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You are a hot daddy I wish we lived closer I know we would have lots of fun together I just wanted to say hi and that I liked your profile you sound like you would be a real dad the kind that would spank a boy as if he was his and let him know that once he was over dads knee he was going to be spanked to tears . I love a dad that takes charge of me and spanks me the way he sees fit I love to cry when being spanked . I hope you are having a great day and that their is a boy close to you that will see how lucky he is to find a dad like you wish it was me

There is so much more to discipline than the strap. And I don’t mean the paddle, the hairbrush and the tawse. I mean real discipline. The ability to submit, not to mere pain, but to the pleasure, the will of another.

There is the discipline of readiness. When Michael walks through that door, I am ready. Sometimes he comes home immediately after work, and the door opens at 5:15 PM. And I am ready. Sometimes, he does not come home until 7 or 8 or even 9. And still I am ready. The table is set for supper. A meal is hot, and fresh, though that may mean cooking three meals in an evening if he is late.

But I am ready too. Naked, freshly showered, freshly enema-ed, and fully greased, along my entire crack, and deep into my anus.

I am on my knees, my hands behind me, in the small of my back, held there by bonds much stronger than rope or silk or handcuffs: they are held there by my will because that is where he wants them. My eyes are shut and my lips moist.

All that he may need, blindfold, gag, and several devices for beating laid out on the table. And I am ready.

If he comes in and pushes his groin in my face, I know to open my mouth and lick his pants. If he exposes himself, I know to take him deep into my throat and try to swallow the head of his cock. If he needs to release, his piss will overflow my mouth, likely come out my nose, and dribble over my torso.

And if he reaches for one of the implements, I will turn and lay over the ottoman faster than he can raise it to strike my ass, my back.

No matter what it is he wants, my discipline is to have it ready for him: my body, his punishment implements, a butt plug greased with ben gay, a warm soapy enema, or anything he wants.

After dinner, as he relaxes with a book or tape or television show, I am again disciplined to sit at his feet, not on the floor like a dog. Michael does not want a dog. He wants a man, and he has one: me. A man who glories in pleasing his superior because he is indeed superior.

Discipline means wetting your pants at a ball game because he has passed you a note to do so.

Discipline means dropping your pants in the parking lot to show his companion the marks left on your ass by the earlier punishment.

Discipline means not eating in a restaurant but sitting at the table as they eat until you have filled your hand with cum and shown it to him and other guests.

Discipline means learning to sleep light so that if you are called in the middle of the night, he does not have to say your name a second time.

Discipline means being read and willing, at home, at someone else’s home, in a darkened theater, in a car, at a washroom at the airport, or in the choir loft of a church to bend over, spread your buttocks, and accept his stiff tumescence.

There is so much more to discipline than the strap.

 I lived in Mississippi until I was almost 14. I went to private schools while there and students were occasionally paddled. My first recollection was in first grade where one of the other students, a boy, was accused by a girl in our class of stealing her eraser. The teacher, Mrs. Wade, became convinced that the girl's allegations were true and she told the boy to get in the bathroom. I think everyone knew what this meant. She didn't say the word "spank" but I assumed he was getting spanked. The bathroom was across the hall; I dont' remember hearing any of it.

In second grade, our teacher spanked a lot of students for even talking in class excessively. There was a storage room adjacent to the classroom and she would take students in there to get spanked. I don't ever recall seeing any students crying after the paddlings though. Best I recall it looked like a flimsy ping pong paddle. When someone was getting spanked, everyone in class was completely silent.

The next few years of school I don't remember hearing about anyone in my class getting spanked. I had never gotten spanked at school until 6th grade. Mr. Collier was our Bible teacher. This was a church private school and we had Bible class every day for an hour or so. One day at the beginning of Bible class we were about to pray, so everyone was to bow their heads. Just before this, some friends and I were laughing, though not loud. By the time someone started praying we had all stifled our laughter but Mr. Collier interrupted the prayer and told me and 3 other boys to go out in the hall. He was a towering figure- probably 6 foot 3 or taller. We were about 11 years old. He told us we would all get one "lick" each for laughing and having our eyes open during prayer. Even at this age, we felt it was hypocritical thinking the Bible teacher must have had HIS eyes open as well.

Shortly after this accusation, I told him I was sorry, but I didn't really mean it, yet he thought it was sincere. He said he appreciated that. The other 3 boys almost in unison said "sorry" as well. Anyway he said we were going to get one lick each and with a fairly large paddle. We were just outside the door to class, so he didn't take us anywhere for more privacy.

