Saturday, April 4, 2015

VOICES


During my recent long trip to Hungary I visited Viktor - a long-standing friend who knows about my interest in pain endurance & toughness - but we've never actually done anything together. He has said several times that he would like to spank me but somehow we never quite got around to it. I think partly because, though Viktor is a good friend, I prefer two-way (give & take) working with guys more my own age, nevertheless he is someone I've known many years & someone I respect & trust. A few months ago I decided to take a pain endurance test from him. Whilst discussing what todo, Viktor suggested filming the trial. I wasn't sure at first, but then decided it was a nice idea. We set up two cameras in Viktor's cellar and a pommel ******for me to lean on. I've edited the video to keep the best bit and cut out several dozen "over the knee" hand spanks which warmed my arse at the start (I think hand spanking is a bit tame & sissy). When the video starts I'm about to receive fifty hard strokes with the tawse. My aim (as always with my pain endurance experiments and like the Spartan boys HAD to do) is to keep as silent, stoic and impassive as possible. I believe its important to take pain well. This is the first Spanking video I have made. Deciding if I make any more will depend on the response to this one -- So comments are invited! Finally - do take note of the love & care that Viktor puts into giving me pain. I'm not into sadism or master & slave stuff. I prefer my pain given with love and respect while I try to take it with willpower and pride.



