Ships That Pass In The Afternoon

I never did get to find out Melanie’s second name, it was never that kind of relationship, unfortunately because she was one hell of a lady, as I was to find out, we had been flirting on Facebook for a couple of months , a divorced mum in her mid forties, she worked in a school, so she told me, and I have no reason to doubt her. And with her kids ,gym and mates, she didn’t seem to have the time to meet me,  she had promised  me she would once the long school summer holidays were with us and now they were  she had disappeared somewhere hot to soak up some sun and relax, so we never had chance to talk properly about what she wanted, though being spanked (albeit not very hard) was high on the list. She looked on hot babe for her age and I almost felt out of my league before we started, but we had talked a couple of times on the phone and she seemed keen, though I was nervous that she would go off the idea once we met in the flesh, but then again nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I was on my way to Gatwick Airport to meet someone off a plane, when I got the message that the plane had been delayed by three hours, stupid of me not to have checked before I set out, so I pulled into a garage en route, for a coffee and too while away some time, sitting there bored ,  my mind turned to spanking and if often did, and Melanie came to my mind, and I realised that it was two pm in the afternoon and I was no more than 30 mins from where she lived, deep in south London, so on the spur of the moment I texted her.

Quite curtly and bluntly, I said something like ” how about this afternoon , young lady, I can be there in 20 mins”, less that  a minute later the phone beeped with a text message an equally curt “call me” , so I pushed the button and dialed the number, trying to be chatty, we hadn’t gotten close to the deep conversation I alway’s had with women about their needs , safe words et al, and I knew she had never done this before so I had to be careful, though she had confessed to sleeping with guys she had met online before.

“just come on round , have a chat and let’s see what happens, she ventured”, apart from a delivery man delivering a new bed, I have the place to myself for the rest of the day”. I was a bit taken aback as to how forward’s she was and within a couple of minutes we had hung up, the phone had beeped again with a text with her address and I was on my way, excited but strangely nervous, this woman was hot, I was not and we hadn’t discussed in any  depth what she wanted, I had this feeling that she was going to take on look at me and send me on my way, I am normally a pretty confident guy but suddenly that confidence had deserted me and I arrived outside her small but modern semi, my heart was racing as I rang the door bell, this had never quite happened to me like this before, it was the girls that were supposed to be nervous.

I was met by a vision, a  stunning brunette, shoulder length hair, deeply tanned from her holiday, and so show it off she was wearing no more than a plain white T Shirt, a sort  denim skirt and sandals, she clearly had spent hours in the gym honing her body and it was all set of with the most stunning albeit fake breasts. Out of my league, I felt even surer that I was now, though she invited me into her kitchen sat me at the breakfast bar and poured me an orange juice from the fridge, she stood as we talked for the next twenty minutes or so about work, kids , holidays almost anything but the matter in hand, she paced up and down a little whilst I simply admired the vision in front of me, I had a lazy lob on, just talking to her.

Eventually it was she who broke the ice, “Are you going to spank me then”, it was a simple question and my confidence suddenly returned, I tried to start a conversation about spanking, trying to as whether she was looking for proper discipline or a lighter more sexual experience, but she replied that she didn’t know, just spank me and lets see what happens, take it as it comes. She knew I had no implements with me, no canes or straps and this was not going to be more than a hand spanking, and she admitted to me that she wasn’t nervous “should I be” she asked innocently. Not this time, I suggested, but think about next time, when I am stood here flexing a cane in my hand about to ask you to bend over and touch your toes, then you will be nervous and rightly so, but for this afternoon let’s have some fun, she smiled, “I can’t imagine me ever agreeing to be caned but you never know, so what happens next! ” she was so matter of fact about it, I suggested to her that she should stand and face the wall and put her hands on her head, and this time she did as she was asked without further discussion.

I sat on the stool for the next 3 or 4 minutes in complete silence, you could have heard a pin drop as I admired the luscious body that was about to go over my lap and the bottom I was about to spank, this was really happening, I had to pinch myself. It was lovely warm summers day and I was in the mood for everything, but very mindful that we still didn’t have a script or so much as a plan and we still hadn’t discussed how far she wanted to go, as she simply didn’t know till we got there.

Eventually I walked over and stood behind her, and pulled up the skirt, with the words, “lets see if you are wearing suitable knickers then”, it took me a nano second to realise she was wearing none and only a couple of seconds longer for me to have a full-scale erection, this wasn’t usual, I didn’t normally get so excited so quickly , “you are a naughty girl”, I told her, standing back admiring the tiny tattoo ar the top of her firm tanned right buttock, she hadn’t covered up much on the beach.

You had better go to your room, I shall have to spank you. “yes sir” she countered smiling, she was clearly both enjoying this and taking it non too seriously, she had finally picked up on the safe word and given me permission to proceed, I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, admiring her arse some more as we went, this was going to be special. I sat on the edge of her bed and asked her to take her place over my lap, my erection was solid by this point and she must have immediately felt it against her stomach. In fact she wriggled a bit just to help it on its way, Jesus it was forty years since a girl had made me come in my pants, it couldn’t happen again at my age, I had to calm myself.

I raised her skirt once mare and fondled her bottom gently, which she seemed to enjoy. I then took her left wrist and pinned it to the small of her back, the classic OTK pose, she was restrained and helpless , going nowhere, I slapped her gently about ten times on each cheek and then rubbed some more she was purring with delight already, and you could visibly see her getting turned on, her lip’s parted and she was very moist. I touched her sex very gently and she moaned, just a light touch no more, no penetration and then I quickly returned to the immediate matter in hand, spanking her!

