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Hello everyone, I know there are still some issues, since the crash.  I will be free in a couple of days from now, to begin work, getting things back functioning correctly. Part of that work will be refreshing the server, updating the OS and setting up email verification and email password resets. There will be some downtime, but I think we can all agree it will be worth it. My thanks to everyone for their pateince, especially our admins, helping out at a very difficult time for me. I will update you when there will be downtime in advance and setup a seperate status page. Also do remember naughty boys get spanked .. especailly Jonny!   hugs   James  

You may have known him as Ben or Ben Bear or Onkel Ben or Onkel Chen, or by his given name ‘Benjamin’ – I knew him as all of those but to me he was always ‘Onky’ – and that is how I addressed him, even when I was over his lap.   The one thing I want to tell you is that he taught me true respect and humility and I want to echo his thoughts on this because honestly, we should all listen.  Life is short, we will never always agree with one another and sometimes we can get mad or emotional about things, and quite often those things we get mad about are ‘little things.’  Let it go guys, and move on, life is precious.   He was more than just a member of this community and he was very much loved.    His memory will be honored on the site and I know he enjoyed it very much.   He was fun and quirky, that is for sure and I will share a few cherished moments.   The first time I met him here in Phoenix, we hugged and his hand patted the seat of my shorts, a few times, almost as if to say ‘we are friends but I can and I will spank your bottom’.   Two hours later and without going into detail as to why, I found my ear grabbed, taken to the spanking chair and my shorts and briefs were lowered at a speed that I could not believe.  I was soundly spanked and the lesson was repeated in the morning.   He is also (other than Denis) the only other person that has administered a review and punishment session.  A couple of years ago when he visited, Denis had hurt his arm and was wearing a sling.  He asked Onky if he would deal with me and of course he was only too happy to oblige.   Let me tell you, when Onky said ‘No rubbing’ in the corner he meant it 100%, and when I did, it was more spanking and the corner time restarted to zero.   I remember him for the man he was, for the respect I had for him and for the cherished moments I will never forget we had together.   Rest In Peace Onky, you are in our hearts and in our minds and were and are very much loved.   Xxxx   James

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

Some Spanking encounters end wrong, just wrong. The Spanking could even have been well administered, but there's just something missing. In our experience, it's the post-Spanking warning, lecturing, and talkin'-to that's so critical to sewing things up and puttin' a bow on it.     Often times Daddys (or even just Tops/Doms) don't really know how to get there. This is where the boy can help.    Here's a few tips on how to get Daddy "there."  For boys, after you are paddled, don't just stand there. Provoke him to react to your feelings. You may be very sore. You may be very upset or shaken up if he paddled you hard. Say so, "You Spanked way too hard. I didn't do anything!" or "That hurt." or "You didn't need to use the Bathbrush. I was gonna do it anyway."   I'm Listening Now, Sir.       This ends up being less rhetorical and ends up making Daddy have to respond: "Well, I wouldn't have to Spank so hard if you listened. When I tell you to come here, you come here now." Or "It hurts because you upset Daddy. You basically made me Spank you like that. I think you owe me an apology." Or "You got the Bathbrush across your backside for mouthing off and defying my direct instructions. I don't ever want to hear you do that again. Do you understand me?" It's more a matter of making a bruised boy or a Daddy startled by what it takes out of himself to paddle your bottom feel heard and responded to.     In the .gif above (pronounced Jiff! May the founder of .gif rest in power!), I see myself, sans the flat abs. In the moment, that "Bathbrush Talk" is something you as the boy cannot take your eyes off of. That's the brush that just damaged your backside. That's the brush that got your attention. That's the brush just Spanked the bejesus right outta ya.   Thankfully, when the Daddy is able to put words to use after a Spanking, the moment sears more deeply into the boy's brain, not just his bottom. When the boy is pulling up his briefs--or when Daddy pulls them up (my Daddys often pull up my briefs because I get far too shaken up by a Hairbrush or Bathbrush paddling)--the lecture helps remind him as much as the painful legloops of his 'pants hugging his red, red fanny. Watching the .gif above, can't you just feel the 'pants coming up over your red, sore bottom? I shore can. The feeling is real bad, and it hurts, but remember the human mind has a built in "forgetting" mechanism when it comes to pain. So you'll forget your Spanking sometime soon. But you are much less likely to forget the post-Spanking talkin'-to if Daddy employs it.    And Daddy's "Paddle Talk" doesn't have to be complicated either. It can be as simple as, asking a series of questions. Try a call and response approach: "Am I ever gonna have to do this again to you?"  "Are you sorry for what you did? Are you?"  "Are we done with your mouthing off?"  "What do you have to say for yourself?" "Look at me when you answer me." "Look me straight in the eyes and say that again." Honestly, the variety will help make the moments after The Spanking more memorable, more special, more important.     A quick warning: not all boys are responsive to lecturing, so be sure to plan ahead by texting with your boy or emailing so you know fully that he is responsive. Otherwise, it can feel flat and inauthentic. With that said, give it a whirl! Learn by doing. Don't think about it. Try it out. See what works for you.   Please comment below or email us with your ideas. ______________________________________ Follow Cornertime Confidential Wherever You Are:   Tumblr  ∙  SouthSpanking ∙  Blogger  ∙  WordPress  