In Praise of Spankings for the Teenage Boy
By Richard Aaron Lynley
We must cheer for those few parents, relatives, and rare institutions of learning that have managed to keep alive the time-proven tradition of the spanking as an effective method of assisting boys over the "thumps" of growing up...helping to insure smoother sailing into their young manhood. Although most of these sparse spankers unfortunately practice their art somewhat haphazardly or inconsistently...and then mostly only on pre-teens...their diminishing ranks may be our best hope yet for strengthening tomorrow's social fiber...a fiber that has already been carelessly woven with flaws by a growing number of today's undisciplined youth...our men of tomorrow.
But if we are to cheer this spanking minority in our society, then surely we must praise to the rooftops and give a standing ovation to those more precious few who discipline boys beyond puberty...those true leaders who have not yet been swayed by common misconceptions and changing customs...namely that prudish point of view implying that the onset of puberty requires some sort of moratorium on spankings......Perhaps this misguided post-pubertal "avoidance-like-the-plague" attitude commonly manifests itself out of some puritan notion to preserve the sexual dignity of developing boys. Or perhaps it's more avoided merely to spare the adult some self-conscious guilt over being so intimately involved with such below-the belt physical contact with sexually maturing boys. But whatever the excuse, our hats are off to all who treat all boys, whatever their ages, with the same firm hand...administering non-stop discipline with pants-down bottoms-up effectiveness right into puberty and smack right on through a boy's teens...and, we might add, as long thereafter as care-givers still in charge deem it beneficial to keep our developing young men on a proud and proper path to manhood.
And thus it seems then, that it must necessarily be those same precious few advocates of the teenage spanking who openly raise their hands to demonstrate and point the way for the kiddie-only spankers...and even more so for the multitude of do-nothing "disciplinarians" as well. The hope remains that we can protect our most vital element in our shaky society...to nurture and preserve a properly guided and respectful youth.
You can show us most any boy, and we'll show you some irresponsibility and poor judgment, or some disobedience and deceit, with occasional defiance and dishonesty, or just some plain age old boyish mischievousness and other common misbehaviors. And in varying degrees we can easily find many of these shortcomings, and more, emerging in combined force most likely during that special boy-time called PUBERTY, ADOLESCENCE, and the TEEN years...those ever-changing, ever-demanding, ever-challenging, ever-peer pressured times of indecisiveness and uncertainty...those junior-senior high times. Or to say it all in a more familiar way...BOYS will be BOYS...especially if they're teenagers. Such always has and always shall be a natural and inescapable part of learning and growing up.
But unfortunately these days many Moms, Dads, or relatives in charge just aren't proper disciplinarians, while their kids stumble along, trying to grow up. And on top of that, teachers and school administrators are restrained from being the traditional school "masters" they use to be. Too often authority figures are not in control of youthful situations and are themselves floundering with unstructured, undisciplined boys. We can surmise that such boys are mostly the product of their ineffective parents...parents who have guiltily abandoned spanking as somehow sexually improper when puberty first showed it's naturally new colors. Or they are a product of home environment that never even exposed the boy in early childhood to the crucial character-building benefits of a spanking in the first place. In either event it is a solemn mistake for society's best chance of survival.
Now we neither refer to nor condone the spanking that consists of a frustrated short barrage of "no-hurt" swats on the seat of the pants that can easily foster ridicule and disrespect for authority...Nor do we mean the inconsistent anger-initiated beating which erupts from unpredictable authoritative mood swings based upon varying standards with undefined limits for acceptable behavior. Such impulsive "discipline" merely fosters resentment born of confusion from mixed signals in an atmosphere of inconsistency and irrational violence. NO, we are referring to a proper SPANKING......Ideally it is a predictable punishment, usually anticipated as a result of violations of a clearly understood rule or established code of behavior. It is punishment initiated with a rational confrontation and discussion of the wrongdoing. A properly introduced spanking can foster realizations deep down within the boy, that he deserves it all. Such shouldering of blame can positively assist in the necessary dissipation of grudges toward the disciplinarian. A suitable spanking measured in terms of the deed and the need must then be calmly administered on bared buttocks with firm methodical determination and brisk stinging vigor in harmony with a stern lecture on the points at hand. The spanking should sting and embarrass the boy into a state of genuine submissive penitence...leaving him crying, apologizing and promising reform. Now this all may sound quite idealistic, but a well orchestrated spanking accompanied by both scolding and constructive dialog in a caring atmosphere of guidance and support can achieve admirable and lifelong results.
We think that often boyish defiance or misconduct is fostered in the boy who is confused and unsure in his quest for both identity and peer acceptance...a quest that often involves a battle of peer-pressures and pleasures against adult proclamations and expectations. Thus boys need that firm guidance and structure to help them make wise and prudent decisions especially under adolescent fire. Further, we venture to say that many boys secretly welcome the normalizing stability of rules and limits imposed upon them, especially amidst that confusing whirlpool of teenage temptations. And at one level, if only subconsciously, many secretly welcome the consequences of overstepping those REAL boundaries set for them. It might be hard for a punished boy to rationalize the fairness of "paying the price for his deed" until bottoms have cooled. But soon after a proper spanking, for many boys there emerges a profound sense of right and wrong. They can at last enjoy a release from their recently harbored deceit and gnawing guilty conscience. In fact there is indeed something quite relieving or even comforting to some boys after a spanking...besides it being over...provided it was properly introduced, delivered, and followed up with supportive discussion. Although the punishment is difficult to endure for the moment with its swift decisiveness and embarrassment, it is relatively short lived. And when concluded, the tingly red-bottomed boy is filled with relieving thoughts...His masquerade unmasked, his apprehension of discovery dissolved, his debt clearly paid in full, the slate brushed clean, a wise and just lesson delivered but a wiser message received, his deed forgiven, and adult caring and acceptance restored. The boy can then proceed fresh in a positive direction with his warm behinder-reminder to help guide his future behavior. Following a properly administered spanking it is quite possible for a boy to actually experience a deep sense of security and structure...and certainly a sense of justice. He knows that when he does wrong somebody is really going to do something about it. A predictable, fair, consistent spanking delivered in concert with a beneficial teaching lecture and forgiving words for future expectations can indeed be that vivid evidence that someone does take a genuine interest...someone really cares and wants him to do better. There can then be genuine future effort not to disappoint the caring disciplinarian. Now these positive idealistic reactions may be subtle and sometimes unconscious emotions in consistently spanked boys, but we recognize such possible feelings to be very real and very deep.
However therapeutic a good program of spanking discipline may be, there are an alarmingly increasing number of boys 13 and up that are not being nurtured by any healthy disciplined environment...and we may all well be the eventual losers because of it. So help turn the tide of ignorance away from this increasing ban on all childhood spanking discipline, at any age.......We advocate far more than, Spare the rod and spoil the child...Our slogan must read, Spare Society and Spank the "Child", before everything Spoils.
We should remember that for centuries corporal punishment has prevailed. Reluctant boys have been traditionally given such deserving punishments, whether accustomed to expect it or not. The naked students and athletes of ancient Greece were flogged on their buttocks...as have been European boys, from the aristocratic tutored lads and pages of the courts, to the poor village boys and servants. English boys of all ages at home and at school seemed to have survived the commonly used canes and twarses applied across their frequently bared "arses". And we must not forget how our own rural America perpetuated the art via those trips out to the woodshed for a whoopin' with Pop's razor strop bent over the sawhorse with overalls down. Or those performances at the front of the schoolroom for a paddling or hickory switching bent over the master's desk. But these vivid documentation along with that once common old-fashioned hairbrush spanking over Mom or Dad's knee in the parlor are rapidly fading. More and more our formerly spanked parents, relatives, and educators are not continuing to pass on that valued "art" unto even the youngest of their boys, and least of all to their teenagers most in need.
In a nutshell then, show us a teenage boy and we'll show you a boy who would be much better for an occasional but most deserving session with a guiding hand...supplemented with a well directed hairbrush or paddle.
But if we agree on the wisdom of the spanking for positive correction and guidance when necessary, then we should not lose sight of the crucial benefits of nudity and positioning, and their embarrassing and humiliating complimentary contributions to effective discipline. For the teen in puberty and beyond, being forcibly bared or being expected to bare his body below the waist is usually a face-reddening experience. And the older the boy, the more humiliating is the act of baring and of positioning for punishment. Stretched out across or over the foot of his bed, or bent over the arm or back of a chair, or draped like a wet rag over the kitchen stool, or just plain standing on it...or worse yet drawn over and held across a lap... all with bottoms bared and ready...any of these positions can be the ultimate humiliation for a macho teen, in and of itself. This emotional punishment for many a modest boy may well be the more effective deterrent rather than the actual physical sting of the spanking itself. But the over-the-knee spanking is so aften associated with the kiddie spanking, that its use on teenage boys provides the ultimate message for pointing out their immaturity. And if by chance juvenile positioning and nudity in front of the punishing parents proves to be ineffective, then surely such an exhibition in the presence of offended family members, relatives, peer companions, or visiting family company will surely do the trick.
Since spanked teenagers today are in the unfortunate minority, such punished boys find themselves feeling quite alone amidst their non-spanked peers...bucking the teenage codes. Most teenage boys would comply with any disciplinary requests and future promises in order to keep their spanking punishments a secret. Even with a poorly administered spanking, the ace-in-the-hole deterrent for misconduct is the element most boys, especially teenagers, cannot deal with...fear that someone is going to find out...or worst of all suddenly be a witness to this or his next spanking spectacle. We therefore encourage you all without regard for audiences to immediately take down the pants of all aged boys, whenever and wherever trouble rears its naughty head. There is no quicker way to uncover the bare truth of a sinful situation. You will surely have the situation in the palm of your hand, and you will quickly and effectively get to the bottom of your boy's problems.
As a young boy I myself frequently received the classic bare-bottom over-the-knee spanking with the bureau hairbrush from my stepdad, grandparents, some relatives in charge with brisk consistency from just prior to full puberty right through my teens. It was an expected family procedure that was still being used occasionally even as late as my final year of high school from my Dad. There was a gradual changeover somewhere along the way from the restraining over-the knee to the expected submissiveness of the bed position. And I have lived the emotions described further in my autobiographical writings, including the humiliation of punishments from relatives. Most memorable were several very early teen spankings given in the presence of my best friend and at times various unwelcome onlookers. I have also seen the effects of teenage discipline in a college boarding house where as a student I lived with a family that openly practiced the spanking art, and permitted me to likewise maintain order in their absence as big brother "sitter" for their teenage sons' seats.
We therefore strongly advocate to all those who affect the lives of boys more positively...to start practicing this art of spanking before it dies out with the last generation to feel and know the wisdom of its effects. For if the rational spanking dies, then dies an effective check against the spread of undisciplined social erosion. Such unchecked trends weaken the very societal structure and foundation necessary to provide for the maturing needs of our most precious commodity...our growing youth.
And so indeed, we do hereby proclaim the spanking as appropriate and suitably tailored for all boys...but most especially for the adolescent from puberty through his teens...and certainly beyond the nurturing "nest" if necessary.
Join the ranks of those in control...Regain the respect and love of your boys...Take down their pants and strip them of physical and emotional barriers...spank their bared bottoms with determination, fairness, and love. When cries have faded and tears have dried, the warm red glow may kindle deep within the boy profound feelings of security, repect for authority, and of other's true concern and caring for him. And he may well show his unspoken appreciation and respect for this caring through his cooperative submission, penitent acceptance, and sincere intention for improvement. And he may well benefit from your forgiving hug for a symbolic "shoulder to cry on" while stings are fading...but fading into his growing love and respect for you.
Go forth and PRACTICE!!!...........Become a D I S C I P L E of D I S C I P L I N E......RAISE your SPANKING hand to proclaim the word and bring it down with conviction to point the way for others........You will surely be casting a heavy hand to sow the seeds of our survival upon well-prepared fertile ground...upon the hesitantly presented but respectfully submitted bared bottoms of our sons, grandsons, and nephews......Plant those spanking seeds with LOVING CARE...Weed the way with WISDOM...Fertilize with FAIRNESS...Sun the surface with STERNNESS...And Reap your harvest with lasting RESULTS......These new disciplinary seeds will spread and multiply with each generation.
SAVE OUR SOCIETY FOR TOMORROW...PLEASE PLEDGE TO SPANK YOUR BOY TODAY!! And maybe someday that boy will thank you for your caring, spanking, forgiving, soothing hand. I certainly was properly disciplined and I am by far the better man for my well-spanked bottom.