This time I applied my palm with a bit more vigour and after about ten swats her bottom was starting to turn pink, but then suddenly it was, no, no, no stop I can’t do this, that’s much too hard, it wasn’t a safe word but I knew she was serious. I was taken aback I had barely touched her, and it seemed the afternoon was over, I didn’t however get chance to get too deflated , she had made no attempt to move from her position over my lap , “I am sorry about that I don’t think spanking is for me “she started, “but I love the way you were stroking me, that was so good, can you do it some more”, is the pope a catholic I thought and returned to the matter in hand, OK I thought to myself, let’s see if you can give this girl a real treat, it’s not looking good, but maybe just maybe you will get to see her again, I desperately wanted to, so I stroked and stroked and stroked some more, it was almost like stroking  a cat but much, much, much more fun, when I tired briefly of stroking her bum i stroked her thighs instead, I pushed her legs further and further apart, her pussy was completely shaven, and after twenty minutes, during which time I hadn’t  touched, it she was begging me too “please make me come, she gasped”, I ignored her request and just played with her thighs some more concentrating on the more sensitive parts of her inner thigh, but refusing to tough the honey pot, five more minute and she was begging.  I slipped my thumb and fore finger into her gaping chasm, and easily found her clitoris with my middle finger, within a minute she had achieved a shuddering orgasm and was trembling on my lap, she recovered her composure and I told her to stand up, confident that there was more to come, “take your clothes off young lady” I ordered, and she quickly complied, the T Shirt was off and I was confronted with the most staggering sight I had ever witnessed, they were awesome. I instructed her to lie on her back on the bed and once again to put her hands on her head and keep them there, if you feel uncomfortable tell me to stop, I offered, but she assured me it was fine.

I was enjoying this I must have played with her breasts for a further 15 or twenty minutes, enjoying the ecstatic smile on her face, this wasn’t how I expected the afternoon to go, but hey it was even better than I ever dreamed. She was completely submissive but in a totally and awesome sexual way, I was sure she must be tiring on me nibbling her nipples, sometimes quite hard, she clearly enjoyed that kind of pain, so eventually I traced my tongue across her taut belly, taking my time before burying it deep inside her, I do love giving oral sex, and this was heaven, she came three more times in the next half and hour before I reached the point where I was about to collapse with exhaustion, I had always subscribed to the idea that older guys had to try harder to keep a younger woman satisfied, and out the women’s needs before their own, that’s what separates the men from the boys, and I had given my all on this occasion, and still hadn’t been rewarded with my own orgasm despite being on the brink. In fact I was still  dressed, though that wasn’t too last.

“You’re turn” she looked me in the eyes, and I felt a real connection, she sat up on the bed, a quickly removed my shirt and toe and unzipped my trousers, grasping my cock inside my pants, and playing with it ever so gently, god I was about to come again and far too soon, I stopped her by leaping to my feet and removing the last of my clothes myself, feeling a bit silly with my trousers round my ankles and my socks on and I want to get back in control, I am not a slim man but she seemed beyond caring, which was doing wonders for my confidence, I sat astride her and pushed my cock into the chasm between her large and unnaturally firm boobs, and she picked up the message and played with them gently masturbating me it a truly heavenly pattern, I just about managed to stop her before I came and dived back between her legs with my own tongue, I wanted the afternoon to last forever, but  she had other ideas, she slipped her lips around my cock, we were in the classic 69 position, my head buried between her heavenly thighs concentrating everything on giving her a good time, desperately trying to ignore the fact that I was about to explode, a fw moments later we both exploded together in mutual orgasm, we both collapsed fully satiated and I took her in my arms and held her tight, telling her how fabulous she was, here was a woman I wanted to see much more of, she insisted that I wasn’t so bad myself and suggested I should be quite so harsh about myself when describing myself to women, she had met a lot worse, I took that as a compliment.

We had been at it for a good two hours and I was hoping that we might both raise the energy for one more go, I wanted nothing more than to enter her properly, I was a little annoyed that I had succumbed to the blow job, and spent my all.

The peace was shattered by the door bell, we had both forgotten the delivery man, she quickly dressed and let them in whilst I lay naked on her bed, but when she returned the moment had gone, and she suggested I got dressed and left adding that she would be keen to see me again as long  I didn’t want to spank her.

We kissed and I headed on to Gatwick, I called her in the morning, but her phone was off, her Facebook page was closed down, and to this day still is, she was gone disappeared back into the internet from whence she came, a true ship that passed in the afternoon, it was an afternoon I shall never forget, if you ever get to read this, thanks for the memory.

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Lady Isabella

 

 Lady Isabella is a truly beautiful and wonderful woman, she has promised me she will come here soon, and tell you all about our meeting late last year, so for now I shall say nothing!

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HowTo Spank (from an anonymous internet source)

