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I was 22, fresh out of college and had landed my first real grown-up job.  I realized from the job interview itself that my future boss, a 44 yr old, trim, married man with two college-age daughters was attracted to me.  Hell, guys, at 22 I was 5'9", 145 lbs, with a shock of curly black hair, ebony eyes and a smooth, firm butt.  I was no Rock, Rory or Tab but I had what my boss later described as a certain Greco-Roman appeal. So, yes, I flirted with him to jet the job.  The flirting came easy since all my fantasies from grammar school up to the present time involved being bare-ass spanked across the knee of an older male authority figure.  And he certainly fit the bill. Up to this point that's all they were - just fantasies. I had had some minor sexual experiences in college but was still too embarrassed to bring up the subject of spanking. As soon as he told me I had the job, I decided that if this man wants to get into my pants, he is going to have to take them down and spank me first. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes of the job.  He hovered over me and managed to put his arm around my shoulder while at my desk - careful to check my work only when the other two members of the office staff were out to lunch, of course. During one of our many private and innuendo-filled conversations, I told him how much he reminded me of my real Dad who was only 3 yrs older than he was,  He was a little put off by the "Dad" comparison until I mentioned how affectionate and loving my Dad was. And how much I admired and respected him - even when he felt the need to spank me. (There, I had finally said the word out loud. There was no stopping me now.) He assumed I meant some mild swats across my 5 or 6 year old ass but I corrected him immediately.  I told him my Dad always put me across his knee and smacked my bare butt when I deserved it; that I had been spanked that way all through high school and even once in my sophomore year of college..  I was making it all up as I went along.  My Dad never laid on hand on me although I fantasized about that a lot. I think he found my high school and college spankings hard to reconcile but the thought of a man's hand on my bare ass certainly aroused him. He smiled and said "Well now I know how to handle you when you screw up at the office". I smiled back.  "You'd have my Dad's blessing, I'm sure." "I'll remember that". Nothing more was said about it for a few weeks and I had given up hope.  But then I finally did screw up at the office Nothing major but a real nuisance.  He called me into his office and explained my mistake to me and showed me how to correct it.  I apologized profusely and promised it would never happen again.   "Okay, you can go now." DAMN! he'd forgotten. "That's a relief", I said.  "I thought maybe you were going to spank me." I think he realized for the first time that our previous conversation was not an idle one - that I would not only accept a bare-ass spanking from him but that I really wanted it. With a little glint in his eye, he said, "That's still a possibility.  I'm considering it and I'll let you know by the end of the end of the day". I could hardly concentrate on my work for the rest of the day.  All I could think about was that IT might finally happen for real. At 5 minutes of 5PM, he came out of his office carrying his briefcase and wearing his coat.  My hopes were dashed once again. But he stopped by my desk and asked if I could possibly come into work on Saturday. he wanted to go over my error again without any other interruptions. I agreed immediately.  He told me to dress casually since we'd be alone. it was only Wednesday and I had to spend the next few days imagining all sorts of outcomes for our Saturday session.  Will he actually just explain my error again?  Will he try to have sexual relations?  Or will he, as I hoped, take down my pants and tight-whites, put me over his knee and give me the sound spanking I'd been dreaming about for the last 15 or so years? I wore a brand new pair of tight-whites and my tightest jeans with a tee on Saturday. I didn't comb my hair too carefully and let some of it fall in front of eyes.  I was sitting on the floor in the hall when he arrived.  He  wore light summer slacks and a short-sleeved pullover. He unlocked the front door of the office and we went in.  I noticed that he locked the door again but I didn't say anything. "Did you want me to get out my ledger book, Sir? "That won't be necessary, son". "Didn't you want to explain my error to me again?" "I've already explained it to you". "Then why are we here, Boss?"  