When administering the paddlings, he had one of us bend over, grab our knees and told the other three to turn around so they wouldn't see it. It stung fairly bad from what I remembered but it was bearable. None of us cried, we were more annoyed and perhaps a little embarrassed.. I probably had jeans on, which helped lighten the sting. After each of us receiving our punishment, we went back into the class. I vaguely remember talking to one of the girls in class later that day. I think I asked her if they heard the spankings and she said "yes, we heard all four of them". This was the first and last paddling I had in school.

The next year I switched schools and went to a more secular private school (in Jackson, MS). Grades 7-12. I don't recall anyone I know getting paddled in 7th grade, but in 8th grade I remember a few incidents. The first that comes to mind was a guy named Todd who was in my science class. He was a popular kid and I think he was class President the year before. Anyway his offense- he had both of his shoes untied. I think it was popular amongst some of the kids to wear high tops unlaced. The teacher who was also one of the coaches pointed it out that his shoes were unlaced and that he had told Todd recently to lace them up. The coach said something to the effect of "how about you stay after class for a couple of licks". Todd said "okay". I didn't hear any more about it. Spankings were just part of life and it was just understood that if you were really scared of getting spanked, just don't screw up. It seemed pretty straight forward.

During PE, our coach (Mr. Rucker) was a former college football player from the early 1970s. He had played for Ole Miss and was a stocky, burly guy. Maybe only 5'11" but probably weighed 220 lbs, most of it muscle. He told us at one point concerning paddlings that he was the coach that made the seniors cry. We believed him. One of my immediate friends was caught by him saying the S-word and got a few licks from him. I want to say it was 2 licks but no more than three. I think the coach brought it up the next day to our gym class as a warning that the school does follow through on its threats of paddling. My buddy Clint said that it indeed hurt but I don't remember it being talked about any more than that.

At the bare minimum, the schools I went to would not spank anyone bare and I seriously doubt anyone had to take their jeans down or anything. Maybe we were lucky but I find it hard to believe a lot of the stories on the net about being paddled bare at school.

Anyway coach Rucker did spank another guy who was 1 or 2 grades/classes ahead of us. I think this guy was in 9th or 10th grade. If my memory serves me correctly, we were in the main cafeteria during study hall. there must have been a mix of younger Jr High kids and maybe some high school students too. I can't remember the details but we had to line up for something and while in line, some students took some salt and pepper and ketchup and put it on a doll that was on display. One of the teachers noticed it. Somehow they tried to get to the bottom of it and somehow determined that at least one guy was involved. I dont' remember his name. i didn't know him like I said he was 1 or 2 years older and I got the impression this kid got into trouble regularly. Coach Rucker took him off to get paddled and evidently interrogated him enough to find out there were other kids involved but he didn't name names. The kid didn't look like he had been crying but I am sure the coach let him have it.

Not long after I moved away from Mississippi and went to a private school in another state initially then went to a few public schools before I ended up graduating in 1990. I don't recall hearing of any school paddlings after that. If they took place I didn't hear about them.

Does every ‪#‎Spanking‬ need to be on the bare bottom?
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      Briefs should always be off for a spanking
         
      Briefs do not protect your buttocks from pain just from not having to bear your bottom. I honestly can't see a dad spanking his son with a weapon like the brush and letting pants or briefs stay on....as an adult bad boy I can tell you it is VERY effective to get a sound 3/4/5 mintue paddling with that brush with your white pants in tact only then to be told to rise lower them and NOW we will BEGIN your punishemnt spanking....trust me..after 5 mintues with a brush on your fuirt of the looms you will panic to hear the word now we can BEGIN..but all helps to teach a good lesson

      I like a guy in tight jeans and skivies when I paddle his behind
    

What do all you spankees think about during a spanking?
Do you think about anything? Do you think about the pain and wonder when it will be over?
Are you so overwhelmed by the pain that you can't think about anything?
Do you get lost in the pain? Are you thinking about anything else to escape the pain?
Personally, I wonder when the spanking will end in the beginning. But as my spanking gets more intense, I just get lost in the continual pain and just float on the waves of pain. Eventually, I feel calm as my endorphins kick in.
Please give me honest, candid answers! I'm curious whether others feel the same things that I do.

A former Alvirne High School coach and paraprofessional pleaded guilty Friday to charges that he paddled several students for sexual gratification and was sentenced to three years in jail. Michael Palmer, 32, of Wichita, Texas, had been jailed since his arrest in June, and he had faced 120 misdemeanor sexual assault charges, alleging assaults on three boys in 2008.

