And what a sight met their eyes. Vicar sat, trousers at knees, his own bare cheeks upon the chair wood (Tasha nodded in approval). Across his lap lay a bottom bare of sizable girth, and rounded cheek being turned white to pink with vigour and vim. In short he was giving it what for with a good deal of welly thrown in. But who was the owner of those bare acres? She could be heard, but face not seen. She hushed everybody and announced: “OK people. It’s time for the ceremony – the birthday boy has agreed to have his birthday spanking!” There were cheers, whoops and applause, and I got a huge adrenalin rush. I caught sight of several women rubbing their hands together gleefully in anticipation, but my discomfort was softened by the sherry. A little tune is played, we sup our first gulp, look at the bottoms on show, and settle down for a blushing bottom tale of spanking…

Power play: People may find it sexually arousing to play with power roles, such as becoming dominant or submissive. Others may also find it freeing to release responsibility and power in a controlled environment. Labrecque, F., et al. (2020). What is so appealing about being spanked, flogged, dominated, or restrained? Answers from practitioners of sexual masochism/submission.Thanks to the church, the Lord above, Vicars and local matriarchs. And of course the mistress of Spank herself, Aphrodite of the Beautiful Bare Acre and Bottom Bare – who else? Penny sat on very cold stone, at first a yelp and then a wriggle, then settled her cheeks in for the duration. Tasha draped over the matronly knee, Penny, though bursting at the seams to begin, stroked the target of her frustration and admiration – the magnificent moon of her pal. So recalling some of the lesson learnt from this morning’s tutorial show, she raised her hand above those cheeks and whapped it down as first shot in an opening salvo. The barrage went on and Tasha did shout out, most satisfactorily “ow!, Oh!, Ah!, aaah” and of course then added “that hurts!”. It is an old line but time-served. Last November, the New York Times' Modern Love column ran an essay by lifelong spanko (official term) Jillian Keenan, called "Finding the Courage to Reveal a Fetish." As she put it, "For as long as I remember, I’ve been fairly obsessed with spanking. This obsession felt impossible to share, so I was always hungry for cues that someone could relate."

It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it. Tasha said, “Penny, now listen we’re both hot and bothered. No need to go far. This churchyard’s large, let’s find a grave stone and you can set to…”

Daily Dose

Caught in the act for which you need Discipline, be it, misbehaving in one or more ways. This might range, Little Miss Naughty Lady, from just being extremely sassy to being haughty and/arrogant, to lying to me. Speeding and running red lights while driving, are some of the driving offenses for which you will be spanked. I am a patient man, Young Lady, but, when you are caught misbehaving, and you will be, and you have tested my limits, then it is time for me to stop your foolish nonsense and time for you to be taken over my knees and soundly spanked. The kind of a spanking that you will not soon forget! Stress relief: “Giving up control allows people in stressful jobs to escape and realign their minds for a while — the same reason people use drugs.” There is always a rather rowdy, ribald crowd, with plump bare bottomed lasses on their knees giggling. The majority are plump older women, with ‘their girl’. We go and sit, she is about to start a tale….not verse, not poetry, but something akin to Chaucer, and his Canterbury tales. She sits, legs open, her chin on her hand, elbow on knee. “Hello all, I think you’ll like this un!” Tasha just tingled a great deal more, and longed for her fingers to go and explore down in that place which sends you to space, but that could wait, and Mrs F’s own technique she just had to see. (A little plan formed in her head).

This type of relationship works with same sex couples. We are both females. I put my girlfriend over my knee when she gets out of line. My girlfriend is a big girl (5’11”) and I’m quite small (4’10”), but I insist on putting her over my knee as it adds to the humiliation. And, don’t let my petite size fool you. I give tough spankings that will change undesirable behaviors. It also transpired that it was the custom to hand out one, five or ten dollar bills to the birthday spankee – which was something else I didn’t know about. I was super-embarrassed to contemplate an actual spanking, but also pretty eager to collect some birthday dollars – this was a new twist to the story. Aunt Peggy saw my dazed grin, and said: “It’s up to you – no spanking, no loot honey-bun! Your choice!”At no point did the encounter become overtly sexual, although I sensed Leanne did want to touch me more intimately. But somehow I didn’t want that at all – I just loved the attention to my bottom and the heady mix of my hot, well-spanked cheeks with the cool, aromatic cream. It was delicious, and I could have stayed there like that all night. So at this moment everyone was talking and laughing loudly while the teacher was trying to calm us down. Thinking that my comment was going to be unheard in such noise I said : "Mr.X (our teacher's name) is a d**c**b** !"... Except that somehow the whole class suddenly went silent right before I talked. It's funny (may I dare say it this way) how I felt and still feel to this day that the class premeditated the spanking in some way or another... Why did they choose to go completely quiet right at this moment ? And why didn't I decide to say some BS just a few seconds before everyone went silent or to just shut it up ?

Answer: Nervous for sure. Sometimes I may have a little bravado about the impending spanking, but the closer we get to the actual event, the more nervous I get. This is because I know that I’m in for a REAL DD spanking and what that feels like. When we were doing fun or sexual spankings, or spankings where I knew I could safeword out, I found those to be arousing. But that was because I was in control of stopping the pain as soon as it got to be too much for me. Now, I don’t give myself that option and just take what is given. So bending over the end of the bed (usual position for our domestic discipline spankings), bare butt, as she stands to the side with a harsh implement is a very daunting thing. And, unlike “fun” spankings, there are no light swats or warm up swats to start. From the moment the very first swat or lash lands, the pain is overwhelmingly present and continues to grow throughout the duration of the spanking.

So here I was, a** naked on my teacher's laps... I think I heard him gulp too. He didn't start spanking me right after he pulled down my panties. He waited. That pervert was most likely enjoying his look as long as he could. Then he seemed to snap of out it. He adjusted me on his laps so my butt would be easier to reach... Then it started. Fortunately for me school ended not so long after. The next year I was going to enter Middle School. There were two of them. One had to be thirty to at most forty minutes away from home whereas the other one was a bit more than one hour away. I chose to go to the second one, since most of my classmates said that they were going to the first one. Naturally it astonished my parents. They tried to convince me to change my mind. I didn't. I told them I was afraid to get distracted from work having all my friends around me. They were still surprised but quietly proud of the apparent wisdom I showed them. Except in special cases. She’d even tried to have the class of spank re-formed. So girls could learn technique, if called. Anyway, Sunday came and there was a big snowfall. The snow delayed Mum and Dad’s return, which was disappointing, but we did speak by phone and they wished me happy birthday. The Grand Rapids crew made a big fuss of me – we went ice-skating, and there was a big birthday cake. Later on I was given my first alcohol – a glass of Christmas sherry – which made me a bit light-headed. It was a big warm family affair!