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

A spanking is much more effective if the person being spanked is embarrassed and humiliated during the spanking.   My spanking friend Jordan once told me that the pain of a spanking is temporary but the shame of a spanking lasts forever.   Jordan's dad knew this and so did the teachers where I went to high school.   The embarrassment and humiliation of a spanking lasts long after the sting of the spanking fades away.   That's why Jordan's dad spanked him naked in the living room in front of his younger brothers and even his own friends, and that's why the teachers in school paddled a guy in front of the entire class.   In fact the gym teachers often waited to paddle a guy until he was buck ass naked in the showers.   Jordan told me how embarrassed he was when he got a boner before his spanking and it ended up pulled back between his legs for his brothers or friends to see as he bucked and squirmed over his dad's knees.   As he kicked and squirmed, even his butt hole was on display.   Likewise when a guy in school had to bend over, grab his ankles, and spread his legs wide apart for a paddling in the locker room, his dick, balls and his hole were in full view of the entire class.   Those teachers always made a show out of paddling a guy's ass.     The photo above from the web shows the way a guy had to "assume the position" for a paddling in the high school locker room if he got paddled in the showers!    There were four classes of 25 students taking gym and showering at the same time, everyone naked, all watching the show the teacher was putting on spanking the guy!   You could see his dick and balls dangling down between his legs, his face looking back and even his butt hole exposed!   Everyone watching was excited.  The paddled guy's humiliation was a major part of his punishment!   Then he had to go back and finish his shower with his red paddled ass on display for everyone to tease him about!   Yes it was all about public humiliation!     The spanking chair helps expose a "boy" being spanked, making a show out of his spanking, adding to his shame and humiliation. That in turn makes him remember the spanking long after the pain of the spanking goes away.   The shame of the spanking will be remembered every time he sees his friends or siblings knowing they saw him spanked in such a humiliating way.  Every time they see him, a smirk will spead across their faces and they will think about his red spanked bottom, and how exposed he was.   That image of him will be burned into their minds forever, and they'll always remember how he was stripped naked and spanked.  He'll remember just how humiliating it was and they'll remember just how hilarious it was!     A guy can be spanked in the spanking chair, or it can be used to completely expose him during corner time.        Here I am kneeling on the spanking chair prior to a spanking.  I'm totally aware my bottom is sticking out just begging to be spanked.      ​   Another humiliating use of the Spanking Chair is to have me spread my cheeks  for a "groove spanking"!   A wooden spoon or a thin lightweight belt would be an effective implement for a spanking in this most tender area!   Any audience will be highly entertained listening to me howl and watching me squirm as I'm warned not to let go and keep my cheeks spread wide apart. Making me participate in my own punishment and humiliation makes the spanking that much more effective for me and makes it that much more amusing for anyone watching!   If I fail to keep myself fully exposed, the "groove spanking" will start over again!  You can also make me stand on the Spanking Chair calling even more attention to my humiliating predicament.  This puts my exposure right at an audience's eye level.   If my friend's were there they would never let me forget the view they had of my dangling balls and my butt hole!   ​  ​​ Kneeling on the spanking chair with a red bottom knowing the spanking is far from over. What I really deserve is to be buck ass naked on the Spanking Chair in front of several of my own friends who are grinning from ear to ear and  enjoying the show.   From that day on they'll know exactly how I GET SPANKED!  I haven't spent time on the "Spanking Chair" in front of a grinning and smirking audience yet, but perhaps someday I will.   For all the times in my youth, I enjoyed watching my friends get spanked  knowing my own bottom was relatively safe from a spanking, It would be poetic justice to find out exactly what that humiliation feels like!   I certainly deserve to spend some quality time, kneeling and standing on the Spanking Chair!   Buck ass naked and totally exposed for everyone to see! Check out my other blog entries here: https://southspanking.com/groups/need2botk/adblog/