I really wanted the full treatment so I played it naively. "You know perfectly well why we're here -alone". "I think I know but I'm not quite sure." "What do you think you know?" I still wasn't sure whether he meant sex or spanking or possibly both. So I took the lead. "I think you're going to spank me for what I did wrong just like my Dad used to". "Remind me, son! How did your dad do it?" "He would take my pants and underpants down and put me across his lap and smack my bare ass with his hand." "Weren't you embarrassed to be treated like that in college?" "A little, Sir, but it was for my own good and the fact that he still disciplined me showed me that he really cared." "I care too." "I sensed that in your right away." "What happened after the spanking?" "I would hug and kiss him to show that I still loved him, and sometimes he would rub my bare ass to help ease the sting".  I was getting used to saying "ass" instead of butt or bottom.  "Spank" and "ass" were two words that always got me aroused. "I'd be happy to massage your ass." "I'd like that. I'd do my best to show my appreciation." "How?" "Any way you'd like".  If I actually got spanked today I'd be ready for anything. "May I make a suggestion, Sir?  I wouldn't want to wrinkle those nice pants of your by squirming over your lap.  Perhaps, it would be best if you took them off first." "You first, son." I pulled my tee over my head and flung it on a nearby table. I kicked off my shoes and put them aside.  I removed my socks and put them on top of my tee.  I unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans, stepped out them and kicked them out of the way.  I was now standing in front of a very lustful older man wearing only my brand-new Fruit of the Looms - so thin and tight that you could see my ass right through them.  I was tenting, of course, and I had an appropriate wet spot. "The briefs too, son." I turned around and slowly slid my undies to the floor.  I bent over to pick them up and show him my full ass at the same time. He got up and turned me around and saw my extended cock for the first time.  He leaned in to kiss me but I told him I only kissed my Dad after he spanked me. He undressed in a hurry to reveal striped boxer shorts and his own tent. "I've never spanked anyone before", he said. "Neither did my Dad before me and he learned fast." He had a two-seater vinyl couch in his office and I told him to sit down.  When he did, I walked over to him and draped myself across his knee.  It was the very first time I was ever in that position and I was so revved up that I just blurted out "Spank me, Boss and hard. You won't regret it." Who ever forgets that very first spank?  I know I never will.  The first one was gentle but warm.  "Don't be gentle, Boss. Really smack my ass". He started to spank me slowly and my ass started to squirm.  This was the reality and it was far more exciting than any fantasy I had ever had.  I think the sight of my ass turning pink really excited him too. He began to spank harder and faster. "Am I learning fast?" "You're getting there." Every time he asked me if I'd had enough I said no. I wanted this to go on and on and on till I was sobbing but I was afraid it would turn him off.  When I thought that HE had had enough, I told him to stop. I stood up and rubbed my ass.  Sheeepishly, I thanked him for caring.  And told him I expected a spanking whenever he thought it would do us both some good. Now what happened after that is not a fit subject for this site, So I will leave all of that to your imagination. Suffice it to say that we got together almost every Saturday morning.  The spankings got harder and harder.  Eventually he put up with my squirming and whimpering and promising to do better becausehe knew how affectionate I was after a good hard spanking. And he taught me  a lot about showing my appreciation.  This went on for a little more than two years when I got a better job. I have only one regret.  After about 8 months of this, he mentioned to me that he had told his wife that he had spanked a young man in his office a "few" times and that she would like to meet me.  He invited me to dinner at his home.  I knew nothing about his home life but I guess it was kind of open and kinky. I finally knew the full feeling of embarrassment.  My whole body flushed and I stammered that I didn't think that was a good idea.  So I never met her. I'm sorry now that I never went because I now had a brand-new unfulfilled fantasy - being spanked bare-ass across my boss' lap while his wife watched and encouraged him. Embarrassment was and always will be a major part of a spankee's fantasy.

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.                    

