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People often find it strange that grown women want and need to be spanked. Here is an eloquent suggestion as to why, do you agree Ladies?

A woman’s desire for a naked over-the-knee spanking is twofold. Part of her wants to be wanted. She wants to belong to someone who really cares about her. Part of her wants to be disciplined, cleansed, and perhaps even healed.

It is only at a level of getting beyond physical pain that spanking has any meaning. Otherwise, the exercise is a parlor game of make-believe of daddy’s naughty little girl getting her bottom smacked for being very bad. A woman’s emotional risks in pretending are no greater than going to the doctor’s office, climbing up on the examination table, and putting her feet in the metal stirrups to have her private parts examined. Although exposed under the circumstances, she is not defenseless. She is steeled for the experience.

When a woman becomes vulnerable – and women become naked when they want to be vulnerable – she can feel whether or not she is loved. Her nudity is not so much a temptation for the man as a test of his character. Often, the woman is less aware of her state of undress as is a more naïve man. She sacrifices modesty for knowledge. After all, who or what a man truly is inside cannot be easily hidden from a naked woman!

The man who truly loves a woman is not always easy her. There is a passion within him that burns beyond lust. It compliments that of the woman in using her nakedness as a means to an end. The means is the spanking; the end is the relationship. So it is that the two can become one – which is what the woman wants anyway.

Although a woman may hate the idea that she needs a spanking, she will also often feel the need to be punished – wanting it to hurt and eventually despising a timid man – she seeks an experience that goes beyond being transformed from naughty to nice.

For the man, spanking springs from a desire to have the woman wholly – body and soul – coupled with awareness that this is how to have her! The man’s involvement with the woman is not a business-like arrangement where one party can fire the other at will.

He wants this woman. He is active. She is passive, although she wants this man to have her. Together, they want each other.

Instead of seeking counseling or getting divorced, they work out their differences the old-fashioned way – on a very intimate and personal level. (Women never boast about having faked it during a serious spanking!) In the process, the man goes from what the woman admits is required to what she knows is necessary to get through to her. The spanking goes:

• from being erotic

• past anger (“That’s enough. #$%&-at-, what are you trying to do!”)

• through being punishment (“Yes, Sir.”)

• to being a cleaning out of all sorts of emotional baggage that tumble out as a mixture of confessions and genuine crying.

Consequently, a wise man gives the woman getting spanked permission to say all sorts of things that she would never dream of revealing otherwise. The permission is not so much explicit as in his willingness to listen and understand whatever anguish she releases. The wise man will not hold anything she says against her as she expels whatever demons haunt her mind.

If the man gets down deep enough inside her – usually through a series of spankings that build upon the soreness in her bottom leftover from the last spanking – inhibitions go out of the window. Her carefully crafted mystique – her protective layers that keep just any man from getting too close to her – get stripped from her. She is psychologically undressed.

She is no longer her own woman. When he is finished, she is so weak physically and psychologically that she can be destroyed by his words.

At this point, the man can make the woman anything he wants her to be. He can make her a strong wife, a weak woman, a prostitute – anything. That is why women need to pick their men carefully. Because once a man taps into his natural power over a woman, she belongs to him.

Yet, if the man truly loves her, she feels joined in the ultimate consensual relationship.




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Candy is a real estate agent in Boston, Massachusetts, who was clearly looking for an adventure in life, and with a strong penchant for Dominant English guys, 39 years of age very successful at what she does, money was obviously of no great object to her , she lived the good life, when she posted an add on Craigslist looking for a English Gentlemen in his late forties or early 50’s for occasional fun and games, ideally she was looking for man who travelled frequently on business between London and either Boston or New York. We started to exchange emails probably a couple of times a week, and it was always lively banter, it transpired she was more of a switch in terms on her everyday existence in Boston, but was totally fascinated by what she had read about the public school system in the UK, and the mindset of the people it had created, despite me pointing out I was a mere Grammar school boy, she was undeterred, it was good fun exchanging thoughts views and fantasies, but it was clearly one of those online relationships that was never going any where, I wasn’t about to invest in an air ticket just to find out if this girl was for real no matter how attractive her photos looked and her ideas sounded, she certainly had a deviant mind. Though she was averse to talking on the phone which always worried me, and with so much else going on in my life, our relationship had pretty much petered out, my friendship with Nancy Montague was still going strong we met every four to six weeks for a session, nothing full on but enjoyable none the less, Anna seemed to have taken my warning to heart and had really turned her life around, with a new job, a new guy and a healthy bank balance, I had given up looking over her shoulder and had never had cause to carry out my threat, so much for those that say corporal punishment is no deterrent, throughout my life I had always found hat it was provided it was used sparingly and fairly but with sufficient force to ensure that the recipient didn’t want a second helping, erotic spanking was different and there was a place in life for both as long as it never became abusive.