You Should  Spank Me Over Your Knees Like a Naughty Little Boy! If you didn't see Part 2 that I posted earlier this week:  Link for Part 2 - Strip Me Naked One of the most humiliating ways to spank a grown man in to bend him over your knees, buck ass naked, and spank him like a naughty little boy!  Since the humiliation of a spanking is what I crave most, that's the way I should be spanked!   While there are several humiliating ways to spank me, this is the way a naughty boy gets spanked and spanking a grown man in this juvenile way is certainly embarrassing.   There's a feeling of helplessness as I'm dangling over a man's knees.  It's easy to control me if I try resisting, merely by pinning my arm behind my back.   My legs can also be pinned and splayed wide apart exposing my most private parts adding more to my shame!    My big bare bottom thrust up high in the air, a perfect target for you to spank, and if you're tall my feet and hands won't even be able to touch the floor making me feel even more childish! (As I post face pictures, it's likely that someone who knows me will recognize me in the photos I upload.   If someone recognizes me, I think I'm actually hoping they will insist on giving me the naked public spankings I've always deserved! If that happens, I want to make sure they aren't shy and that they know I deserve to have them strip me and spank me in the most humiliating way and they should even nvite some other friends to participate to add to my shame!  The photos in these posts, unless noted in the captions are naked photos of me.)    Here I am being spanked over the knees of a much younger man.  I'm completely naked and feel foolish and like a naughty little boy!  Not only that, but it looks like I'm getting "excited" by being spanked. I'm sure the young man can feel my boner pressing against his leg and he'll be determined to use that paddle on my bottom until he feels it go away!   He's instructed me to spread my legs wide apart so I'm completely exposed during my spanking!    That adds even more to my humiliation, especially if there's an audience there!  He was 24 years old and I was 48.  It's very humiliating for a grown man to be spanked by someone half his age. But it just proves that you're never too old for a spanking!    The young spanker has me march naked across the room to bring him the next paddle he's going to spank me with.    It's humiliating knowing he's enjoying the sight of my red bottom wiggling as I walk across the room and that I'm obediently retrieving the next implement he's going to use to spank me with!   For me it adds to my embarrassment having to fetch the paddle naked and hand it to you.  You might also make me ask to be spanked every time you change implements. Making me tell you how much I deserve a long hard spanking with it!  I'm sure you'd enjoy hearing me admit out loud how even I think I should be given a spanking. It becomes especially embarrassing for me if other people I know are standing there listening to me beg for the spanking!    When you spank me, you might turn the paddle the other way to make sure every inch of my bottom is spanked good and red. This is especially effective for spanking the inner cheeks.  The area inside my butt crack.  Spread them apart and make them just as red as the rest of my bottom!  Or even run the edge of the paddle through my butt crack .   It reminds me just how exposed I am when I feel the paddle run through my crack and over my hole!   This young spanker knows from the personal experience of being on the receiving end of a spanking just what an erogenous zone the butt hole is!    He's rubbing the paddle back and forth over my hole and getting great satisfaction as he feels my dick get hard and begin to throb against his leg!   He knows I'm getting closer and closer to the edge and that I'm hoping I don't ejaculate just from the spanking I'm getting!  Especially if there's an audience watching!   That would be the ultimate shame for me - to  c.u.m  just from getting a spanking in front of my friends!  He's probably hoping to make me endure that shame and then the rest of the spanking will hurt ten times worse!   A spanking always hurts more after you c.u.m.   This young man is developing quite the boner himself, having an older guy like me naked over his knees for an embarrassing spanking!  It always turns me on knowing the spanker is turned on making my bottom red and sore!   Don't be shy about fondling and groping me during the spanking.  It will add even more to my humiliation if you're bold enough to reach between my legs and grab onto my "boy parts" and pull them back between my legs so everyone has a good view of them as you spank me!   Don't hesitate to grab and squeeze my bottom as you're spanking me!    Or even pull my cheeks apart so my most private place is exposed!   My butt hole!       The spanker below surprises me by reaching between my wide spread legs and grabbing and pulling on my dick!    I have no choice but to allow him to grope and fondle me as my spanking progresses.     Notice my positioning so my feet don't touch the floor making me feel like a helpless child as my legs flail around during my spanking.      Here he grabs and tugs on my balls between spanking me! It's all very humiliating!     To my horror, all this fondling starts to give me a boner!  I've always been afraid to have someone realize that getting a spanking makes my dick hard!   So you should do whatever you can to make me endure the shame of getting a boner while you spank me!  