I have never gotten a Birthday spanking! Well not a fun playful one away.
I did however get a spanking on my birthday when I was 13 but that was NOT fun or playful!
My Aunt from Texas was up to spend the week and she was most excited about planning a day for my birthday. She asked me if I liked going to movies and I did, so that was Go.
Now....WHAT movie you ask? Well I don't know what part of 13 the old lady didn't get but The movie we went to was Robin hood, a Walt Disney animated film much more suited for 6 year olds than 13 year old boy! I was really mad at my parents for not correcting her but my dad was not hearing any of my protest, he said we get many chances to get to the movie again but today My aunt wanted to treat me and I WOULD be a good boy!
Well...I sighed 500 times at the movie began and yawned....and I guess it was rather clear I wasn't happy to be there..I got about 6 times only the the last time my father followed me, yanked me into the men's room and leaned across the sink and swatted my backside about 5 times before saying he had JUST about enough of me and I when we got home I would be taught a proper lesson about being a good boy and thankful for the gesture my Aunt had wanted me to have a good time.
True to my other times in trouble I returned to my seat and never got up again and told my aunt I loved it! My dad said Alan wasn't feeling well and he was going take me home while Aunt and mother went to dinner. I knew if I said one word the REAL reason I wasn't "feeling well" would be revealed and I sure didn't want my aunt to know I had a date with either a brush or strap on my bare bottom.
To this day ..I hate robin hood!


