We Couldn't Wait

Well in the end we finished adjusting the punishment program and before we knew it we were trying it out on my girl friend it being Thursday. She had been snappy and ended up swearing earlier in the week.

(Picture Credit - Erica Scott)

So after entering the offense into the computer and getting the punishment we head off to the bedroom to carry out the sentence (see side bar for details). It really seemed to make the whole thing more formal using the program and it took out the guess work, and I loved watching her standing in the corner showing off the marking on her bottom.

Now all I have to be is good until Monday to avoid a punishment and get a good boy spanking instead with a smile rather than corner time at the end. I will do my best.

Spanking Good News

I was showing my partner the blog yesterday and the post on the punishment software took her interest. Well we talked about it for a little while before we decided we would give it ago.

Later this evening we are going to work out the punishment limits and enter them in to the program. We have agreed on punishment days, mine will be Mondays and hers Thursdays.  We have also agreed to add the punishment log to the blog, my idea.

Hopefully this will all start next week once we have agreed the various punishments, so look out of a punishment log if you want to follow our spankings, it will be on the right hand side of the blog where the blog list is now.

Blog - Consensual Spanking

If you like female dominated spanking and you love pictures and interesting blog post you really should check out the blog Consensual Spanking. The author really does have a fine eye for great spanking pictures which collects from all over the web.

As it says in the picture the blog is a real life account of one mans journey into the world of consensual spanking. The blog is playful and not only satisfies the cravings of the author but that of the reader too. It is a delight to read and view and one of the best of it's kind out there.

It recently featured a wonderful set of excellent articles on pegging which really got my partner interested in the subject and formed the basis of a post on this blog, that will result in my own first pegging sometime next month.

There is normally a new post everyday. It is well worth reading and adding to your Google reader list if you have one, it is on mine and it one of the best.

Story - Aunt Mary

If you have been reading the blog then you will know I wrote a post called Joint Spanking a few weeks back. The inspiration for that post and my desire, still unfilled, to be spanked with my partner comes from this story I found on the web years ago. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did when I first came across it.

Aunt Mary

My wife Sara and I play spanking games. We take turns spanking and getting spanked and after a spanking, or sometimes a pair of spankings (one for each of us) we always make love. I think I enjoy the spanking play more than my wife does.

She plays though, and sometimes she is the one who suggests a spanking. When it is her idea, I am usually the one who gets the spanking. Our spankings are not very painful. I spank her with my hand. She spanks me with a paddle, because I can hardly feel her hand spankings. When she uses the paddle the spanking stings, but just enough to be exciting.

That has been fun, but last weekend we had an experience that was the most intense and exciting I have ever experienced.

Sara's friend Mary was visiting us for a few days. Mary lives out of state, but was in town on business. Of course, Sara insisted that Mary stay with us. Sara and I both enjoyed having her there. It is more fun to enjoy your home town, when you have an out of towner to show around.

During dinner Friday night, Mary mentioned that she was going to buy a copy of Secretary. "It is an independent film from last summer that got a lot of attention at the Sundance film festival. Did you guys see it"

"Yes" I said "Sara and I saw it last summer. I thought it was really well done. Funny and kind of sweet"

"I agree" Mary looked at my wife I thought the spankings were kind of sexy too, Do you and Robert ever of think about spanking each other"

I could tell my wife was a little embarrassed, but Mary had already said it was sexy and Sara wouldn't mislead her good friend. Sara didn't provide any details, but she smiled and "fessed up" to how we give each other "love taps" from time to time.

Mary turned to me and asked "Just a little slap on the hiney, or is it over the knee or grab your ankles stuff?" I explained that we weren't abusive, but that sometimes we did a bit more than just a slap on the hiney. Mary seemed kind of impressed, but let the conversation drift to other things. I was a little relieved to be off of the subject as Sara and I had never discussed our spanking games with any one.

Although we enjoyed having Mary visiting, a house guest did add stress. By Saturday night Sara and I felt like snapping at each other. We were trying to keep it private, so while Mary was showering we exchanged some sharp words. Of course, we quit paying attention to our surroundings and were still picking at each other when Mary came into the kitchen.

"What is this?" She asked "Are you two having a spat?"

"Oh it's nothing" Sara answered "He just gets like this sometimes"

"Well, I heard childish bickering from both of you. You both deserve a spanking. This is my last night here, so I am going to take this opportunity to give it to you"

I saw Mary's smile and guessed she was joking. "We deserve one, but I don't think you are really serious" I said, and met her smile with a smile of my own.

"Sara, what do you think?" Mary asked. Sara, unusually quiet, just shrugged.

"Ok then, you will see what serious is Robert. You two go up to your bedroom, remove your slacks and wait for me." Sara and I had been sniping at each other just minutes ago, but now Sara took my hand, squeezed it, and walked upstairs with me.

I couldn't believe anything was really happening. After I entered the bedroom, I stalled for a moment to see what Sara would do. To my surprise, she removed her heels and began to pull down her navy blue slacks.

I was starting to get a funny feeling in my stomach. This was something new, exciting and scary all at the same time. I took off my loafers, slipped out of my trousers, hung them over a chair and set next to my wife on the bed. I had those "principal's office" butterflies in my stomach. I asked Sara, in a hoarse whisper if Mary would really spank us.