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’

Essential these are some of the reponses to email my Dad sent, when we were intially getting to know one another.  I figured some of you might enjoy them and of course it gives some insight into the Dad/Son relationship we have.   ‘You won’t need to be anyone other than yourself and who you really are knowing that times you'd be hugged and cuddled in bed as you fall asleep in my arms would also be matched by time when I'd know you need to be over my knees.  It would be a normal partnership to all outside eyes, but you would be well aware that in our house we have a paddle.’     ‘Yep, I saw no potential incompatibility areas as we look at things and we ponder what is best for both of us.  Your dreams as to boundaries corrections, punishments, reviews, and "just when you need them" trips over my knees (each different) will all take place with your bottom bare and you are encouraged to share your hopes and desires both positive and negative ones as you wish. ‘     ‘Impressive as your investigatory skills are, I suspect that at this point in our discussion, were you here where you belong, your briefs, if you still had any on at this time Sunday evening, would be coming down slowly, for a nice “excessive computer time” infraction spanking!  I’m sure after a half hour or so of wiggling over my knees, your ouch yells and please yells too would maybe be able to convince me to stop spanking you and let you cuddle in my arms in front of the TV instead?  Might Dad kindly and oh, so ever gently, invite you to look at the yellow highlight at the bottom of this message?’     ‘But I suspect you would not want anyone, not just your mother, to notice your red eyes and ask that question?  Certainly this “red eyes” factor is crucial to your happy life, as a son, so we must solve your problem.  The only solution is a practical experiment whereby Dad spanks his loving son several times until his tears leave him with red eyes and then you, the boy, times how long your eyes remain with tell-tale redness giving your situation away to Mom and outsiders.  I recommend twenty times and we simply take the average of the times it takes for the redness to disappear?  That way Junior will know exactly how early prior to a visit, you will know you need to behave.  Yep, I know you will want to know this important factor in life’     ‘Yes, the certainty of this will make things very clear, but if you break a rule, you can explain yourself as I pull down your briefs and spank you anyway.   Might be hard to sob and speak your piece but you are welcome to try.’     ‘It is true as your dad, I will take a certain amount of pride in bringing you up in the time-honoured tradition of baring your bottom and pulling you across my knees where you will most easily respond to lessons.  It depends on how quickly you learn but you’ve been holding back emotionally on lots of things.  A nice little talk, Dad to Son, is, unfortunately, way overdue’     ‘That is correct!  The time dad spends with you as your bottom is bared or all your clothes are removed and/or you're in the corner, is very important.  Dad never rushes but when Dad does put you over his knees, you will always know that you are going to be in that position for a very long time.  That is simply the way your own Dad gives them to you.’     ‘I suspect you're right about this.  How you say something might give you some concern on some topics, but being yourself, accepting the consequences, and having a great life are yours for the taking.  The tenderness is what you've missed the most.  And yes, that tenderness will also be there when you're a bit red you know where.  Life will come together.’     ‘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.’     ‘It’s your dad’s role to insure you are always on your best behaviour, with a good positive attitude, and moving forward.  When your paddle sits out where it’s always visible, I’m sure you’ll stay on your toes and never forget what is expected of you.’     ‘In domestic relationships that are real, going over my knees before bed as I’m sitting on the end of the bed looking at you is not unusual at all.  I though you knew that? How would you like them to happen?  Your night-time kiss and embrace with a red face and red bottom will make you feel complete and much better, don’t you think?’     ‘Dad will always give you the spanking you have earned and never stop spanking or paddling or giving your bare bottom the hairbrush Dad judges you need period.  Always remember your spanking will at some point end and you’ll be hugged and comforted and yes, loved until you know you will always have a dad who loves and cares for you, even if I have to do it several times a day just to get through to you.’     ‘Unfortunately, the hairbrush was designed to be used on a young man’s bare bottom.  The paddle or strap might be used on a boy’s briefs or jeans at least initially in his punishments, but not the hairbrush’.       ‘Yes, and your very sincere replies while my hand is pausing on your sore bare bottom will make it really obvious that your word choices are always important as a pause is a pause and it's definitely not over!’     ‘Yes, our focus in everything is on the future for, as the old Scottish saying goes, "boys learn, as bottoms burn."  You can blame it on your ancestors who obviously foretold of your coming.  "Predestined" as the Scottish Presbyterians blame on everything.  Possibly that will provide some comfort when I can't hear you pleading me to put down the _____?’      ‘I am not the type of Dad (or man) to ask you to do many things very often, or at all, but your focus will have to quickly become on little things and more likely miss a normal voiced “come here a minute,” or “let’s go.”  On those occasions I expect you do that and obey immediately.  If you miss it, you might very well hear me say, “OK, we’re late but pull your jeans and briefs down and get over the back of the couch to get a few.”  It only takes a couple of swats with your paddle on your bare bottom to get some red and watery eyes before you hear, “OK, pull them up, we’re leaving now.”  James will learn obedience quickly.’