In my area the Forsythia Bushes are in full bloom. The forsythia bush was my mother favorite pick in a switch. if you don't know, the forsythia bush have long straight branches, loaded in the spring with small yellow flower with are easily stripped off. The branch are 3 to 5 foot long with no side branches, Every time I see a yellow forsythia bush, I think of a switch. At in my area the yellow bush is everywhere. Any one else ever get whipped with a forsythia branch.



Q:What spanking blogs/tumbles would you recommend?
 A: psychtoo , sxekink , boybuster , inchargedad , librarylance , gayboyslife69 , skelpusa , diggerman63 , generouslymellowpirate , and confusedoutsider … ya might like also to check out blissfuldominance and thekinkygrad - tho these are not primarily spanking sites (still well worth a look!)


If you want to give a solid spanking it is best rapid fire. it's hell guy's but you know it's a spanking!


WHAT IS SLAVERY, AND WHAT IS IT NOT

slavery is not about suffering . .
. . slavery is about service.
slavery is not about humiliation . .
. . slavery is about humility.
slavery is not about pain . .
. . slavery is about being present.
slavery is not about being used . .
. . slavery is about being of use
slavery is not about control . .
. . slavery is about letting go.
slavery is not about what is done to you . .
. . slavery is about what you do for others.
slavery is not about abuse . .
. . slavery is about acceptance.
slavery is not about proving anything . .
. . slavery is about being real.
slavery is not about contempt . .
. . slavery is about respect.
slavery is not about how you look . .
. . slavery is about how much you care.
slavery is not about denying yourself . .
. . slavery is about being open
slavery is not about bondage . .
. . slavery is about freeing your spirit.
slavery is not about punishment . .
. . slavery is about discipline.
slavery is not about being unable to escape . .
. . slavery is about being committed.
slavery is not about submission . .
. . slavery is about obedience.
slavery is not about fear . .
. . slavery is about trust.
slavery is not about sex . .
. . slavery is about love.
slavery is not about pleasure . .
. . slavery is about happiness