Hillsborough County Attorney Robert Walsh agreed to drop most of the charges after Palmer pleaded guilty to nine counts of sexual assault, simple assault and criminal threatening on Friday in Nashua District Court, court records show.

Judge Michael Ryan sentenced Palmer to three consecutive 12-month terms in jail, with another two consecutive 12-month terms to remain suspended for five years after he gets out.

Palmer will be required to be evaluated, treated and register for life as a sex offender as part of his sentence, and so long as he remains on probation, he may have no contact with minors, and his computer use can be monitored, according to court records.

Most of the assaults took place in the teens’ homes, and others at Palmer’s former apartment at 40 Bowery St., Nashua.

Palmer formerly worked as a paraprofessional at Alvirne High School and coached the boys’ soccer and wrestling teams before resigning May 5, 2009.

Palmer admitted to abusing his position as an authority figure to spank three teens with either a belt, a paddle or his bare hand as “punishment” for misbehavior or bad grades, and forcing another boy to sit on his lap, and slapping the boy’s face. All four victims were Alvirne students at the time of the assaults.

Police began investigating Palmer in 2008, after someone stole his laptop computer and turned it over to police, suspecting it contained child pornography. Police searched the computer and found pornographic images of older men spanking or paddling teenage boys, but the images proved to be legal pornography, not child porn, police said.

Detective Steve Sweeney spoke with Palmer, who admitted that he was attracted to younger men, but added that “he was sensitive to the fact that his desires could pose a problem, being that he is a high school coach for boys,” police said.

Palmer told police he stays out of the boys locker room and holds all meetings in public view, to avoid any potential problem.

Police renewed their investigation the following spring, however, when a student disclosed to his mother that Palmer had been repeatedly abusing him, police said. The mother had questioned her son about text messages from Palmer on the boy’s phone, police said.

Palmer later admitted to police that he had been playing out scenes from his pornographic movies with the students and that he was receiving mental health help, police said after his arrest.

We're grown up guys. Not kids anymore. Might have been naughty boys. Probably got the punishment we deserved. Still think that's exciting. Maybe we were good boys. But were a little excited hearing about other guys being punished. Now we're all grown up. But we still like those experiences. Like to give it. Like to take it. Like it's a game! It's like a sport. There's got to be a challenge. There's got to be some pain. There's got to be some give and take. Your butt against mine. I like to give a lot. I like to take it too. Great fun. Trading swats! I give what I get. Part of the game. You pound away on me, you're going to get it back. I can handle it. It's a great game. I paddle you. Then you give to me back. See who can take it the longest. Who can take the hardest. Gonna see your butt red. But then you turn mine red too. Pain: Don't really love it. But I love the challenge. Like to surprise myself with what I can take, but only if I can give the same back. Pain as fun. I give what I get. Part of the game. You pound away on me, you're going to get it back. I can handle it.
Implements: Tried 'em all. Well, maybe not. You're going to surprise me and show me something new. Paddles are good. Try a belt, a stick, a shoe, a brush. Amazing what all works. Tools of the trade. Trade swats. Sense of humor helps!

Coach Nick Orlando did a lot of things. He owned school buses. He owned taxis. He owned two gas stations. He sold cars and tires.
But what he is most noted for and probably was most proud of is that he coached football and taught physical education for 31 years at Jefferson Junior High School in Oak Ridge. He had many opportunities to coach at higher levels but he just preferred junior high and found a home at Jefferson.

When I did my student teaching at his school in 1975, he was one of my supervising teachers. His one-arm pull-ups until you were tired of watching remains one of the top demonstrations of strength and/or fitness that I have ever witnessed.

I had an episode with a student in my science class during my time at Jefferson Junior High. This young man misbehaved and I punished him with the only method available — I had him stay after school. The problem is that this youngster’s mom didn’t want her little boy (eighth grade) staying after school, so she complained to the principal.

Forever to his discredit, this principal told her to take her son on home because I was “just a student” and shouldn’t have disciplined her child.

The next day, I was complaining about this lack of institutional support when Coach Orlando told me that the next time that should happen, I should send the perpetrator to him.

Sure enough, this same young man saw me in the hall, cursed me loudly, told me what I could do with my punishment, and then laughed. I told him that he was to report immediately to Coach Orlando. And then I laughed.

The kid was taken aback, replying “oh, no sir...don’t make me go see Coach O.”