And when I do, be sure to tell everyone watching that my dick is getting hard and make sure everyone teases me about it! This spanker is fondling my balls as I'm obviously getting aroused over his knees!  And yes, there were a few other men there watching me get spanked and it added to my humiliation knowing they all saw that getting a spanking made my dick hard!    Feel free to grab and squeeze my bare red bottom during the spanking and spread my cheeks apart to expose my butt hole.  It adds to my shame and my punishment when I know everyone is looking right there and enjoying my total exposure!  A boy getting spanked doesn't deserve any modesty. Expose me and humiliate me!    If I'm tied down I can't even do anything if you rub your fingers through my crack and probe my hole! The humiliation is part of my punishment!  As an older teen, I sure enjoyed when a guy had to bend over and grab his ankles for the paddle, naked in the locker room.    His dick, balls and hole were exposed to everyone in the locker room when he had to spread his legs wide apart!   I often wondered what he felt like being exposed that way.  I always avoided that humiliation back then, but now it's my turn to be on the receiving end of that humiliating exposure!     In this photo the spanker is actually fingering my butt hole!   And yes there are other men there watching!  Embarrassment and humiliation are part of the punishment!    Don't be afraid to pull my cheeks apart and spank me right on my hole.   A hole spanking is both humiliating and painful!   Every part of my butt should be spanked bright red and that includes my crack and butt hole!     Yes, naked exposure is a key element in making a spanking effective for someone like me, so don't be shy.   Position me in ways that expose me in a most blatant way!  Especially if you brought a few buddies along to enjoy my shame!  Here are a few more pictures of me during an over the knee spanking with my face showing to increase the chances of someone recognizing me!  Getting naked yourself can also add to my humiliation.     Here I am naked over the young spanker's knees while he's also naked.   Our bare crotches are pressing against each other.  I can feel his arousal as he gets boned from spanking me and he feels my own boner pressing into his own lap!   It's not nearly as embarrassing for him to be aroused dishing out a spanking as it is for me to have a boner getting a spanking!  It's also turning me on even more knowing it's exciting him making my ass red with the paddle!     Another photo showing just how aroused the young man gets, taking a paddle to an old man's  ass and turning it good and red!  It definitely excites me too, knowing this young man is enjoying giving me a spanking!   The view the other men watching had of my face and buck ass naked shame as I got the spanking of my life over another man's knees at age 57!   No, a guy like me is never too old for a spanking!  I did manage to look up briefly, a couple of times, and some guys had looks of awe on their faces seeing me getting spanked so hard, and others has smug grins of satisfaction knowing I was finally getting the punishment I always deserved!   Having other see not only my red bottom  but also see my face and shame is key to an effective punishment spanking.    I posted this photo recently, but here it is again because it's essential that I have to endure the shame of facing the spanker and any audience.  Completely exposed and have to say out loud that I deserve a spanking!   It's that humiliation that I'm going to remember long after the sting of the spanking fades away!  Here I am standing in front of an audience with a bald dick the spanker just shaved in front of everyone as part of my punishment, being lectured like a naughty little boy as I'm nervously waiting to be bent over this man's knees to get my bare bottom truly blistered with that lexan paddle!  The lecture, suspense and dread are all part of the punishment and the so is the anticipation of the audience eager to see me get my comeuppance!         I have no choice but to do as I'm told as I'm ordered to stand on display as everyone admires the spanker's handiwork! He warned me before the spanking started that I wasn't going to get my clothes back until he was good and ready. He made good on his promise!   I had to stay totally naked in front of everyone with my bright red bottom on display for over an hour, while they all enjoyed my naked humiliation!  Naked exposure and humiliation are an essential part of any spanking!     If you recognize me in my posts, contact me and tell me that it's time for my spanking, order me to report to you and invite some other friends we know to join in on your fun.  The audience will make it more humiliating for me.   Strip me buck ass naked and make me endure that ultimate spanking humiliation. A spanking in front of people I know and have to face on a regular basis!  I'm sure you've often thought I deserved an embarrassing spanking so see to it that I finally get that humiliating spanking that you always wanted to give me and we both know I deserve. My face will burn with shame when you contact me, but what will really burn is my bottom when you and each and every one of you spank me!  Every time we see each other I will remember the shame of being spanked and put on display.  And all of you will remember the excitement and satisfaction of having me naked, at your mercy and under your control!  Yes, none of us will ever forget the day you stripped me buck ass naked, bent me over your knees and spanked me like a naughty little boy! Link to Part 4 - What Got Me Into Mouthsoaping: The Young Guy At Work    