.. How To Spank Spanking is a much more personal and intimate than other forms of discipline. There is nothing quite like the feel of your boy bent over your knee, bare ass arched upwards, quivering with a combination of fear and anticipation. For the bottom, too, it provides a very unique feeling – both physically and mentally. Spanking evokes memories of corporal punishment many of us experience in childhood. For this reason, many spankees look for tops who fit the roles of Daddy, Mommy, coach, a big brother, Aunt or other authority figures. Position & Posture One of the factors that sets spanking apart from other forms of discipline is the deliberate and sometimes ceremonial positioning of the participants. While some spankings are haphazard, many prefer spankings that include the ritual of positioning. Both the spankee and spanker adopt positions that facilitate and enhance the spanking. These positions generally work to the advantage of the spanker and the disadvantage of the spankee. The spanker enjoys the following advantages from their position: Comfort Whether standing or sitting, the spanker is positioned to be comfortable throughout the spanking. They are able to swing their arm at a natural angle and able to sustain a lengthy spanking with ease because of their position. Strength Because they are able to wind up and freely swing their arm at a natural angle, the spanker is able to apply swats to the intended target with force. While standing, the spanker cannot only swing their arm but rotate their body to deliver maximum energy to an anxiously awaiting, clenching derriere. Full Access The spankee’s position is designed to fully expose their bottom and the spanker’s relative position is designed to put that bottom at a convenient angle and height. Therefore, the spanker is able to view, tweak, pat and spank it. Safety Because the spanker is in the position to easily spank the rear-end at the correct angle, it is much less likely that a blow will fall too high or too low. Control The spanker’s position gives them the “upper hand” and allows them to easily control the spankee. They sit or stand higher than the spankee and are easily able to restrain and situate the spankee. The spankee realizes the following effects from their position: Relative comfort Except for the notable exception of their backside, Many think it’s important that the spankee be relatively comfortable so they can focus on the sensations being inflicted upon their posterior. Anticipation Bending over and getting into position to get your bottom blistered signals the beginning of the spanking and builds anticipation. Increased sensation A properly positioned bottom will tend to be spanked harder and more completely on the sensitive “sit spot.” Humiliation Being put over the knee is a childish, humiliating posture. Having to “assume the position” is humiliating in its submission and rubs in the fact that they are being spanked. Exposure A properly positioned bottom is fully exposed. The cheeks are fully presented and split, their undersides turned up. In the case of men, the anus and back of scrotum show. Women are even more exposed, their rectums and vulvas fully visible. Emphasis on their bottom Spanking positions place the center of attention on the bottom of the person being spanked, a fact not lost on said person. The bottom is emphasized by its exposure and upturned position relative to the spanker. Presentation of their bottom Not only is the bottom exposed and emphasized but the spankee feels they are willingly “sticking it out” and presenting it for its punishment in the same way that the condemned man must place his head on the chopping block. The spankee knows their bottom cannot evade or escape the swats. Submission Cooperatively getting into position to be spanked is the primary act of submission in spanking. Safety Although it may be of little solace, the spankee can take comfort in the fact that their position affords safety from injury. Of course, this can be disconcerting if they know they will be spanked with even more abandon. Loss of control Once positioned, the spankee has relinquished control and may not easily regain it until the spanking is done. They may have difficulty removing their rear from the line of fire if they try. Inability to clench When standing, one can clench their cheeks together, mitigating the sting of a swat and the exposure. When properly positioned, it is more difficult to clench cheeks and the spanking will be applied to a relaxed, bouncing bottom. Excellent visual presentation Speaking from the point of view of an admitted bottom fancier, there are few times that someone looks more adorable and beautiful than when he or she is positioned to be spanked. Not only is the bottom emphasized, but it is formed to a flattering shape and sexily perked out. Spanking positions would be sexy even to people not into spanking. Specific Positions Following are descriptions of various positions that many find erotic, their distinguishing characteristics, tactics that can be used to enhance them, and precautions to take. All descriptions assume a right-handed spanker. Over the lap The spanker sits with good posture in an armless chair, knees together. The person being spanked must lay face down across the spanker’s lap, with their head to the left and their feet to the right. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker’s right thigh. In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn’t have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee’s head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned up. A palm pressed against the back of the head and swats to the thighs are helpful in positioning the spankee. Knees should be at least six inches apart and the lower back should be “arched” or dipped to further turn up their rear. For a woman, this will result in her vulva being fully exposed and presented. Depending on size, toes will either be resting against the floor or hoisted off a few inches. The full weight of the spankee should be resting on the lap. Hands can either be on the floor or grasping the legs of the chair. If the right hand flies back during spanking, it should be pinned to the lower back by the spanker’s left hand. Prior to starting to spank, the spanker should firmly grasp the spankee’s waist above the right hip with the left hand to prevent squirming off the lap. Then the left elbow should be planted between the shoulder blades to keep the head and shoulders from bobbing up. The spanker should raise their right knee slightly, turning up the bottom further. In the case of a woman or man spanking a boy, she should make sure his penis is pressed firmly against her right thigh and aimed to the left. By turning their upper body to the right, the spanker can get a fuller swing and more comfortably apply a stronger swat. By combining all of these tactics – the raised knee, the elbow in the back, the hand in the small of the back – the spanker can effectively pin the spankee down and spank the daylights out of them. Over the knee Similar to over-the-lap except the spankee is bent over the left knee with their legs restrained by the spanker’s right leg. Hands on ankles This is the classic school-style paddling position. The student must stand well clear of obstacles with feet shoulder width apart. Leaving knees straight and back straight, the student must bend over and grasp their ankles with both hands. The spanker may want to observe the student’s hands throughout the paddling to ensure they do not leave the ankles and earn extra swats. The spanker stands facing the left side of the student. They should stand far enough away so the paddle barely overlaps past the right cheek. They should adjust fore and aft to ensure that both cheeks are struck at the same time (assuming a paddle is being used. Canes and straps warrant slightly forward positioning). It is not possible to more fully expose and present a rear end than when in this position. When one is told to bend over and grab their ankles, one is, in effect, being told, “we intend to thoroughly paddle your bottom. So not only will you present your rear-end but you will stretch and endeavor to stick it up and out as far as you absolutely positively can. And throughout the paddling, you will continue to strain to stick it out for the paddle.” Since the angle between the legs and the upper body is well under 90 degrees, this position spreads the cheeks and exposes the rectum and genitals more than any other position. This is a great fantasy position, but manyI think it only works safely in reality for spankees with flexible bodies (especially when a thick paddle is used). Inflexible people can’t reach their ankles without bending their knees. Men run the risk of getting their testicles whacked. Non-fleshy butts get pulled tightly across the pelvic bones and don’t provide enough padding when a heavy paddle is used. Hands on knees is a safer, more workable position than hands-on-ankles. The bottom is presented in a plumper, more paddle-friendly shape but visually, the position is still very school-like. Depending on the person, I think this position can be more visually appealing because the back can be arched a bit which perks up the bottom. In fact, the further up the legs the hands are placed, the more the spankee can arch their back and stick out their rump. Again, feet should be shoulder width apart and hand positioning enforced. Because the back can be arched and bottom upturned, it should be required, both prior and during the paddling. A technique which tends to arch the back correctly is to require the student to look forward at a spot high on the wall. That way, they are required to pull their head up and arch their back. Over the desk on tiptoes Another school-like position. The student must bend over a desk with nose or chest pressed to the desk. Hands and arms should be placed on the desk over their head to further arch the back. To further elevate their bottoms to be spanked, they must raise up onto their toes. Penalty swats can be awarded for every incidence of a heel touching the floor (hint: watch after the “last” swat before the student is told they may relax). Over a barstool or horse This is probably the best position for paddling because the bottom is presented in a plump and relaxed manner. The person to be punished must lay their full weight across the stool, their feet hanging and hands grasping the legs of the stool at a level such that there is a little support for their upper body. This is a relaxed, comfortable position which works well for lengthy spankings. Laying on bed Another comfortable position for lengthy spankings and ensuing diversions. The spankee must lay face-down on a bed. Their face should be pressed to the mattress while their hips and bottom are elevated on pillows. Since pillows are compressible, it may take three or four to achieve the proper elevation. Kneeling in chair This is a favorite positions for spankees with great butts because, properly executed, it presents the rear in its most flattering light. The trick is in the execution. The spankee must kneel in the seat of a padded chair (save those knees for later) facing the back with the thighs vertical and upper body forward over the back. Again, the spankee should be required to arch the back well. Two things conspire to shape his or her bottom. First, the back of the chair prevents him or her from bending so far as to preclude a good back arch. Second, just as high heels shape calves fully by angling the foot to shorten and bulge the calf muscle, kneeling with the calves at right angles to the thighs seems to allow the buttocks to bulge fully. Adjustment & readjustment Most people think it’s important to deliberately position and adjust the spankee prior to the first swat. Emphasis should be placed on positioning and presenting the bottom fully. Throughout the spanking, the spankee should be readjusted as their position begins to fail. Verbal instruction Many folks think it’s best to require the spankee to willfully maintain their own position without the physical assistance of the spanker, especially in the case of stand-up paddlings. Therefore, verbal communication is necessary throughout the spanking to encourage the spankee to continue to assume the correct position. Pickiness One of the disciplinary aspects of spanking is that no matter how perfect the spankee is positioned, they can always improve, stick their bottom out a little further, etc. The spanker should not feel guilty that their exacting demands regarding position are perhaps a little too picky and unrealistic.

