling. A finger traced the curve of my butt crack, almost, but not quite slipping in. Without warning, the swats started again, hard, rapid, stinging slaps against my butt cheeks which were starting to sting. My hands were pulled behind my back, and I felt stiff fabric cuffs wrap around my wrists. A hand cupped my testicles, and pulled me forward. I was helpless, unable to do anything but follow the hand that held me. I was led through a series of turns, my feet could feel carpet in some places, cool tile in others. We stopped, and I heard a chair drag across the floor. I was suddenly pulled forward and over his knees. Now the spanking began in earnest, stinging, rapid fire swats which had come in short bursts now continued to punish my tail. I tried to remain stoic, but eventually cried out. My voice had no effect on the hand...the spanking kept on till I was squirming and rolling, trying to avoid the punishment, but failing. Finally, it stopped, and the rubbing began again, gentle, soothing, prying hands and fingers explored my butt. The finger that had traced my butt crack earlier now pushed in, touching, but not penetrating my butt hole. The hands played with my testicles, squeezing til it almost hurt, then relaxing. The hands stopped, I felt his body shift, then return to position. Without warning, my tail exploded into a firey pain as a paddle was applied to my bare skin. With the same rapid fire technique that the hand used, the paddle mercilessly tore up my ass. It must not have been too thick, because the pain was a stinging fire, not a heavy thud. Lots of the strokes landed low on my butt, where thigh meets ass. Sometimes the paddle landed randomly here and there, and sometimes, the same spot was punished 5 or 6 times before moving on to find a new spot to work on. My squirming was even more determined to avoid the burning pain, but was no more effective than it was when the hand was doing the punishing. Finally, it stopped. The hand started rubbing, caressing exploring again. The squeezing of my testicles started, and this time, there was disconcerting discomfort before the hand relaxed. I was guided to my feet, and he stood. He bent me over the back of the chair, and pressed down on my back until I got the message that I was to stay in that position. The cool air against my blistered bottom felt good, but I knew whatever was coming next was not going to feel good. I heard the whoosh just before the leather struck my ass. The sting was incredible, and I straightened up. The hands squeezed my balls again, hard, painfully. He held for a few seconds, then bent me over again. The leather landed again. I remained in position, but cried out. The leather started a steady, unrelenting rythym of pain on my ass. I tried to count, but lost track north of 20. Finally, it stopped. The hand rubbed, caressed, fondled and explored again. I was stood up, and the hand grabbed my balls, and lead me again. I was taken around the turns and different flooring. Then, my hands were released. I heard a door close, and I could sense I was alone. I peeled the patches off of my eyes. I was in a front hall. My clothes were on the floor near me. I dressed, gingerly pulling my underwear and jeans over my throbbing butt. I waited a few minutes, but nothing happened. I pulled open the front door, stepped out, and headed home. It was a truly unique experience. He had never spoke a single word, and I never saw him, or felt anything but his hands. I knew I’d be back.