So here is an interesting topic and I am fascinated to see what you guys think about it.   The question is really aimed at Dads/Uncles and Tops but of course a boy’s perspective is always welcomed.   You have been communicating with a boy for some time, and have agreed that either you will visit him for a few days or he will visit you.    During your online communications you have become friends and have a number of interests in common, and will enjoy some planned activities together, for example hiking, movies etc.   How would you handle your first face to face interaction?  Would you set down the law in no uncertain terms of expectations and consequence’s and remain in complete charge the entire time or would you turn it on and off, as an example you might be the disciplinarian only for certain times during the day and perhaps use a keyword when you are in Dad mode such as calling him ‘boy’ as opposed to by his first name?   Would you give him an introduction spanking with or without corner time?   Or what else would you think is appropriate?

©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! 

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.

I like to get spanked. Quite hard, although not with brutality. By men, exclusively. I also like to spank men, but this isn’t about that; I’m (somewhat) predominantly a bottom, although sometimes have the urge to be a top. I’ll post something about that another time. The very idea of getting spanked or spanking a woman is out of the question for me. I am not bi, sexually, or with this kink. It is exclusively male/male for me.   I am married (to a man), which includes this kink on a pretty regular basis (I get spanked about three to four times a month or so; the other way around much less often but not never). Our relationship is essentially monogamous, but we do "play" with other guys, usually together but occasionally, usually just because of logistics, separately. Most of these encounters involve us as tops, just because it's easier when you're older (I'm 65 now) to find younger guys who want to get spanked than who want to spank you. I’m skipping the description; you can look at my profile. I’m an older guy, in reasonable shape, and decently boyish butt for my age. Someone looking for young men to spank would pass me by, of course. I have no illusions. But I know there are guys, some somewhat younger than me, some my age or a little older, who would click with me and enjoy doing “our thing.” I’m not looking for a relationship, or deep emotional involvement, although I have become good friends with a few guys whom I’ve done this with, over the years.   So anyway, I like to get spanked, on the bare butt, and often enough that I sometimes seek it outside the couple relationship, with honesty and disclosure. Spanking is arousing. It’s sexual, at least for me. Peace with all those who insist they’re only in it for “discipline.” I find that hard to believe or understand, but to each his own. Discipline takes care of itself, and it is part of this thing we share, but spanking, as fantasy and as practice, is a huge part of what turns me on, makes me tick erotically. But for me, spanking outside my relationship is just spanking. Maybe a little body contact, and j/o, but no sex sex, and it isn’t a prelude to a romantic involvement. That doesn't mean it isn't "real," or doesn't involve any emotional contact, just that it's casual, whereas my marriage is a lifetime commitment. Someone primarily looking for a long term relationship would not be interested.    Here’s what works for me. I’m not really into pain, per se. I don’t like to be flogged or whipped on the back, and beyond a few stray smacks, I don’t go for being spanked or whipped on the legs or thighs either. Spanking is on the butt. (The French call it fesser, which also means the butt, for a reason). I’m not especially turned on by shared fantasy and role play, such as naughty student getting paddled, or whatever. I can be flexible, and have a fair amount of experience with this kind of acting out, but that’s not the focus, for me, and scenes where it’s mostly drama and only pretend action, without honest to goodness butt whacking don’t work for me at all.   I can and do take a very long and hard spanking, but I really need to have a warm-up, usually in the form of a quite hard, relatively long, spanking with bare hand, with my pants down (not necessarily off), on bare butt, with me OTK. I can usually take almost any level of hand-spanking, fast and hard, right out of the box (with occasoinal exceptions; there are men who can spank so hard with their bare hands that I need a warm up before getting even to that; but that's not usual). Anyway I can’t and don’t enjoy going straight to strapping or paddling hard without a warm-up. This can be scene-killer for me. I think I understand the reasons for this pretty well (after over 35 years of experience, you get to know yourself and find out a thing or two about how it works). Most guys know this, anyway: spanking, beyond a certain level of intensity, and varying from guy to guy, causes the release of endorphins, which enable you to experience the stimulus and other aspects, and plenty of the pain, but not so much that you just want to get the hell out of there. After getting spanked, pretty hard, by hand, for five or ten minutes or more; it’s time for a break.  