Asking for a Spanking

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The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep. The first time I took him up on this offer I think I was 12 and wanted badly to go to a 'school social' on a Saturday night. I was told by my dad that I could leave the house for three hours to go to the social, but that if I was even a minute late, it would be a bare bottom spanking with the BELT instead of his hand. The spanking would happen the next night - Sunday night - after I'd gotten my homework done, before bedtime. While he may “ask” for a woodshed whuppin’ by his actions and/or attitude, he has never verbally asked me for one. That is until just the other day, when he came up to me and earnestly asked if I could please find a time that worked for me, to take him to the woodshed.

At some time during the last week of elementary school in 6th grade, the two classes that made up our "team" of two semi-ajoining classrooms had a sort of "graduation" party together. The other three teams had a similar fun day as well. Every student got called by name and recieved a sheet of paper as an award with what type of kid he or she was like, such as the "Girl who best throws a softball" or the "Boy Most likely to get an A in Jr High math". Every student got something unique. (I forgot what my "award" was.) But there were treats, games and early recess. Lots of fun. It was then that she at last stopped to somewhat glare dawn at me. My eyes widened in fear, and I swear I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. "Susie..." She started coolly.Your polls are very insightful, and well thought out, and your arguments above are also spot on. As a person who is very experienced with the topic I approve of this immensely. I first asked my mother to give me a "real" spanking on my 13th birthday. This was repeated a few times over the following year, and by age 15, I was asking her regularly for spankings. Over the next year, I added my auntie, and my best friend's mother to the list of those I was asking for regular spankings. By my 16th birthday, we all sat down and had a long talk about it, and we all agreed that what I needed was to be spanked frequently, and severely. I now am spanked by them on a regular basis, and will continue to be spanked by them for a long time to come.

She did agree and I got an extra hard bare bottom spanking from her to satisfy her that I had been punished enough. I love the imagery in your writing about belting and strapping your naughty boy and the sandal associations aspects are next level sublime. I felt like I missed being spanked by my mother and after getting my courage up I went and seeked her out in the kitchen. Volunteering is not the right word but many boys including me took paddlings in high school if M-Mommy!" The older of the two, Ashley, shouted as she jumped up. She didn't even have time to think up a good story. Little Rebecca was too scared to say even that much.My comment must've been annoying or something, judging by the sigh she gave in response. "No, No...Ashley and Rebecca purposely did something that I've told them over and over again to NOT do. So, since words obviously weren't enough, I had to use a different method."

When you ask for the spanking, you obviously knew she would do it bare bottom, but were you expecting her to use a belt? The reason I want to ask this specific friend is a bit too personal to give details about, but the simple answer is I too much guilt and I want someone I know well and would trust with my life to help me this time. And it honestly feels like I need someone close to me to do it if I want any hope of it working. Opening the gate to my yard, I still didn't look up at her, too worried to even think of doing so. "But...If I'm not in trouble, then why am I getting sent home?" A completely obvious question to most, but not in the eyes of a six-year-old. I was being taken home, so I must have done something wrong...Right?I just returned from Blogher. This annual writing conference ,focusing on women's contribution to the web, took place in San Francisco. I had a blast. I adored the panels, networking and the free corporate swag, but the highlight of the trip was hanging out with the girls. Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen. When I was a kid, I once felt guilty after having argued and been disrespectful to my parents. The next morning, before school I asked my dad to spank me. He put me across his knee and spanked my bare butt with his hand. We both felt better. Hon? I know this may sound a little strange, but would you be willing to give me a little spanking? It would be a turn-on for me." Ok, I finally did it. Lol. I've been meaning for weeks to write out the only memory I have of semi-witnessing a friend get 'punished' by a parent...Or at all, for that matter. (I can't remember the mom's name, so....yeah. No name for her. xD)

Being the parent of a special needs child, especially when you have the other valid needs of other children, is exhausting. i know-i’ve been there. i also taught special education children for around a decade. Two of my three boys i raised were special needs as well. i’m really glad you were able to release the emotions that you had. For one, i think any mother feels upset when their child is hurt. But then you heap on the additional frustration that comes with special needs-and it makes total sense to me why you needed the release from your husband. This is a good thing. It means, among other things, that you really trust him to support you and give you what you need when you feel overwhelmed. That is a great reason to ask for and receive a spanking, no? 🙂 This is a story version of one of the true real life spankings as told to me by a delightful lady who went to a Girls Grammer School and was kept in line at home by a slipper wielding mother, who used it on her daughters bare bottom… Often! When I was in my teens grounding seemed a more grown up punishment than spanking which I thought of as more childish. It was definitely better getting spanked by my stepmom. My dad traveled a lot so not only would I still get spanked, I might have to wait and think about it for a few days. Is it possible to live with both types of spanking and separate the two in your head? Or is this going to risk damaging the relationship I have with my boyfriend as spanking is so firmly associated with punishment for me?

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Hearing that, I instinctively clapped my hands over my mouth to hold in a gasp, my entire face going beat red in no time flat. But...Surely I had to be hearing things, right? I mean, it couldn't actually be a-- I decide how long and hard you will be spanked young man, without exceptionel and you better be sure this is what you want.