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Emma Bishops Own True Story www.thetroublewithemma.com

I squirmed my way back home last night with a sore bottom on a  very uncomfortable train seat.  My challenge with Peter Jones (AKA London Spank Daddy) took place yesterday afternoon and i’m sure he won’t mind me saying that it probably ended up in a draw (he drew lines on my bottom and i drew gasps of breath!).

We met at the train station and headed for a quick coffee. Once again my scattiness added to my impending punishment when he said that as I had assured him I would remember where the venue was he didn’t write it down, so he didn’t write down the contact number! “Erm did I really say that, I can’t remember? Because last time I was driving and didn’t pay attention”. Thankfully I have web access on my mobile phone so was able to find the venue’s site and we made it there just in time.

As this was a meeting of two spankos from completely different sides we decided to do it the traditional way. This meant I was to be back in school uniform and to report to Mr Jones’s new residency study which he will now be using to deal with the many other naughty girls in line for the LSD experience. For me this was slightly unique, because as I was just intrigued about the whole book/image/persona/marketing of this mystery man. Well you know me, I am curious and adventurous and will do most things to improve as a spanking model, and person, even if it sometimes gets heated!. This was a challenge I just so had to have, if only to put my roving reporter/ inquisitive bottom on the line for the good of the spanking industry, maybe?. Now that I was actually going through with it, it dawned upon me that he could actually be all he had told me he was, I could have to apologise to him face to face, and he could actually be capable of making me a very sorry and sore young lady. I hadn’t slept last night at all and was totally unlike the confident pouting girl you have come to know. My mind began to wander and I ended up sleeping on my tummy and feeling anxious about whether I needed to get used to this position again or not.

I went upstairs and got changed and was told to knock and wait outside his study when I was ready. As I dressed I was breathing unusually heavier than usual but still wondering how this charming mild mannered man could turn into a demon headmaster. “Maybe he is a beginner after all and I’ve been had?”  I imagined, and “Oh, it will be OK Emma, he is just a writer who has never spanked a girl before, and you have stupidly given him your pretty experienced bottom for target practice!” Ignoring my inner monologue I did as I was instructed, came down stairs and knocked on the door. He came out and said he was busy and I had to wait with my hands on my head facing the wall until he was ready. A few minutes later he told me to come in.

I was now face to face with him and he got right down to the business of telling me why I was there, what would be the outcome and that if I didn’t follow instructions it would be even more painful for me. My hands were soon back on my head and I faced the wall as he raised my skirt to check I had regulation navy blue knickers on….but OMG, in my haste (genuine) I had left them upstairs and opted for white cotton ones! I was ordered back upstairs and given two minutes to change and get back down to wait outside the study again, which I did.

After that I went in and was soon bent over the desk and given a few (very mild) slaps across my skirt with a ruler. “Oooh this is nothing” I was thinking, “He is an amateur after all?”.