I like it preferably fairly continuously and steadily; I’m not jazzed by a spank, feel, feel, feel, feel, spank rhythm. Spanking should be spanking, and it should be pretty hard and pretty fast… taking into account that if you’re going to do it for a long time, you have to keep it to a certain level, to have room for it to get harder at the end. Mainly there should be some fairly steady rhythm to it. Not everyone agrees, but for me this is actually very important. After getting spanked OTK by hand like this, a break is essential. Corner time is totally boring to me, but if that’s a guy’s thing, I have done it, and it does serve the purpose. For some guys it's very important, so you try to be accommodating. But what’s important is a break.  At least ten minutes. To let the feeling sink in and the body do its magical thing. With some guys, a hug or being held is nice at this point, but that depends on chemistry.   Then the spanking can resume, and get much more intense. I like OTK positions best, or better, kind of angled OTK, spanker seated on couch or bed. Or, it can also be really hot to have a standing OTK, but that requires a good deal of balance. Or top standing, with arm around torso and spanker bent over (this is not “touch your toes;” it’s more intimate). I like to be spanked with a paddle. Not given a series of school swats. A little of that is OK, but what really gets me going is continuous, moderate intensity spanking, with bursts of speed and intensity; punctuated by short breaks, at the discretion of the spanker. Not too much dialogue; not an elaborate punishment scenario with lots of lecturing and feedback. (Look, I deserve it, I need it, so why do we have to talk about it?). No counting swats. I just don’t like it. Some guys do, I don’t. No promising to be a good boy. (OK, a little of any of these, but not too much). I also like to be spanked with a short strap. I have a handled rubber strap that’s worse than most wooden paddles. I will also get into to being spanked with a hairbrush. A folded belt is OK, but actually less effective. Not keen on sticks, canes, switches, or whjps. We all have our preferences. Some strapping, with a longer strap such as a razor strop or handled prison-type strap, while prone on a bed, or up on pillows, or bent over the edge of a bed or desk, although it’s not my favorite implement or positioning. Whipping with a strap or belt does work better with the bottom positioned lying on his stomach. Some disagree with this, but I've found it to be true.   All of these implements have to be controlled… the goal is to spank thoroughly and long, leaving a very, very red butt, but not to break the skin. Again, a little of that is OK, but not huge weeping sores. I’ve been there and done that, and, frankly, it’s too inconvenient to be worth it. Very young or inexperienced guys will get weepy sores from even a moderately hard spanking, and to some extent that's the initiation they just have to go through before their butts toughen up to where they can "take" a hard spanking without damage (which invariably happens). A skillful spanker can spank the crap out of an experienced bottome for a long time, again, hard but not brutal, without doing that kind of damage. Here's a newsflash (for some): spanking hurts. I squirm. I cry a little (not tears, but involuntary crying, or low howling (not screaming). I am more verbal than some. And there are times during my spanking when I really, really wish it was over. But that, in fact, is what I want, to really get it, lose the control and have to take it. In fact, although some guys my age have definitely slowed down, or switched to being exclusively tops, if I don’t get a good hard spanking at least once a week, I start to get antsy.        

Hey all Men Who Spank and boys with sore bottoms, I've been writing my new blog up called "Cornertime Confidential," and I hope you'll come visit, comment on the site and generally help advise me on content and images and video you want to see on the blog. Today's blogpost: "...And I suppose if I'd just done as I'd been told a thousand times before, this wouldn't have happened either. I was sent to bed immediately after this spanking, nursing my red fanny and thinking...well, at least now I know why they make boys briefs with a double seat. They're great protection for spankings too!" Read more: http://cornertimeconfidential.blogspot.com/ (# . #) bad boy jake

Polonius to Laertes: Fatherly advice to a flake (and since I'm weak, it includes one last chance, a FAT chance no doubt) Son, I don’t usually address the “boys” I try to work with to get them what they say they need, good hard spanking, as “son.” But in your case, since I’m easily old enough to be your father and since we seem to have evolved into a sort of nag/nagee relationship, I’m indulging. I don’t like that part of it any more than you do. This is a long letter. I hope you will read it, but, obviously, that’s your choice. So, listen, son. I hardly know you. Never seen your face. But I’ve interacted with you quite a lot, so I’m gonna tell you what I perceive and you can either take it in or not. First off, I’m done with the back and forth. Don’t bother to e mail me with “What time are you available next week?,” or anything like that, because that’s gone nowhere for over 