As I explained in one of my previous posts, I’ve created a spanking profile on gay/SMS dating app PlanetRomeo. It was already after midnight when a twenty-something-year-old boy started a chat. He told me he was excited about my profile and was lying ‘ass up face down’ on his bed, wearing only briefs, imagining I could enter anytime to give him a spanking. I narrated how I would do that and after each message he was getting more excited. After several messages he responded: Please come. Are you serious about this, I asked him. He confirmed. Realising that it would take 25 minutes to get to his place, that it was already 2.00am, and that you never know for sure whether or not you’re chatting with a faker, I hesitated. But he really wanted me to come over and spank him like a little boy. Then—for reasons I cannot fully explain—I decided to take a leap of faith and come his way. He gave me his address and told me he would leave the door to his studio apartment unlocked. When I arrived at the building and rang his door bell, he automatically opened the main door. I went upstairs and arrived at his apartment. Still uncertain what to expect, I opened his door. I entered the room, which was almost fully dark, but the corridor light enlightened the silhouette of a slim boy lying on his bed wearing only black briefs. I stepped into the story he and I had started to write half an hour ago. I closed the door behind me, took off my jacket and shoes, and walked up to the bed. I could hear him breathe. I gently touched his legs and moved my hands up towards his lovely round butts. After pausing for a while, my hands moved up to his back and neck. I moved my head towards his ears and whispered: Are you just lying here naked wearing only briefs? Yeah, he said. Are you being naughty? Yes daddy, he responded. His voice trembled a little. I moved my hands down, lifted up his hips and slowly tried to pull his briefs down. But his briefs got stuck on something. I moved my hands below his hips and identified the obstacle. Are you having a hard-on, I asked? Yes, dad, I’m sorry. In one fast move I took off his briefs, sat down next to him on the bed and gave him two slaps on both of his cheeks. He wiggled and squirmed a little. I will teach you a good lesson, I said, and I continued spanking him. Because I didn’t know how much he could take and because I couldn’t see his face, I spanked him gently. But the whole setting—dark room, midnight, first encounter—made it very exciting. Having spanked him for a while, I turned him around on his back, gently grabbed his face and said: have you learned your lesson yet? Yes daddy, he whispered. Then I gently kissed and caressed him in ways I can’t describe.

Hi Everyone, Sorry I have been absent lately, we have had a whole lot going on here, all from a personal perspective, I have had zero time on the site and I apologize. I also want to thank everyone that has donated to the site, I am picking up emails and if you have not recieved a personal thank you from me, I will get around to it, your support means a whole lot to me and to the site. I hope everyone is well .. as you know today is Sunday, so my own bare bottom spent some qaulity time over my dad's lap and my bottom being displayed in the corner afterwards.  It's a hard life for a boy! .. well his bottom anyway! hugggggiieeeesssssssssssssssss James