Anna had moved to New York briefly with her new man, a literary agent by all accounts, and was going to be away for a couple on months, and I knew Nancy was thinking of visiting her, greedy as ever I considered the possibility of spending a weekend in New York with the pair of them and had idly wondered if Candy might consider joining us, she had assured me by email she was but given that she still wouldn’t discuss anything by telephone , I put the whole idea onto the back burner.

So it came as a pleasant surprise a couple of weeks later, to suddenly be invited by one of my clients to fly with him to New York to help him close a deal, I had done a lot of that in my early years, but it must have been 7 or 8 years since I had made such a trip, I had become jaded by that kind of constant travel and was nowadays fairly content to stay put, but this seemed like an opportunity just to good to miss. He was staying with a lady friend of his in the city and I booked myself into the Sheraton on 7th Avenue, right by Times Square, I deserved a treat, I had been working hard.

We flew together Club Class and in between planning the business part of the trip with Colin, I did stop to muse over whether Candy might appear, we still hadn’t spoken, she knew exactly when I was arriving and where I was staying, and had promised to show up at some point but some how I doubted it, but we could but dream, not wanting to embarrass myself at customs I had left the tools of my trade at home, I could always buy fresh ones, and one seriously doubted that Candy would be around to get her taste of an English School Cane which she so clearly seemed to yearn, at least according to her emails, I had booked my room as double, so that Nancy could stay over if we chose, we had never spent an overnight together before and it was high time we did, little did I know that probably the most frantic and pleasurable weekends of my life was about to unwind.

Immigration was quick all considered and a can quickly whisked us off to Manhattan dropping me at the Sheraton before taking Colin on to his final destination, it was early evening when I checked in to discover that “my lady friend had up graded us to a suite”, I had considered the move myself, but written it off on the grounds of cost, but now here I was a kept man, being lured by the pull of Nancy’s wealth just as much as her family was, I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to get into, but it was kinda difficult to avoid. I followed the Bellboy into the lift and up to the suite an he opened the door and let me in, my mouth fell open, lying on the bed was the most attractive young brunette resplendent in a leather at suit, I had no idea who she was ,but the penny quickly dropped, this wasn’t Nancy but Candy, I quickly tipped the Bell Boy and he left without raising an eye brow, no doubt he has seen it all before.

Candy Martin I presume, I smiled at her, pleased to meet you, and pleased to me you Sir she replied, are you going to pour me a drink, I spied an ice bucket with champagne and two glasses and carefully popped the cork “ Lets raise a glass to our time in New York “ I announced as I flopped on the king size bed beside hr, I presume we are going to have some fun, I am sure you are Peter, she replied, youre friend Nancy was on the phone about half an hour ago and she has a treat or two in store for you too. Jesus what had I created here, never in my wildest dreams had I expected the two of them to end up talking to each other making plans behind my back. I am sure you’re tired from the trip announced Candy, I certainly was, jet lag was kicking in and I was ready to drop, let me help you relax, and with that she unzipped me and went down to give me the most exquisite blow job, unfortunately as soon as I was spent I drifted off to sleep, how embarrassing, when I woke the next morning, it was still dark, goodness knows what time it was, I was naked despite not remembering taking my clothes off, as I tried to twist over I discovered that, my arms didn’t come with me, neither did my feet, leather cuffs had been attached to all both ankles and wrists of them, and I was chained to the bed, not about to go anywhere, jeez what was I doing, Candy had talked about this sort of stuff in her emails, but now it was happening I was just a little scared, thankfully I could see the light was on in the adjoining room o the suite and could see, Candy asleep on the bed, but I wasn’t about to wake her, I simply lay there as the sun came up, wondering exactly what I had let myself in for, but quite frankly I was excited, very, very excited.

I must have lay there for 3 maybe 4 hours wide awake, waiting for Candy to disturb, when she did, she simply stood in the doorway, absolutely naked, other than she was wearing a strap on, this was one of my darkest fantasies that I had hared with her, for years I had dreamed about this, but had always been far to scared do actually do anything about it, now I was wondering if I had a choice, frankly even if I did, I knew what the choice would be, this was a moment to face my demons.