20 attempts at an encounter and I’m not doing that anymore. But the reason I’ve been fairly patient with you is I sense that you are a sweet guy, maybe a little vulnerable, looking for some literal tough love but basically just want to be happy and fulfilled like everybody else. And even though I don’t really know you, I want that for you, too. We don’t really get a huge deal out of spanking younger guys, believe it or not. It’s fun, it energizes us, we like the encounters and getting to know guys who are out there looking for happiness and need a literal whack in the butt now and then. We do this for them. You may be skeptical of that, but it’s true. Straight or gay, doesn’t really matter. In my experience, men who need to get spanked often end up seeking out other men because women mostly either aren’t interested or just aren’t that good at it. They spank too hard or not hard enough, timing wrong, or, worst of all, they laugh at you. It’s funny to them. Some men do that, too, and I kind of hate it, but somehow from a man it’s different. Anyway, there are exceptions. There are guys who find women to spank them and it’s a perfect match. So, I’ll say this: whoever is your perfect match, who will take you in hand, pants down, and spank you till your butt is smokin’ crimson (which you clearly need), I hope you find them. And I hope you find fulfillment, success, and happiness on all levels. You deserve it. You’re obviously smart, affectionate, engaging. I suspect you’re adorable in the right context. One little piece of fatherly advice you may not need, but I’ll give it anyway. Don’t think this need is going to go away, or that you can treat it totally casually like it doesn’t matter. It’s part of who you are. You wouldn’t have kept up a dialog with me for over a year if that weren’t true. Please believe me when I tell you this. You need to come to terms with this, face it and find your way into it so that you are fulfilled and getting what you want and need out of it. You need to give that a certain level of priority so that it actually happens in your life. And that brings me to my other fatherly advice. Son, you need to start treating other people with more respect for their time. In every encounter, in business, in your personal life, every encounter… take a few seconds to picture how it looks from their side. Are you respecting their time? Treating them as you would like to be treated? Taking them seriously? Or do you seem to be only concerned with what you want? Do you ignore what they ask of you and focus on your goal? Because people see that, and they feel used and dismissed. I suspect you don’t even realize you are doing this, but, I’m telling you for your own good: you are. You will be happier, more fulfilled, and more successful, on all levels, if you take what I just said seriously and try to apply it to your life. I know I sound holier than thou, and I’ve probably been worse than you are right now for a lot of my life in exactly these respects, but I’ve learned this. The hard way. Focus your attention on others’ needs and what they want, and then act in the awareness both of what you want and they want, and you will almost magically achieve things that have been hard for you to work out. And a damn good spanking wouldn’t hurt either. LOL. OK, I will end my sermon now and tell you how it is. I meant it when I said I hope you find what you want, including in this special need we both understand that most people just don’t have. It’s not insurmountable, or a curse. Just the opposite, as people say these days, it’s a superpower. It’s socially unacceptable, so you have to be discreet, but it’s perfectly doable, and you can make it work to keep you in line, keep your emotional and physical tone in the right place, and, well, I think you know: if you’re into it, there simply is no greater turn on. That’s what kinks really are: highly focused maximum turn-ons, that people find out at some point in their life is really there, and not going away. It’s not purely sexual, but it carries over into whatever other erotic activity you engage in and intensifies it and makes it so much better. So. I expect nothing from you. Maybe you didn’t even read all of this. People don’t like to be lectured. But if you did, here’s how it’s gotta be. I imagine I will not hear from you again, but if you really want to break through the crap and get together, after all, there is only one way that’s gonna happen. You have to propose an encounter. Day and time. And convince me you will really show up. One last chance. My husband will likely be there, but possibly not, you have to take that as part of the deal. If you do show up, you can expect a really hard spanking that will leave you red and sore for a couple of days. Because that’s what you really need right now; believe me, I can tell. Like I said, I don’t expect anything. But those are the terms, so you decide. In any case, best of luck to you, in all sincerity. I mean it when I say I hope you are fulfilled and happy in your life, whether it includes any further encounter with me or not.  ~David