At this point I am not going to spoil the London Spank Daddy experience for any girls out there who may want to take the trip, but the pictures should speak for themselves. All I will tell you is what I received:

a) A spanking over his knee on my skirt and then my knickers
b) Six strokes of a flexible slipper, again across my knickers
c) 24 strokes of the cane (12 with a medium kooboo i think, and 12 with a heavier senior cane). The last six of these were given rapidly and hard as I was sprawled full length across the desk kneeling on the arms of a chair.

Did it hurt? Yes, but as I never hold up Dancing on Ice cards (lol), I will just say that he knows what he is doing and is excellent at role play. Emotionally he got me there, and I felt I coped really well with the caning and as a spanking model I don’t think I let myself down. I have had a lot worse before, but today was about the whole experience so its not all about “how hard do you want it” etc, that is for players and this was not playing at it. Was it real? Yes, although it was done in role play I was totally immersed in the situation I had brought upon myself so I felt truly awkward, humiliated and sorry afterwards and it took me a few minutes to stop crying and come back down. And London Spank Daddy? A lovely man who is rational, speaks calmly but firmly so you know where you stand, considers your wellbeing but will give you what you want, so think seriously about what you ask for because it may just come back and bite you on the bum!
So, its a big thank you to Mr Peter Jones for today and I wish him well in his future plans!

PS: You can read more  about London Spank Daddy by joining his social network True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy

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TARA (Updated 23rd March 2010)

Tara was just seventeen years old, the day she set out from her aunt’s home in Egham, full of excitement heading by train for London, to meet Samantha, a girl just 5 years older than her but light years away from herself, at least in her own eyes.

From their chats first on Facebook chat and later on Skype, Samantha seemed the height of sophistication and charm, she lived alone in a well appointed flat near Regents Park which she had managed to pay cash for, from an inheritance from her grandfather, other than that she wasn’t rich, but had just graduated from Law School and secured her first job with a firm of City lawyers.

Tara herself had just had an offer to start studying law that autumn at Kings College and she was mightily proud of herself, she felt confident that she too could achieve her dream to become a top lawyer and who better to have as a mentor than Samantha and more importantly Samantha’s friend and mentor Peter Jones. Somehow she wanted to get to that man, and she didn’t really want to wait, she had been just sixteen when she had stumbled on his book and had been entranced by it, at the world of BDSM and spanking it offered, she had found him via Facebook and had been hurt when he totally rejected her advances, trying to tell her she was too young indeed!

She was sixteen, past the age of consent a grown up what was his problem, but no he had blanked her completely refused to accept her as a friend, and told her to come back when she was 21. That was eighteen months ago, and now she really couldn’t wait any longer, she had however managed to befriend Samantha who knew him having met him on a work placement and ended up being not only spanked by him but mentored through the rest of her studies and he had helped secure her job albeit with a rival firm

Tara knew she needed a much older man to keep an eye on her and keep her in check, it wasn’t a sexual thing, she thought of it simply as needing a new father figure since both her parents had been killed in a car accident when she was ten, hence her being brought up by her aunt. Tara also wanted to test her feelings with Sam who had confessed to bisexual tendencies, she had no problem attracting boys, but wanted to try something different and she wasn’t quite sure what.

As she walked into the quiet bar in mid afternoon, she spotted her straight away, they were both attractive blondes, Tara felt a little underdressed in her tight jeans and T Shirt, compared to the older girl in her more formal business suit. Albeit with her hem line a couple of inches above the knee.

Tara’s birthday was just six weeks away, and Sam had promised her that she would persuade Peter to spank her for her birthday treat, but first she needed to convince Sam that she was gown up enough and sensible enough to know what she was doing and why, Peter was always oh so careful about consent, and was still a bit concerned about the idea of a girl of 18 playing with a guy almost 40 years older, it wasn’t play Tara wanted though was it?

By the time the girls had finished a bottle of wine, a couple of hours later, the girls both knew they would be friends for life and headed back to Samantha’s flat. Tara had never been so happy and excited in all her life.

 Samantha understood Tara ,she had been there herself, the idea of being spanked had strangely thrilled her from a young age, too young an age, not that she ever thought that she would be, that was all a thing of the past now, she had done some internet research and come across websites full of strange ,mainly older people who indulged in mutual spanking pleasure, but it was too scary a world for her, it didn’t seem like something a well educated university student would do, she had mentioned it too a couple of friends, but the girls and the one boyfriend she had brought it up with had written her off as crazy, and she was far too shy and sensible to go to fetish clubs and explore alone.

 Things had changed one night just after she had started a summer work placement with a small fim of lawyers, Peter one of the partners had taken an instant shine to her, he was in his late fifties but looked a little younger, probably nearer 50 in  her own eyes, she rather liked the idea of older men, and found them strangley attractive, even Peter somehow had an attraction despite being thirty years older, she saw him as much more of a friendly father figure though who might help her on her way in life, than a possible sexual conquest and he being the perfect gentleman had never made any unwanted overtures to her.

 She had been out for a drink and a chat a couple of times and had enjoyed his company, so when he had asked if she wanted to attend a book signing with him, for one of his author clients she had  readily agreed, if it gets boring he had added, I will buy you dinner afterwards with the hint of a twinkle in his eye.

 It was a warm evening, and as the event finished at around 8pm Peter had suggested they take a short walk to the Thames in Richmond, and they managed to find themselves a seat in a Riverside pub , Samantha was unsure how the conversation had turned to the subject of Corporal Punishment and was quite surprised to learn that the normally Liberal minded Peter, actually considered it to be a good idea, it never did me any harm he had suggested, and I don’t think for all their efforts they have come up with an adequate alternative, Peter was no fan of ASBO’s and wasn’t that keen on locking people up, it was chief painful and efficient he had explained, nothing wrong with that.