You see, Coach Orlando in 1975 kept a basket full of paddles. Big paddles. Little paddles. Paddles with holes. I don’t think he had a paddle with spikes but he could have. And he still believed in corporal punishment. I don’t know what happened in that windowless office but I’ve got a pretty good idea.

I’m not here to advocate for corporal punishment — quite the contrary. I am glad that paddling is no longer appropriate in our schools.

At my high school, it was the paddle of the football coach that kept a lot of boys in line. Not real big, Coach Ratledge’s paddle swing was legendary.

I can remember distinctly the only time I got paddled in school (this will be the first time my mom hears this story). It was second grade and I was a little slow climbing the bleacher in the gym when Mrs. Rainwater, our pastor’s wife and a teacher at the school, took a swat at my behind in encouragement to hurry up.

It wasn’t much and certainly wasn’t a real paddling but it made such an impression that even today, 50-plus years later, I could take you to the exact spot where it happened. I was always a good kid and don’t remember ever even being close to getting paddled.

I knew that was something that I just didn’t want to do. Part of it was the fear factor but probably a bigger part of it was that I didn’t want to disappoint my parents.

So, is hitting a kid appropriate? Never. Not today. But is punishment or the fear of punishment an effective deterrent to bad behavior? A lot of the time, yes. I know that Coach Orlando never had many discipline problems.

Oh, and on a tangent: If you ever attend an Oak Ridge High School football game at Blankenship Field in Oak Ridge, sometime during the second half, the announcer will say “will Coach Orlando please report to the pressbox.” Coach Orlando died in 1997 so obviously they really aren’t looking for him. It’s just a cool tradition that goes back to the 1960’s.

Rattan High School, Oklahoma

SENIOR SPANK DAY 2010

For 34 high school classmates in Oklahoma, only days from graduation, Senior Prank Day turned into Senior Spank Day.

Senior Prank Day is an old, but unofficial, high school tradition where 12th graders can have one last show of mischievous rebellion before they leave high school for ever. But even for 18 and 19 year-olds about to embark upon adult life, it can still have painful consequences right up to the last week of school, as 34 seniors from Rattan HS in Oklahoma found out.

The RHS Class of 2010 were a tight-knit bunch and decided they wanted to be remembered long after they’d gone, so they planned a Senior Prank on a grand scale.

Just four days before graduation they staged the silly string and shaving cream fight to end all fun fights, in one of the main school halls. The light-hearted, but extremely messy and noisy fight went on for ten whole rowdy minutes before it was stopped by a teacher, so the hall was one heck of a mess!

Principal Neil Burchfield was summoned, who fortunately saw the funny side, but he still took a firm stand and ordered the 34 breathless and bedraggled students to clean the hall from top to bottom and leave it spotless.

But that wasn’t the end of the matter. The students had been keen to leave their mark on the school, but their Principal was equally keen to leave his mark on them. If they were so keen to display one last act of rebellion, he was equally keen to display one last act of the school’s inescapable authority.

All 34 seniors, girls and boys alike, were made to line up outside the Principal’s office. One by one they were called in and ordered by Principal Burchfield to bend over his desk, so that he could give every one of them a good swat on the behind with a large wooden paddle. Four teachers were also in his office to witness the 34 senior spankings.

So was this a token light-hearted smack? Apparently not! One girl said: “It was totally worth it, but it did sting a little bit and it did bruise my butt.” And another girl commented that her right butt cheek was still hurting a little while later that day. We can conclude two things from this. Principal Burchfield has a strong right arm, and his office echoed to 34 loud smacks and a good many senior yelps on May 18th 2010!

There were no hard feelings though from any of the students, who felt the day had been a blast, despite the mass-paddling.

I'm. Seeking anything from scholastic to judicial canings taken. Need strict, severe, regular discipline. Cane across tight trousers is possible to begin with followed by a thrashing on the bare or immediately on the bare. Need to be sentenced to receive a severe thrashing (judicial, reformatory etc.)and be told exactly what the sentence is and be ordered to report for a formal punishment session Sir.