Many folks hit me up on hotbottoms.net, STH, SpankingTube, and other sites asking for more details about Daddy and me. They want to know how our relationship works day-to-day, and how CP is incorporated and still remains a healthy relationship. This afternoon I'm sitting on my sore, red fanny, and thinking about reaching out to those folks and letting them know what happened when we got back from our trip to Charlottesville. Here're goes.. Last weekend Daddy came into the living room while I was on the computer, and he turned off the music I was listening to. I was all, "Why'dya do that? I was listening to that." He had been pretty quiet all morning and had been thinking about our trip to Charlottesville we'd been on. He said "Really? You were? Well you're not now. Get to your room. March." OK, honestly, the specific words and instructions are a bit of a blur now, but that is more or less what he said. He ordered me to my room and told me to wait for him. In the past, I've argued and said, "Why? Why do I have to go to my room?" But after those discussions ending as a sign of disobedience and resulting in more intensive punishments, I've learned to do as I'm told when Daddy decides it's time to talk about something I've done. Turns out I was in trouble for making him (and us—he pointed out during the Spanking) look bad when we walked into a restaurant in rural Virginia when I demanded they serve us dinner at 9 p.m., but the kitchen had just closed. Here's what happened: We had been driving home and he pulled over in a hail storm and we ran inside. OK, I ran inside, but he just trailed behind. When they refused to serve us dinner, I apparently made a scene, which I do now kinda remember. Apparently, I said "These people won't f***ing serve us, and it's only 9 p.m. We might as well get out of here. These f***ing people." Daddy noted at the time that the people behind the counter were mortified, and there was a table of two parents with a 4-year-old girl sitting there finishing up right by where I'd mouthed off. But apparently I was more or less yelling, and it was supremely embarrassing for Daddy and the parents and everyone else was very uncomfortable. I'll be honest at the time, I really didn't notice. On reflection, writing to you now, Daddy has impressed upon me with The Stick and The Belt a lot of the detail that I'd forgotten. At the time, Daddy didn't say much. We just got back in the car and drove home. Later, he punished me when we got home—that's where this blogpost comes in... I was lying face down on my bed and just waiting after being sent to my room. Daddy tends to take his sweet time when it's Spanking Time, and so I was getting antsy. The Spanking Chair we have used for the last 5 years broke recently—or more or less became unstable from all the squirming and use (2 people aren't supposed to be on 1 chair that often, apparently). And so Daddy opened the door off the bedroom to the outside and grabbed a deck chair which has no side arms. He positioned it in the center of the foot of the bed and stood over by it looking down on my back, lying face down on the bed. I didn't look up. When Daddy looks me in the eyes, I avert my eyes a lot, so looking down makes getting in trouble a lot easier to deal with. Daddy sat down on The Spanking Chair. That's when I got real nervous, thinking I hope this discussion doesn't end up happening while I'm staring at the carpet. He spoke really slowly and firmly, "Get up, and get over here." In the past years I have often resisted getting a Spanking, because ultimately, I don't like getting Spankings, and I don't like cooperating at the best of times. Even though I love Daddy, I hate that he bosses me around during Spanking Time. Anyway, I got up and walked over, saying, "I still don't know why you had to turn off my music. I was listening to that and..." "What the hel...what did you just say? Again? More of this? We have something serious to talk about." He hauled me across his knee and instead of keeping my shorts and briefs up, he yanked them right down, tight,below my rumpus and began with a full force handSpanking on my bare bottom. He Spanked and Spanked and Spanked building up to a fast hand-driven paddling. I was more or less moaning and crying, but not squirming as much because that broke Daddy's last Spanking Chair, so.... I was careful to obey his Rules that he's set down during Spankings and not squirm so much. But it's hard to do when he really wallops my fanny like he was doing. After a sound Spanking, I was sent to The Corner which he has set aside in the bedroom for Cornertime. I stood there all shaken up, but knowing that if I'd just not mentioned him turning off the radio and staying focused on what he wanted to talk about, then I wouldn't be standing there all upset. Then after about 5 minutes or more, he came back in the room.  He began discussing my behaviour at the restaurant. And he addressed my cursing in front of a child, as being unacceptable and putting him and me in a bad light in a rural town. Daddy doesn't allow me to exhibit this kind of thuggish adult behaviour, and I guess not doing this is gonna now be more or less now a new Rule that I have to follow. No embarrassing us in public; no cursing in front of others where they can hear. I mean, I get it now, but at the time it seemed that I wasn't getting what I wanted at the restaurant, and I wanted Daddy's support, but he was NOT interested. They were not going to serve us (he pointed out they'd probably sent home the cooks) anyways. At any rate, after about 10 minutes in The Corner, he came back in the room and marched me over to the side of the bed with my shorts and briefs still below my red red heiney. He told me to pull out the bag where the Spanking Sticks are kept.  