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I have always been a spanko...I'm pretty sure I was born that way...my parents were not huge believers in corporal punishment but I got the odd spanking with the hairbrush when I got out of line...
A lot of my early recollections were at school either bearing witness to a classroom spanking or me being on the receiving end.
But it was the 1970s and the slipper still ruled the classroom.
It was a giddy unexplainable excitement I felt when seeing another pupil being beaten...the sounds the reactions as I sat there watching with eyes bulging getting hot and bothered as the spanks came thick and fast!
Obviously I wasn't at the time aware of my kink and a trip to the headmaster still had me quaking in fear he wasn't a man to make an enemy of and his slipperings were always swift and hard....waiting outside listening to another boy getting his bottom slippered always had me trembling and gulping.
Seeing the lad leave with obvious distress and watery eyes knowing you were next was like walking into an abyss of no escape!
Many years later after experimenting with self spanking and fun spanking with the wife...with the wife's permission I visited a gentleman dominant in my home town we had a few conversations online to suss each other out and discuss likes and dislikes we arranged a meeting.
There was me thinking it was going to be a draconian set up all dark decor and Racks of whips and canes and when I arrived his house was as cosy and plush as my own place.
His meek little wife showed me in and there he was my gentleman dom in corduroy slacks and carpet slippers!....he shook my hand firmly and offered a cup of tea he could see I was a little nervous so he put my mind at rest by telling me that he always used safe words and would always stop when asked.
We finished our tea and he showed me the way to a bedroom he used for his guests....
It was a light airy room with a wooden famed double bed and wall fitted sliding wardrobe all along one side of the room.
He asked if there were any implements that I had a real aversion to being used on me and I replied that I'd tried many so was happy to sample any he was prepared to use on me...he showed me some images on the computer that sat in a corner on a small desk of previous visitors to his house no faces were shown just face down images of men and ladies with varying states of thrashed buttocks.
He slid open a wardrobe door and within I could see various implements..paddles..straps..canes..flogger.
I asked if he generally flogged his spankees naked as most of the images I'd seen the recipient's were nude.
His wife fetched some cushions for me to lay on and gave me a reassuring smile then she left us and closed the bedroom door.
I removed my clothing and folded it and put it on a nearby chair..I laid on the cushions provided on the bed which pushed up my bottom a little higher.
My dom had removed some implements and laid them beside me on the bed
He explained that I could be restrained if I wished but he didn't usually do this on a first meeting as he liked to establish trust to begin with.
It was nice and cool in the bedroom and a lovely breeze came in from the window...I could hear birdsong and felt really relaxed here.
He asked me if I was ready and I replied that I was...
He began with a light flogger this was a nice way to start just to get the skin tingling and he started one side of the bed then moved around to the other just ramping up the strokes a little .....he asked me to relax my bottom as I was clenching and he gave my bum a rub which I loved.
He moved on to a paddle...wooden ..square in shape about a inch and a half thick he started at the top of my bottom and those strikes really smarted and I gasped but he slowly worked his way down to the fuller part of my bottom cheeks which were more used to being beaten then the tops of my thighs which were sensitive and I began to groan a little.
He sensed this and gave me some good whacks to the centre of my butt right along my arse crack and he investigated the warmth of my bottom by laying his hand on it...a gentle rub and a short pause and he began using a tawse this had a keen bite due to the split tongue of the leather and I started wiggling once more he gave me these quick and hard checking my breathing and body language.
After a little break and a drink of water my face felt as flushed and hot as my bum did he rearranged the cushions which pushed my butt up a little higher still ..we started on the big guns then he showed me two of his well kept canes..
One was shorter than the other and thinner but the longer one which was ridged darker and a stouter diameter looked really fearsome.
My dom said that we'd see how we get on with the little cane first before we used the reformatory cane...
The short cane whistled through the air and felt like it had cut my bottom in two when it landed ..my hands immediately went back to rub but he tapped them and told me this was a common reaction.
I held on to the sides of the bed as he took his time caning me Oh it was like nothing I'd endured before it really penetrative deep into my cheeks the surface of my bottom stung but it felt so much deeper like an ache.
He gave me eight drawn out blistering stingers and let me rub and explore my poor throbbing bottom.
He offered to call it a day but I was still intrigued by the reformatory cane after another rub better I agreed to sample the larger rod
I gripped the bed firmly as he gently sawed the stouter cane across both cheeks of my bottom taking his time as he tap tapped my bum taking his time...
The first stroke was gunshot loud and I couldn't help but curse which I was rewarded by another of the same my bottom was twitching and spasming and my eyes got watery Wow! was I actually crying?
I got six hard strokes and my bottom was a stinging welted mass but the feeling of release was absolute he'd taken me to my limits and I'd enjoyed every minute....well kind of....I could feel the bruises for at least a week and the marks took at least three weeks to go.