I have often wondered why I feel the need to get spanked, I never liked it when younger so why now? My interest started a few years ago, there I was in my bedroom feeling horny as usual but I suddenly had the urge to get spanked, I didn't do anything for a year then met an experienced Spanker. It hurt like hell and I found it a very intense experience, the pain I felt I had never felt before, it was a whole new experience, I didn't like the pain but somehow I felt good afterwards. Why did I feel good!!? was it that the pain absolved me from anything I had done wrong? was it the Domination with all my powers being taken away from me? In normal life I am Dominant and like being in Control, I would say I'm quite a demanding person and like things just so.. to be over someones knee naked from the waist down was just so humiliating for me but I liked it!! Later I experienced the emotional side, the bonding with a Father figure, the ability to let go and have someone else be in charge so I was able to release myself from being and adult and immerse myself with the inner boy in me struggling to get out. In reality this is who I really AM!, I like to have fun and enjoy life with people I get on with,I'm curious about many things and have an almost banned word like interest in the world we live in. I'm quite shy but not overly, My Job made me into something I was not!! Authoritarian, a person who gives out orders etc. I think I do this well as I care about peoples feelings but it has certainly been a struggle for me. There are many reasons why we like to get spanked you will have your own thoughts.

Dan and Martin have lived together for 10 years, since Martin graduated from high school. At that time Dan taught at a private college, and I seem to remember a story about Martin renting a room from Dan. Dan retired a few years ago at 63. Martin is 29.

We spent the day with them last Saturday. Michael helped Martin lay some pavers between the deck and a hot tub, then to a garden and around the garden. I suppose Martin could have done it himself, but Michael has worked with pavers, setting them with gravel between before, and Dan admired the work the last time he came here.

They finished by noon, and we had a delicious lunch of shrimp cocktail, melon, grapes, and finger sandwiches. We all sat on the shaded deck chatting and sipping lemonade (Martin’s augmented with gin) as the afternoon wore on.

“Martin, are you going to put the rakes and wheel barrow away?”

“Yes, sure I will.” He did not look up from the iPad he had. From the beeps and whistles it made, he was playing a game.

“When?”

“Um, soon. Later. I will.” He played on.

We sat and talked. The breeze pleasantly interrupted the heat of the sun that filtered through the gauzy awning. Some 5 or 6 minutes passed.

“Would you do it now?”

“Really? I can do it later, OK?”

“My but you are testy.” A long pause. With obvious reluctance, Martin put down the iPad.

“I think you need a nap, Martin.”

Martin looked at Dan, then at us, then back to Dan, licked his lips, and bit the lower one. “No, Sir. I’m fine. Really. Let me go take care of the rakes.”

“No, Martin, go take a nap. You are tired, and I understand. I’ll be up to tuck you in.”

Martin stood up, picked up the iPad and his glass, mumbled a “If you say so.” And left.

Dan asked if we needed any more lemonade. We did not. He sat a while, like 10 minutes or more. Then sad “You’ll excuse me. I have to go see about Martin. Stay. We’ll play cards.” And he left.

“Uh oh! I think Martin is in for it!” Michael smiled at me, and I don’t know why I blushed.

Now, it may have been for our benefit, and thinking back on it, I am sure it was, but at the time, it seemed unplanned. A window upstairs was pushed open, and we heard conversation, though not all the words.

“No, really, I wasn’t. I’m sorry. I apologize.” Martin’s voice, very humbled.

Then Dan, indistinguishable.

“Please, Dan. No. I really am sorry. I was just involved in the game and...”

Dan spoke, in a low tone.

“Yes, Sir. .... Yes, Sir. ... No, Sir. ... Yes, Sir.”

A minute or two later, we heard the report of the first blow, a leather strap, loudly landing on flesh, certainly Martin’s ass.

He yelped. Another blow. Another yelp. Two blows in quick succession and a long, drawn-out moan.

There was a pause during which Dan said something that Martin did not answer. The beating resumed. Martin began to cry, very like a child, pleading, apologizing, begging, but the blows continued, if anything, they got louder and closer together.

I looked over at Michael, his arousal obvious from the bulge in his jeans. “You’re going to wet yourself,” he said. I adjusted myself in my shorts, and stood to pour more lemonade.

Dan came back. “Ok, you want to play some cards?”

“Um, no, Dan. We can’t stay. Randy also needs a nap.”

I blushed, and started for the car.

I received my first real spanking when I was 18. Although I had been spanked a few times as a child those spankings were brief and not so much as punishment but to get my attention and drive home an important lesson my parents had bestowed on me.

I was a freshman in college in providence. My parents lived out west and in order to save money I was staying with an uncle whom I had had little contact with until now. I had always been an easy going well behaved and well liked kid growing up although I could be a bit shy at times. When I got to college I discovered new freedom and although I tended to be a good student in the past I now took full advantage of my new freedoms and my grades began to suffer.