I wished her good morning, but she didn’t speak as she undid the chains, but not the cuffs, I was off he bed and into the toilet in seconds, I had been bursting in agony for he last few hours, the relief as I came back was palpable, “on the bed and on you’re knees boy” she drawled. Pointing at the king sized mattress, I did as she commanded, and quickly felt the cuffs tighten and my limbs were once more restrained to the four corners of the bed, next thing I knew a ball gag had been pushed in my mouth , the strap tightened and I was at her mercy. The jelly was so cool on my anus as she played with it gently, as she probed me with a finger I wanted to cry out but couldn’t, my cock was stood proud demanding attention and getting none, eventually I heard a low buzz, a soft rubber dildo was suddenly inching its way into me slowly very slowly vibrating its way into me, millimetre my millimetre, centimetre my centimetre, it felt as if it was about to touch the inside of my stomach, and then suddenly the low buzz became a fast hum, and I was writhing with a pleasure I hadn’t imagined was possible before. I tried to gasp but couldn’t as she withdrew it, and I felt the tip of the large rubber cock, slowly .but slowly enter me, I was dripping with sweat by now and the pain was building to the point where I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer but still I couldn’t cry out, it was such a gorgeous feeling though when with the dildo trusting deep inside, me she reached under me and grasped my cock, I came in buckets the second she touched it, as she finally withdrew I collapsed on the bed just about able to control my breathing, she left me lying there exactly where I was trussed up and gagged, I heard the door shut and then the shower running in the adjacent room, it was midday before she came and released me, you had better shower and dress she suggested, our lunch date will he here shortly. Never has I felt more refreshed than when the warm jets hit me, I dressed and returned to the lounge of the suite, there was no sign of Candy, just a note saying that she was meeting my friend in the bar and I should join them when ready, whatever next?

The two girls were chatting animatedly when, I joined them, I kissed Nancy on both cheeks and sat down, ordering a beer, I sure as hell needed one. Both the girls were drinking mineral water , Nancy spoke first, I hear you have had an interesting stay so far,I am sure I was blushing when I agreed with her that I had, how much had Candy told the older woman, not everything I hope, I had certainly seen the Domme side if Candy’s personality, I wondered when it would by my turn to switch roles as I knew we would, I am afraid I have an unpleasant task for you Peter, announced Nancy as she delved into her bag, pulling out what looked like a credit card statement, I thought you had sorted Anna out once and for all, but it seems that she has slipped again or has certainly started too, she took me to dinner three nights ago, and when it came to pay her credit card rejected, I had to cover it eventually, at first she insisted in was simply a glitch in the system, but when we got home we had a row and I insisted she show me this, she handed me the statement in her hand, despite the fact that the card had a £20,000 limit, she was over limit and no payment had been received the previous month. You made us both a promise Peter, I hope you’re not going to let me own now, Candy was simply wide eyed listening to this, have you discussed this with Anna yet I asked, is she still prepared to go through with it, I have no idea responded Nancy, her last words on the subject were that she was glad you were the other side of the Atlantic, I decided not to mention that you were boarding a plane the following day, I thought you would be a nice surprise for her. Oh dear, Nancy going just that little bit too far again, fortunately I had discussed this in some depth with Anna when we lunched after the initial let off, she was adamant then that, she was going to change and if anything went wrong, I must keep to my word, and I had promised her that I would, and I knew she meant it and so did I.

It would I am sure make her stomach flip when she suddenly bumped into me in New York, out of the blue a few days after being caught out by mummy, but I guess that’s the risk you take. Candy , announced Nancy would like to watch you in action, and I think that would be a jolly good idea, let her see what to expect from you, before she indulges her fantasies with you. Just one thought, I suggested, still half looking for a way out of this situation, that seemed completely out of control to me. This in New York, where do we get a cane from, you fret to much said Nancy, the customs officer didn’t bat an eyelid when he searched me coming in, “I brought Daddies” with me.

This was starting to sound like another plot to me, but to be fair I was running on adrenaline now and ready for anything.

Why don’t Miss Martin and yourself pop over to Anna’s this evening, she has friends coming around for drinks, and she seemed happy for me to invite my mystery guest from London with his girl friend. It was all arranged the script seemed to have been written

The True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy (Unabridged)

My name is Peter, I’m 55 and I’m a Spank Daddy. I offer a spanking and disciplining service to women…

Discover an underworld of sex, spanking and submission. A world where high-powered executives and cuddly mums go to be spanked, caned and disciplined.

In this powerful and compelling book Peter reveals how his fetish was kindled by corporal punishment while still at school. How he struggled to contain it until, eventually, he discovered he was far from alone in London’s vibrant, active sex scene.

What he learnt on the scene helped him to understand the psychology of women who wanted to submit to submissive discipline. Many were professional women, often juggling a demanding job and family. They needed to occasionally relinquish all control, to submit totally to the will of another. Others sought a father figure who could offer them the firm security they remembered from their childhood when Daddy had been very much in control.

Chapter by chapter he reveals his clients’ stories as he turns their fantasies into reality. The writing is powerful, the stories graphic and compelling.

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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.

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!

.. 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.

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.

emmalsd3As 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.

emmalsd2I 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.

emmalds4Did 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!

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

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.