 Samantha fely herself blush ever so slightly when she asked him whether it has the same effect on girls, from what she had understood girls were rarely punished in that way, she blushed even harder when she then found herself asking if he felt that it turned people into perverts later in life.Peter had laughed, picking up on her interest, I don’t quite think so he had responded, yes adults got off on being spanked but thats very different to getting the cane at school or from your parents, there was nothing at all sexual about being punished, it only becomes sexuallyarousing when its done a little more gently at first and the stinging build up slowly, when you just get whacked it just nhurts an awful lot, of that Ican assure you. Samantha blushed a little more as she asked him how come he was such an expert on the subject, in fact the moment she said it , she had regretted it, it was pushing the conversation to afr with aguy who was the senior partner at a law form where she was just helping out  for the summer, Peter in fact was delighted that the girl was showing such obvious interest, “Oh I have spanked a few myself in my time”, his eyes twinkled,”And its never done them any harm either”.

  Samantha was quite shocked by this revelation, but the wine was taking hold and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to help herself from probing further, and it was fairly clear that Peter wouldn’t mind either. So she took a deep breathe and told him about how her mother had once threatened her as a child, and told her all about the caning she had once received in her youth, from her own mother, how she had told her how lucky she was that it was now illegal as she certainly deserved it for the way she had been behaving of late, instead she had grounded her for a month and how ever since that day she had wondered what felt like, whether it was actually that bad or whether it would have been preferable to being grounded, and whether indeed it would have made her a better person had her mother carried out the threat.

 Peter smiled at her and replied “Hmm well you had better keepon your toes at work for the rest of the summer”, and then changed the subject.

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Introducing Jane Marsden

Jane Marsden suddenly felt scared, very scared, she felt it right in the pit of her stomach that seemed awash with butterflies and she felt sure here knee’s were about to turn to jelly, what had seemed a good idea at the time suddenly felt far less attractive at this moment but she knew it was too late  to back down now, well she knew she could , it only took a safe word, but this was what she had wanted for the last thirty years, that’s how long it had taken to pluck up the courage to face this moment, and she knew if she walked away now not only would she never return, but that she would also regret it for the rest of her life.

She had been searching for years for a man who she could trust to discipline her, and in Peter she felt sure that she had found the man, his reputation certainly preceded him and  she knew that she was in for a seriously painful time, but then again that’s what she wanted, that’s what she had asked for as they chatted first online, then on the phone and later still over coffee, a lot of time and effort had been put into creating this moment and she knew she had to see it through.

Why she had developed this fetish in her early twenties she had no idea, but now at the age of 52 with her children grown up and a recent divorce behind her the time for experimentation seemed right, she had never been punished as a child, in fact she had an idyllic childhood, she was mightily grateful that Corporal Punishment had been abolished at the end of her third year at school, as she knew she would have been caned no more than two terms later, she had visited her Headmistress’s office for a very stern lecture, after an incident of horseplay in the Science labs, she had been told in no uncertain terms that she deserved six of the  best for her exploits, but as that sanction had been removed she would have to stand outside the Headmistress’s study every day until the end of term some two weeks away with the other two girls involved. She was grateful.

It was probably ten years later, after her boyfriend of the day had smacked her bottom a little bit over playfully during sex, and really turned her on, that she had started to think about it again, what it might have been like to have been caned that day ten years earlier and there it had stayed swirling around her mind for the duration of her marriage that had sadly ended a year earlier.

Now she had decided to do something about it, to make her dream reality, she had found a few spanking groups on Facebook, and got chatting to a few Doms there and some of the ladies who had met them, she had even lunched with one of the  ladies she had met there, to try and get a clear idea of what to expect and how to go  about it, it was Maggie her new found friend that had suggested she met Peter, if she really wanted a full on experience, and now here she was right in the middle of getting one.

She had arrived at Peters flat at ten am as requested, having gone for her morning run and then showered before selecting a plain white pair of panties to wear under navy skirt and white blouse, just as Peter had requested, she was bra less, and she knew her body was in great shape, she had spent the last sixth months in the gym and dieting hard for this moment, she hadn’t felt so sexy for a long long time.

She detected a lascivious grin from him as he looked her up and down in his hall way before inviting her into his sitting room, which was also his home office. He obviously approved, but the smile was soon gone, as he talked to her about her offence in such a way as she soon felt that she really had done wrong, and this wasn’t a game, it was strange feeling to be sucked in, in such a way but she was enjoying every minute of it.

He ordered her to stand with her hands on her head, facing the clock on the mantelpiece of her room, and calmly announced that she would be punished at eleven am precisely, some twenty five minutes away, and then proceeded to completely ignore her as he got on with his business on the phone with his back to her.

Her heart leapt when she heard the clock strike eleven, “right young lady, six of the best for you, but only after you have been over my knee for a sound spanking, now come here and get over my knee”, she suddenly felt very young again, as she crossed the room to where he was sitting and lowered herself across his knee, it felt like a bolt of electricity had passed through her as his hand grasped her thigh just above her knee and then travelled gently up her thigh, she felt the cool air as her skirt rose and her expertly manipulated her panties to expose just a little more bare flesh. And then he slapped her……..

Very hard indeed, or so she thought, a dozen times in quick succession, this was suddenly hurting a lot more than she expected, making her gasp gently for air, but when he stopped and gently rubbed her firm bottom, she was soon gasping again, but in a very different way, he gently pulled her panties down to her knees, and her legs apart, suddenly she was feeling very exposed and damp.