My uncle i discovered was a good natured friendly man who from the start made me feel very welcome in his home. I was given a small studio apartment above his garage to live in and was able to come and go as I pleased. The only thing he asked was no parties, keep my room clean and if I wanted supper i was to inform him so he could plan accordingly.
This was going to be a great year.

Most of can't answer this question we have FAR to big an interest in the topic to honestly as the average JOE>
But let's just say the average got caught at work on porn websites or stealing or taking credit for an idea that wasn't his...and his choice was to be fired or get a VERY ole fashioned bare butt paddling or strapping..and it be fully explained not 6 licks but a long session till the boss felt he was honestly sorry for the work crime he had committed.
So the questions is....do you think the average Joe would go along with this? Or rather clean out his desk and leave?

My vote goes to clean out his desk go....I don't think the average adult male could live with taking off his pants in front of his boss and having his fanny lit on fire with all the UNMANLY like traits that come with it.
Thoughts?

 Hi! I really like your blog it turns me on a lot and being spanked is what turns me on more then anything. I have no idea why I like it so much. Why do some gay guys like being spanked?

      It’s a really interesting question and it might surprise you that it doesn’t seem to be a gay/straight issue. I discipline several young lads on a regular basis, and more than half of them are straight. One of them actually enjoys being spanked in front of his girlfriend and says that her watching him getting a spanking really turns her on and improves their sex. I’m only positive about two of my lads being gay because they’ve both told me they are - with a couple of the others, I’ve no idea, because the subject has never come up and I don’t ever ask the question. If you have a look at the corporal punishment websites on the internet, you’ll find a substantial number of them are devoted to spanking between members of opposite sexes. There is no rhyme or reason necessarily about why you like it. People have different reasons - the humiliation, the feeling of being dominated, the sheer physical pain. All those played a part in why it turned me on so much as a youngster when I was spanked or caned, and it’s being able to give all those feelings to a young lad, laid submissively over my knee in his underpants, that turns me on now.   ,

As a lifelong "bad boy" who has been spanked almost all my life it is not an easy task to admit that that I need discipline and do my best when I am taken out of any drivers seat and placed well in the back with my seat belt on and harsh discipline for saying a word otherwise. See, I am not a newbie to the spanking party, long before Madonna thought it be cute to get a "little" spanking or S&M became mainstream in books and movies I was dropping my pants for real discipline. No safe words, no tell me if it hurts to much or if your not in the mood...it was no nonsense, do the crime you pay the fine.

I have made it clear that I have been fascinated with spankings since I got spanked with my cousin at 14. Up till then I had No interest in spanking at all. it was an awful thing that happened but seeing my cousin Eric drop his pants and briefs bend over and yelp, scream and cry from my dad's strap changed that. However while I came to dwell on the topic and sought it out as early as 21 I still HATE it when it's happening. My "fun" (i guess) is the build up....hearing and knowing NOW I have done it! I have earned a good thrashing and by God that is what I am going to get!
But the point of the writing is to say I as well as many other boys NEED discipline. now some boys grow up early maybe even by 13 they have accepted their responsibility and could start spanking other "boys" but then many of us don't grow up....we remain 12 year olds who don't want to do what we are told, don't want to face responsibility are lazy as we can b and need a frim hand to guide us
 
      I realized the other day that my bio dad spanked me at 23! I was in law school and still loving at home. When I moved out I moved in with a lover/partner 25 years older than I and he spanked when I misbehaved. Sadly he passed away and Ive been with my current husband/Dad for 25 years. He is 20 years older than I and spanks me frequently. Hes a firm disciplinarian. Soooo... there has not been absolutely one day in my life when I was immune from being spanked. I suppose thats why i dont. Understand the notion that someone is "too old" for a spanking.

      Growing up I would hear the words "you NEED a good, long bare bottom spanking". I was in total shock when at 15 I told a little white lie, got caught and again found myself in the garage across my stepdads lap getting the worlds longest bare bottom spanking... He could soank forever with his hand, it was painful and embarrassing but taught me that dishonesty would not be tolerated at any age, and he said if I didn't want to still get spanked like a naughty boy I could simple behave. That simple. Despite having a sore, red bottom and the teasing from friends who sometimes heard my spankings in the garage or saw the evidence in the locker room, I always felt better after a spanking. Forgiven, clean slate, no more worry, and no more stress with my parents. Deep down, I'm still the same naughty 15 year old who os still defiant and crosses the line "just because" and needs an uncle with a firm, dedicated, slightly flexible hand who can administer a steady, sustained bare bottom spanking still. It works.