But did I go back....of course I did!
A lot of my early recollections were at school either bearing witness to a classroom spanking or me being on the receiving end.
But it was the 1970s and the slipper still ruled the classroom.
It was a giddy unexplainable excitement I felt when seeing another pupil being beaten...the sounds the reactions as I sat there watching with eyes bulging getting hot and bothered as the spanks came thick and fast!
Obviously I wasn't at the time aware of my kink and a trip to the headmaster still had me quaking in fear he wasn't a man to make an enemy of and his slipperings were always swift and hard....waiting outside listening to another boy getting his bottom slippered always had me trembling and gulping.
Seeing the lad leave with obvious distress and watery eyes knowing you were next was like walking into an abyss of no escape!
Many years later after experimenting with self spanking and fun spanking with the wife...with the wife's permission I visited a gentleman dominant in my home town we had a few conversations online to suss each other out and discuss likes and dislikes we arranged a meeting.
There was me thinking it was going to be a draconian set up all dark decor and Racks of whips and canes and when I arrived his house was as cosy and plush as my own place.
His meek little wife showed me in and there he was my gentleman dom in corduroy slacks and carpet slippers!....he shook my hand firmly and offered a cup of tea he could see I was a little nervous so he put my mind at rest by telling me that he always used safe words and would always stop when asked.
We finished our tea and he showed me the way to a bedroom he used for his guests....
It was a light airy room with a wooden famed double bed and wall fitted sliding wardrobe all along one side of the room.
He asked if there were any implements that I had a real aversion to being used on me and I replied that I'd tried many so was happy to sample any he was prepared to use on me...he showed me some images on the computer that sat in a corner on a small desk of previous visitors to his house no faces were shown just face down images of men and ladies with varying states of thrashed buttocks.
He slid open a wardrobe door and within I could see various implements..paddles..straps..canes..flogger.
I asked if he generally flogged his spankees naked as most of the images I'd seen the recipient's were nude.
His wife fetched some cushions for me to lay on and gave me a reassuring smile then she left us and closed the bedroom door.
I removed my clothing and folded it and put it on a nearby chair..I laid on the cushions provided on the bed which pushed up my bottom a little higher.
My dom had removed some implements and laid them beside me on the bed
He explained that I could be restrained if I wished but he didn't usually do this on a first meeting as he liked to establish trust to begin with.
It was nice and cool in the bedroom and a lovely breeze came in from the window...I could hear birdsong and felt really relaxed here.
He asked me if I was ready and I replied that I was...
He began with a light flogger this was a nice way to start just to get the skin tingling and he started one side of the bed then moved around to the other just ramping up the strokes a little .....he asked me to relax my bottom as I was clenching and he gave my bum a rub which I loved.
He moved on to a paddle...wooden ..square in shape about a inch and a half thick he started at the top of my bottom and those strikes really smarted and I gasped but he slowly worked his way down to the fuller part of my bottom cheeks which were more used to being beaten then the tops of my thighs which were sensitive and I began to groan a little.
He sensed this and gave me some good whacks to the centre of my butt right along my arse crack and he investigated the warmth of my bottom by laying his hand on it...a gentle rub and a short pause and he began using a tawse this had a keen bite due to the split tongue of the leather and I started wiggling once more he gave me these quick and hard checking my breathing and body language.
After a little break and a drink of water my face felt as flushed and hot as my bum did he rearranged the cushions which pushed my butt up a little higher still ..we started on the big guns then he showed me two of his well kept canes..
One was shorter than the other and thinner but the longer one which was ridged darker and a stouter diameter looked really fearsome.
My dom said that we'd see how we get on with the little cane first before we used the reformatory cane...
The short cane whistled through the air and felt like it had cut my bottom in two when it landed ..my hands immediately went back to rub but he tapped them and told me this was a common reaction.
I held on to the sides of the bed as he took his time caning me Oh it was like nothing I'd endured before it really penetrative deep into my cheeks the surface of my bottom stung but it felt so much deeper like an ache.
He gave me eight drawn out blistering stingers and let me rub and explore my poor throbbing bottom.
He offered to call it a day but I was still intrigued by the reformatory cane after another rub better I agreed to sample the larger rod
I gripped the bed firmly as he gently sawed the stouter cane across both cheeks of my bottom taking his time as he tap tapped my bum taking his time...
The first stroke was gunshot loud and I couldn't help but curse which I was rewarded by another of the same my bottom was twitching and spasming and my eyes got watery Wow! was I actually crying?
I got six hard strokes and my bottom was a stinging welted mass but the feeling of release was absolute he'd taken me to my limits and I'd enjoyed every minute....well kind of....I could feel the bruises for at least a week and the marks took at least three weeks to go.
But did I go back....of course I did!
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