And then he started again, “now that didn’t hurt did it young lady” he said firmly, Jane was less than sure, her bottom was starting to sting furiously, but she was strangely enjoying every minute, but if this was the warm up, then she was starting to feel deep apprehension for the caning that was to follow. She had insisted to him that she was to receive a full on caning similar to what she found have received at school, and he had insisted on the warm up spanking first despite in not being authentic.

Peter had kept this up for what was probably no more than ten minutes but seemed an eternity, a minute of increasing hard spanking and a minute of bottom rubbing, she was close to tears but incredibly aroused at the same time, it was the strangest and most delightful of feelings. Suddenly she wanted this man, in a way that she had never imagined she would when she had first met him, and not really fancied him in that way, she wanted him sexually.

But it wasn’t to be, not yet anyway, she had been ordered to her feet again and made to stand facing him, she nearly died when she saw the cane he had produced, dark and crook handled around 3ft long maybe a bit longer, he swished it though the air with considerable ferocity and she suddenly realised just what it was that she had agreed to be on the receiving end of, she reminded herself that Peter had told her to beware of what she wished for, when asking for a “proper” caning.

Now she was wishing she hadn’t been so keen, Peter fixed her in the eye as he explained to her the reason why she was to be caned, she realised just how serious he was, just as Maggie had told her he would be, but she wasn’t quite expecting this, now much did a cane hurt, she truly had no idea but knew that she was about to find out, she felt like a rabbit trapped in a cars headlights as he uttered the immortal words “now bend over the desk young lady, feet apart and stand still”, and that was the moment as Peter raised her shirt for the second time, that her tummy flipped and her knees turned you jelly, she closed her eyes and waited……..

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Angela Rodgers A Spanking New Tale (updated 25th March 2010)

Angela Rogers had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth; she knew that, as the youngest of five siblings, she had been spoiled to death, by both her parents and elder brothers equally. Her father a wealthy industrialist in the north of England had seen her want for nothing, and after a spell at Cambridge in which she had earned a First in economics, she had moved effortlessly into the City, where she had worked for six tears before marrying her husband Mike, who it turn now was a senior executive at a major American bank.

Now at the age of 43 her two children were both at boarding school and she had little to do but party, shop arrange the occasional charity ball and hang out at the most exclusive gym and tennis club in west London. In was late in 2009,  Christmas was coming fast and she had no intention of slowing down, no matter how much her husband implored her that her ostentation, was becoming embarrassing, with both his colleagues and the rest of the country losing their jobs at a frightening rate. They had constant argument’s about her spending, but she knew he would never be able to take her in hand, no one ever had, except her father that once all those years ago, she respected her father hugely for it, it had done a lot to change the course of her life, and sometimes she fantasized that Mike would take control of her in a similar way, but she knew in her heart he wouldn’t.

Passing through Heathrow the previous summer on her way to catching her first class flight to Barbados for her annual three weeks at Sandy Lane, she had spotted a book “True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy” by Peter Jones, she had bought it tucked it in the bottom of her bag, and only brought it out on a day when her husband had gone golfing , and she couldn’t put it down, she devoured it in one sitting, here was a man, who spanked and caned all sorts of girls, when they felt in need of discipline, as she now knew she  did, in fact in her case she knew she truly deserved it, just as she had done 26 years previously at the age of 17, when her father had finally taken the cane to her for the first and only time in her life.

Her father was a strict man, or at least he was with her brothers, who didn’t believe in sparing the rod, and it seemed almost a weekly occurrence that one or other of her brothers was hauled into his study on a Thursday evening, when the couple who kept house for them had their night off. She listened in horror to the swish of the cane resounding into the sitting room whilst she and her mother watched TV, punctuated by the occasional yelp, and then they would scurry to their rooms often in tears and stay there till morning, she was thankful that her mother absolutely forbade the use of corporal punishment on her, and although that often meant she was grounded a week or two at a time, she still considered that a let off considering what her brothers went through right up to leaving home to go to University

As Easter approached she knew she was cruising to straight A’s in the summer’s exams, and the place at Cambridge she had already won, and had no compunction at all about accepting the invitation to spend Saturday at her boyfriend’s house, despite promising her parents she wouldn’t see him until exams were over, they thought he was a bad influence, she knew he was! But did she care; she was only young once, a few weeks away from her 18^th Birthday and the freedom of her first holiday away from her parents with her friends in the sun.

She had told her mother that she was staying overnight with her best friend Sandra, to work on some revision, which her mother thoroughly approved of. Little did mummy know that she was instead planning to slip away to Pete’s ,whose parents themselves were away, for a night of passion, well not even just passion, a couple of bottles of wine and probably a couple of joints too, to wind down before making love and sleeping it off before making love again in the morning.

Little did Angela know that when she next saw her mother, she would have been escorted home by two policemen, having been caught with Pete buying drugs in the local pub, Pete had been sweet insisting that she wasn’t involved and taking all the blame himself. But the police had still insisted on escorting her home to explain to her parents where and how they had found her and what they suspected her of.

She was thankful when her mother rather than her father had answered the door, she wept as her mother listened in silence to what the policewoman had to say, and after she had politely shown them to the door and thanked them, she returned and read the riot act. After which she told her in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t leave the house again until she left for University in September and that her two weeks in Crete with the girls was off. She went to bed sobbing and actually wondered about the injustice of it all, her brothers would have gotten away with a caning, and this time she felt it would be the softest option.

She woke the next morning to the sound or an argument between her parents but she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, it seemed to go on for the best part of an hour and she lay there not wanting to get up and get involved with it, knowing that she was already in the doghouse, she couldn’t believe how stupid she had been, she didn’t even like dope, she only smoked it occasionally to please Pete and now her mother thought that she was some kind of drug addict, not to be trusted.