I didn't cooperate.  I think I even said, "No, Daddy, please. Please don't make me do that." He hates when I disobey during Spanking Time. I'm really not allowed to, so it results in what happened next. Daddy reached for the first thing he could find which was the Shoe Horn, a gift I'd brought him back from a trip I'd take to Europe. I didn't think he'd really use it as a Spanking Tool, though. But it was what was there. So, he didn't even move me back over his knee on The Chair, he just paddled my bottom right there, repeatedly, for what seemed like ages. I was hollering something awful, and he said a couple of times, "We have neighbors. You need to obey. You need to keep your voice down." But it was no use. I collapsed on the bed, to try to protect my heiney, and I just screamed into the comforter. But he doesn't allow me to collapse and get away from The Stick during Spankings, and so he stopped and waited until I stood myself back up next to the bed and put my rumpus out as he's made me do so many times in the past.  He didn't say a thing. After the many Spankings he'd administered, he doesn't have to anymore. I know what I'm required to do, especially if he is positioned over me with The Stick. But I couldn't help flinching from the Spanking Stick swats. At some point, he then decided to pull me off the bed and march me to the foot of the bed and had me bend over at a 90 degree angle. He told me to wait there bent over.  The wait is interminable when he does that. I hate how much time I have to wait. It makes me fill up with anticipation of the awfulness that's gonna come next. When he came in, I didn't see what he had in his hand, but afterwards I sure did. When it's Punishment Time he prefers not to use things that I prefer, he will use other things that I don't like. And The Belt is one of them. I knew he was upset about my behaviour and I knew that I had earned The Belt, but he never gets out The Belt, but he did this time. Maybe it's because it was in his closet, and I'd refused to open up the Spanking Tools bag that he keeps under the bed. I wonder if that's why I got The Belt. I hadn't considered that before...anyways... I tend not to look back because I know a Spanking from Daddy is gonna hurt real bad, and I don't like to think he'd use The Belt. But there was he standing there, apparently, with The Belt in his hand. And he began to tan my fanny for a good long time. I was just hollering with my open mouth yelling into the comforter, just hollering and hollering for a long time. My face was beat red by the end of it. My bottom was bruised, and sore and beet red, and at some point, Daddy stopped and told me to get back in The Corner.  He left again for a good long while while I sobbed into The Corner. I was shaking and when I turned round to look at my red fanny, I noticed the blinds to the window across the room were open and I had my back turned with my red fanny out, facing the shared back yard that was empty. Anyone from the condo could have seen if they went out back. The fence to the backyard was partially open too; it's not been closing properly lately. Anyone from the neighborhood who was walking down the alley in the back of the house would have seen a very odd sight. He had me standing there with my pants down for at least 10-15 more minutes. When he came back in, he said, "Come here right now." I left The Corner dreading what might come next, he was looking me square in the eyes but had no Stick in his hand. I just ran to him, through my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly—half hoping it might help me avoid any more Spanking. I was so upset. He made me apologize and promise not to do that again while we're out. Then he said, "Pull up your 'pants. Put that Chair back outside. Put away The Stick and The Belt. And come into the living room and get back to work." I struggled for a bit. I was still shaken, and my rump was super duper sore. I wandered around the room in my underpants and my head was spinning. I could see in the mirror how red my rumpus was. Just beet, beat red. I tried to get dressed again; I was slow at getting started again. Then I heard Daddy throwing sheets in the wash, and asked if I could throw my whites in. He let me. And I ran up to him, and I gave him a big kiss saying, "I'm sorry you had to Spank me today." He told me he was sorry he had to Spank me as well. Then he sent me back to my computer to get my work done, and he went back to his tablet to keep reading. Then a little later, he sent me on a chore to go to the Farmers Market to recycle our compost. You asked for a real life example of it, and so there it is, an example of how Domestic Discipline works in real time in our relationship. I hope you found it helpful and as real as I could tell it. I realize it doesn't seem very real, almost fictionalized, but it's not. It's just what happens in our DD relationship.   Don't want to bore folks and get too personal, but that's how it works in a Daddy/boy relationship like ours. Let me know your thoughts and if you have questions, concerns, input, or anything else I should know.  

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