So I was chatting to a lovely person on the site last night and I told him a story about a lovely “Uncle” figure I met in Prague in the early 90’s.   He told me that if I didn’t write it up and post it on South Spanking then he would spank me next time I was in his home city. I think he might have slightly misunderstood my inner workings, however I’m writing it up in the hope that when I do see him he will slipper me for my bad spelling.   In the 90’s I lived in Prague, I was young and worked in TV news, I was based in Prague but covered all of Eastern Europe. It was my day off and I was travelling on the Metro, I can’t remember where I was going, anyway I didn’t get there.   As I was exiting the Metro station an older gentleman asked me in German where the Kinského zahrada was. I apologised for my terrible German and tried to explain it to him. When I was not getting anywhere I fell back to “Sprachen ze English?”. He said very slowly and carefully “Yes I do, is your English better than your German?” I replied that yes my English was not bad considering although my teachers at my prep and public schools did not consider it so.   I explained that he had to go to the Tram Stop and get a number 18 (I think, I knew at the time but don’t use this story for public transport guidance) Tram in the direction Andel, but that on his map it was still marked as Moscova. I told him I was going to Smichov and I would show him what tram to get on and travel with him part of the way. Which I confess was very patronising of me, but he did not seem to mind.   We had to wait for the tram and we got to talking, he was an engineer from Berlin and I told him what I was doing in Prague. Then he said “You said you went to a Public school, tell me about it.”   I told him about it, how I had not really enjoyed it and how I had “Run away and joined the circus” at age 16 to get away from it.   He asked me if I had ever got the cane as a punishment, I was a little embarrassed and I sort of mumbled that yes I had. He said “But there is no shame in it surely”. I told him that I hated it because of the shame and because we were made to feel that we were being whacked because we had done an awful thing that was shameful. When we got to his stop I said I would walk to the park with him if he wanted. He said he would enjoy it very much.   As we were walking he asked me again about being caned at school, I was starting to detect that he was not just curious but that it was “Special” to him. I told him about the canings we got in the fourth and fifth year, how the housemaster would come in the last five minutes of prep and ask you to go and get changed into pyjamas and meet him in the showers. Then he would ask you to face the sinks and bend over. Then he would whack you with a cane he had hidden somewhere.   By this time we were sitting on a bench in the park and I was looking straight ahead and not looking at him. I decided to tell him, I thought he was either interested in spanking or an actual spanking enthusiast, I decided that if he cried out “You pervert” or was obviously offended, I could always run faster than he could, after all he would leave the city in a few days and it was not as if I would have to avoid him.   I told him that what I really wanted to do was to be slippered or caned on the bare behind. When he said “that is quite normal, do you like to be treated as a small boy?”   I sort of exploded, yes I like to be treated as if I’m 8 years old and with a very strict uncle who does not really tell me off but slippers me on the bare behind, always in private but for little things like messy eating.   He said “Well I would like to be that Uncle”. Then he took my hand and we walked across the park together ..   Now of course it might have been more complex than that, I might have been more stuttery and not so cool about it, however the outcome was the same.   We came to an ice cream stall and he told me to sit down on a bench, he went and bought two ice creams. When he came back to me he told me to hold the icecreams while he tucked a napkin under my chin. It was the most amazing experience I had ever felt, he was actually treating me like an 8 year old ..   I left it a minute or so, then I pulled out the napkin then some of the ice cream spilt on my shirt.   “Jason I’m sorry but I’m going to have to slipper you for that.”   I pretended to be downcast and said “Shall we go back to your hotel Uncle?” (we had already decided we could not go to mine as I shared with someone else)   “Not at all Jason, we will deal with that later .. We have lots of things to see today.”   So he dragged me round the city like a bored 8 year old, we had dinner in a small pizza restaurant and he put a napkin in my collar again, this time I was “Good”.   Eventually we went to the Forum, it was slightly embaressing because in those days before mobile phones I had to call in to the office and I had to add the Forum and room number to the list of my “Emergency numbers” I told them my uncle was visiting and we would be sitting up late chatting.   Uncle then said “Well young man it’s time for our little talk, I have put a pair of pyjamas and a towel in the bathroom, please have a shower and then put on the pyjamas and stand in the corner HERE.” and he pointed to the ground in the corner by the window.   I got undressed, used the toilet (sitting down of course) and then quickly showered and put on his pyjamas and ran to the corner like a frightened rabbit.   All I can say is that it’s lucky he had brought his slippers with him on holiday, I’m not sure I would have done .. he called me over and while he sat on the corner of the bed put me over his knee .. with the pyjamas still up .. He whacked me six times on the bottom with the slipper and then told me to go back to the corner. Five minutes later he called me back and as I stood in front of him he pulled down my pyjamas .. then he gave me my first pants down slippering of my life .. Then another one .. then one bent over a chair (6 of the best, it hurt a lot).   Then he told me to go to bed, and I went to get in the double bed .. No I was to go home and go to bed .. and come back tomorrow morning at 8am and we would go out for the day .. if I was a minute late he would slipper me again.   I went home and came back exactly as he told me to, except that of course I was EXACTLY one minute late. He walloped me again and then we went out for our day out. It was the same as the day before, just perfect he was the perfect uncle to an 8 year old .. Even one with a sore bottom .. he did ask me how it was a few times.   When we got back to the Forum the concierge intercepted us as we arrived, there was a message for me to call the office immediately. I had to drive to Romania that evening, I scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to uncle, apologised, ran out of the hotel and never saw him again.   Such a lovely man, such a lovely experience.  

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!

‘You’re getting the hairbrush and corner time’     OR ‘Time for the strap son, now go wait in the corner’   OR ‘Fetch the paddle NOW’   Come on Dads!   Why can’t we boys pick our own punishment, why can’t it be:   ‘Do you want the paddle or my hand ‘  OR ‘Do you need some corner time’      OR ‘Do you deserve punishment’    OR ‘hugs or spanking Son’   See .. we could pick!