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I am amazed to find us already in 2020 - the beginning of a new decade! I wish everyone a very prosperous new year, and remember when things don’t go your way, it just means it’s a bad day – not a bad life 😊 I want to share the funniest thing I have heard so far this year – if Twitter, Face-book and YouTube became one company you would have ‘You Twit Face’ – Priceless! I don’t and never have really considered myself to be the ‘site owner’ – I think of myself as an administrator, because without you, the members there is no site.  So please accept my thanks and hugs to all of you for being part of this site and community. There are so many of you I want to thank personally, but the list would be never ending!  That said there are a few of you I do want to say a special thanks to (not in any order). Isma – Your work is amazing and we all truly appreciate your efforts, you make us smile, and not just as an artist, you have an awesome personality. Tinj – You share some fantastic videos and again we all appreciate you for doing so, thank you so much! Mr Olly – A true gentleman, the pictures you share with us and your comments are wonderful, we really appreciate you. NorCal – Thank you for your insights and observations, I am truly grateful.  Also, you have a great sense of humor! OnkelChen – For being warm hearted, a good listener, not believing in review sessions and only spanking when there is a full moon. AC – I mean what amazing images to wake up to, I love my good mooning pictures – and for being such a fan of the site. Max Hause – Well for being just you Max, a wee scamp that needs a lot of spankings! Amsterdad – A true top and Dad, one of the very few that quickly put me in my place, but one with a lot of emotional intelligence. Baltic – Your wit and genuine opinions shine. There are so very many more - Sussex Peter, FL Bully, Wailer, Toronto Dad, Charles ,Adam, Fletcher Bengel … and I apologize if you are not listed, I could never finish if I tried to! And also, Studio’s - Thank you for sharing your preview clips and for supporting this site, a special thanks goes to John from CP4men. I will be updating everyone on what’s happening and new with the site throughout the year. Hugs – spanks – and more spanks James

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

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

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