A few minutes later the door opened, without a knock, which always annoyed her and her mother was stood in the doorway. I think young lady you need to come downstairs and talk to your father and I, there is no need to get dressed first. Angela knew what  was coming, yet another lecture, and probably the rest of the day confined to her room not allowed to either get dressed or listen to music, she had been there before.

She got herself out of bed and put her dressing gown on over her short night-dress and padded down the stairs behind her mother to the kitchen, she sat at the table looking glum and went to pour herself a cup of tea, but her mother spoke before she had chance, instructing her to stand up again to listen to what they had to say, I have given cook the morning off , so that we can speak frankly, this sounded rather ominous, they had never worried about telling her off in public before, in fact they seemed to relish it.

It was her father who turned on her next, “your mother has told me about last night” he started, “what on earth possessed you”, I knew that boy was no good, you won’t be seeing him again”, this didn’t bother Angela she was mad with him anyway for ruining her summer, and had decided lying in bed the night before that it was time to dump him, but what came next shocked her, “I am not going to allow your mother to be so lenient with  you , you have gone far to far this time, this time you have me to answer too, and I think you know what that’s going to mean” Angela felt her face flush, she knew that her father regularly caned her brothers. But her mother had always protected her from the same treatment , saying it was inappropriate for girls.

“Your holiday in Crete is safe, you will be 18 by then and old enough to go out into the world, but before you go, you will be getting one short ,sharp and painful lesson from me, come with me to my study”, Angela looked at her mother in complete horror, expecting her to step in, but no mum spoke before she could ” I am sorry, your father is right, and anyway, you were in tears last night over your holiday, this will be easier for all of us. “Lets get it over with” and with that she took her hand and lead her down the hallway towards her father’s study, the only room in the house from which she was banned.

She looked around the room, it was rather sparse , a leather topped desk and chair, two filing cabinets and an umbrella stand in the corner, which was empty all but for a dark crook handled rattan cane, she tried to breathe naturally, this wasn’t going to be so bad surely, and she had her holiday to look forwards too again now which was a blessing, she had always wondered what happened to her brothers in that room. Her father sat in the chair and looked at her long and hard for what seemed like several minutes but was probably no more than one. She just wanted it to be over with quickly, father obviously was in no rush.
He looked at the fine young woman who was his daughter, very pretty like her mother with blonde hair cascading down her back, he did so much hope that what he felt he know had to do would keep her on the straight and narrow forever more, this would be the only caning of her life, she hadn’t even been spanked before, and he was determined she would never forget it, “take off your dressing gown” he spoke curtly, Angela suddenly remembered she was wearing no knickers, she didn’t know whether to say anything or not, but finally blurted it out, “bbbbbbuttt dad” , I only have my nightie on underneath “. Alan Rodgers looked to his wife standing by the door looking almost as nervous as his daughter ” you had better go and fetch her some Rebecca, and it the meantime out your hands on your head young lady,and think long and hard about what you have done”, with some relief her hands went straight to her head.

A few minutes later her mother returned, carrying a pair of navy hockey knickers and a white T Shirt, and placed them on the desk.”I shall leave you to change he said softly” and left the room, Angela burst into tears, throwing herself  in her mothers arms. Her mother pushed her off, “pull yourself together you silly girl or we shall be here all morning, let’s get it over with”, it’s not going to kill you. Angela stiffened and quickly decided her mother was right, she quickly changed and stood quietly in the centre of the room trying to calm herself, taking deep breaths. Her mother produced a hair band and fixed Angela’s  hair back into a single pigtail, and then spoke ” you had better put your hands back on your head, whilst I go find your father, Angela obeyed her command as she swept out of the door shutting it behind her.

Angela was quite composed and ready for her fate when the door reopen around fifteen minutes later, it felt like it had been an hour but she knew it was only fifteen minutes from the mantelpiece clock, which had been ticking away piercing the silence. She felt so foolish, but she knew she deserve it and was going to be brave, her father picked up the cane and flexed it in front of her , and the nerves kicked in again, she felt butterflies as he ordered her to bend over the desk, next he was asking her to place her feet a bit further apart, she did and he insisted she place them further still, her knickers felt taut across her bottom, but she was so glad she was wearing them if only for modesty’s sake.

” Six of the best Angela, and you will keep still until I have finished or you will get an extra 2 strokes is that understood ” ” yyyesss sssiiir “she mumbled, she didn’t know why she said that she had never called her dad sir before in her life, but it just came out. She heard the cane whistle through the air and instantly clenched her buttocks as the cane made contact, for  a couple of seconds she felt nothing, but then it started to burn and burn, the second stroke whistled down very quickly afterwards then the third and the fourth in quick succession, tears were pouring from her eyes, and she could hear here mother softly sobbing too, she clenched her teeth a breathed in the smell of freshly polished leather, please please let it be over with, she had no idea how she was keeping still, it was mind over matter and she knew she would not be able to do so for much longer, pleeeasse dad, she murmured through her tears, get on with it, instantly the cane snaked through the air again and met with its target, harder than ever before, this time she screamed, but still somehow managed to hold her position. Within  a few seconds the cane had whistled home for the sixth and final time, Angela blubbered into the desk, unable to move her backside awash with fire, almost as if she had sat in a chip pan. She heard her father leave the room, her mother lifted her back to her feet, and put her arms around her, don’t cry . it’s over, I am going to take you back to bed, I am sure you have learned your lesson and you won’t be so stupid again.

When they got back to her room Angela stripped off her knickers and looked at the six stripes, bright red and now turning purple in the mirror, she lay on her back in bed but it was  too painful, she rolled onto her tummy and sobbed her heart  out for the next two  hours, as last it was over with, never again.

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