Michael beat me 21 hours ago, and I am still sore. No marks or bruises, but it is painful to sit on the toilet, and I can locate the sore spots of both buttocks with my hands. It was a fantastic beating.
Late in the afternoon on Sunday, and lazy day when we had done nothing, really, other than clean the kitchen and do some grocery shopping, we were sitting side by side at our computers, playing games, answering emails, posting to Facebook, etc., and he says to me “OK, I’m done here. You go on up stairs and I’ll see if I can’t find a way to make this afternoon memorable.
So, I went upstairs, showered, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting. Enough time went by for me to imagine several scenarios, and up he came.
He went into the bathroom first. Then we went into the spare room and opened the closet where some of our less-frequently-used toys are kept. When he came into the bed room he was wearing thin latex rubber gloves and carrying a tube of sports cream, a butt plug and a Wattenberg wheel.
“On your belly” was all he said.
I lay on my stomach, slid a pillow under by face, and reached up and held the top edge of the mattress. I spread my legs and hooded my feet over the bottom edge of the mattress. He put the toys down on the mattress, stripped naked, picked up the bamboo bath brush, and sat between my knees, pushing my legs further apart.
He spread the cream up and down my ass crack, and slathered it around my anus. Then one hand reached under me and took my ball sack and started massaging it. The heat of the cream spread and made me squirm. The other hand rubbed the butt plug up and down my ass crack, and once the plug was well greased, he pushed it in to my ass hole.
The heat, the sting, was incredible. He started to spank my balls. I buried by face in the pillow and moaned, loudly.
“Kept it in. If you loose it, we will start over.”
“How many?”
“Never mind. But you will take the full measure in one shot, with that in place, you hear me?”
“Yes sir.”
And he began to beat my ass with the bath brush. Back and forth, then 10 on each cheek, then three on one cheek and one on the other. I stopped counting at 50. I tried, seriously, to hold the butt plug place, but I lost it.
“Ok, we start over.” And he squeezed more cream on my ass crack, ran plug up and own, inserted it, pushing it hard and deep, and started the beating again, same pattern.
I was so concentrated on keeping the burning greasy plug in place that I nearly forgot the brush strokes. When my mind wavered, I lost it and the plug fell out.
“OK. We start over.” Same procedure. And again, and one more time.
He said, “It’s hopeless. You can’t do it. Fine. You get the beating, and you keep that plug in place till bed time.”
And he changed the technique a little. He kept one hand on the plug and used the other to wield the bath brush. I counted, freed from having to concentrate on holding my asshole tight. Thirty back and forth. 10 on one side, 10 on the other to a total of 30 on each side. Three on one side one on the other for a total of 100. Then, rapid fire, back and forth. Here I lost cost, the blows came so fast, at 70, but it went on considerably after that.
He stopped, and got up, I thought we were done. “OK, let’s end with the strap. Count them out.” And he gave me 50 of the hardest swats ever with the prison strap, square across both cheeks. I was screaming into the pillow.
“Good boy. Now, I’ll get you off.” If you have ever been masturbated with sports cream, you know the real meaning of “agony and ecstasy.”
I looked at the clock. The whole session had taken 45 minutes. He put the toys away while I panted and came down from the orgasm. He handed me my underpants, and I pulled them up over the butt plug.
The rest of the night went as usual. He went to bed at 10; I went to bed at midnight, taking the butt plug out after I was in bed.
He had left for work before I got up this morning. The butt plug had been moved from the bedside table to the kitchen counter, the sports cream tube beside it. I have not put it in. He is due home within the hour it. I think he will insert it then.
My ass has never been so sore so long.


 On the topic of mouth soaping I got IN addition to a spanking many times as boy. (it was never an or just added on) often dad asked me to "explain myself" and in trying to get out of the trouble it was clear I was lying and that only made things worse "Very Well Mister Schmidt you just added a mouth soaping to your spanking" (*GULP) It took place in the laundry room which was also in the basement. I be in my dad's office waiting and when he was ready he come down and when a mouth soaping was added to the spanking he would tell to get down my underpants and then get the soap ready and call him when it was. What "ready" meant was I had to get a brand new bar of soap, and then run in VERY hot water (over the big washing machine sinks) dad suggested it be 3 to 5 minutes but he wanted the soap nice and soft for my soaping. when it was ready I had to call to him "dad it's ready" (not an easy to have to do...)


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