"I don't know"

"If Mary wants to, will you let her"

Sara took my hand. "I will if you will" she said.

Mary walked in still wearing her beige skirt and jacket with a white blouse. Sara and I were sitting knee to bare knee, holding hands, fully dressed from the waist up, but just underwear from the waist down.

"You seem to be behaving yourselves now, why do you suppose that is?" Sara just shrugged. I didn't know what to say.

"Well Robert, get the paddle." There was no way Mary could have known that we had a paddle, and I was embarrassed about walking to the nightstand to get it. I was in my underwear for one thing, but was most embarrassed by the erection that clearly tented out my thin underwear. Nevertheless, I obeyed. I walked quickly to the nightstand and pulled out my home made paddle.

Mary took it, patted her palm and said "nice". I am pleased with my paddle. I had re-sawn a piece of oak to make a 3/8" board 20" long by 3 ½" wide. I had cut out a comfortable handle, rounded all of the edges, sanded and finished it with rubbing oil.

"Now then", Mary said. "Each of you go to your side of the bed and bend over it to receive your spanking."

I went to the right side of the bed, while Sara went to the left. Our bed is high enough so that my knees were just touching the floor and I knew that Sara's knees would not quite touch the floor. Mary walked behind Sara, bent over, and pulled down Sara's panties. I could see the surprise on Sara's face.

I was looking across the bed into Sara's face and could see past Sara to what Mary was doing. Sara could see my face, but she couldn't see what Mary was doing.

What Mary was doing was moving behind and to left of Sara's bare bottom. Mary removed her jacket and unbuttoned her cuffs. Mary stood at a right angle to Sara's buttocks, lifted the paddle to shoulder height and brought it down HARD on Sara's butt. Sara gasped. I did too. I saw Sara's mouth make a little O of surprise and her eyes widened with the shock and pain. Sara had never been spanked with a paddle, just by my hand. Before Sara hardly knew what had happened, (maybe she thought it was over) Mary had the paddle shoulder high again and slammed it down onto Sara's defenseless bottom a second time. This time I saw Sara wince. Her eyes squinted shut, her lips separated to show teeth, and her hands flew back to cover her sore posterior.

"Sara", Mary scolded. "You are NOT to cover your naughty ass with your hands. What if I hit your hand by mistake. If you don't want me to finish, I will stop this spanking now and go back to my room. Do you want me to stop" Nothing has ever surprised me more than my wife's answer. She muttered that she didn't want Mary to quit. It put a lump in my throat. I didn't know if Sara was sharing my fantasy now come true, or if she just wanted to make sure the spanking didn't end without me getting my punishment share.

Mary made sure that Sara was willing. "Sara, you will answer me again and you will address me as Aunt Mary" I hadn't thought of Mary as Sara's aunt, but actually she is. Sara and Mary were almost the same age, but Mary was the youngest daughter of Sara's grandmother.

"Please don't stop the spanking Aunt Mary"

"Fine, you may reach across and hold Robert's hands so that you don't cover up again. That lapse is going to cost you an extra stroke." With that, Mary's hand went up again and SPLAT the paddle came down on Sara's upturned bottom. Sara squeezed my hands in hers but didn't move.

"Very good, here comes the penalty stroke and then I will go to Robert" She raised the paddle higher than before and brought down the hardest swat so far. Sara cried out and winced but didn't let go of my hand. I felt love and pity for my darling. Her face was puffy and red and there was a trickle of a tear at the corner of her eye.

My feeling for Sara didn't lessen the concern for myself though. I knew that this spanking was going to hurt. I was determined to take my three swats without covering myself and without shaming myself in front of Sara.

Mary walked behind me and pulled my underwear down. I felt shy and defenseless without my shorts between Mary and myself. Mary took position behind me. I was cheating. I could watch Mary's preparation. There is a dressing mirror in the corner of the room and unnoticed by Mary or Sara I used that mirror to watch Mary raise the paddle to above shoulder height, AND bend from the knees AND twist at the waist. She had put the full strength of her shoulder and arm into Sara's spanking. She was adding the weight and strength of her legs and torso into my spanking.

WHAM, the paddle hit my bare butt harder than I could have imagined. I grunted/gasped and looked across at Sara. Her red face and wet eyes were right in front of me. She held out her hands and I grasped them.

"Do you think you should hold Sara's hand to avoid covering up"

"Yes Maam", I replied. She wasn't my aunt, and my response satisfied her. She blasted my bottom again with a second swat. I squeezed my wife's hand so hard I might have hurt her, but she didn't complain. I took a deep breath just in time to expel it with the third swat. I would have liked to reach back and rub my bottom, but I didn't know if Mary would approve. In addition, I was too proud to show how much it hurt. It burnt like fire. I was glad I had taken my three, but I was a tiny bit disappointed that it was over.

It wasn't though. Mary walked around the bed to Sara again. Without letting Sara know what was happening (poor Sara, not able to see what was coming) she gave Sara another swat. "Ohhh" Sara gasped and grabbed my hands. Another blow came down and Sara started twisting on the bed. By the time the third spank hit Sara's round bottom she was whimpering and tears flooded her eyes.

I was so proud of her. She was holding my hands. I wasn't holding hers. At any time, she could have just stood up and said stop it. Soon Mary was back in position behind me. Obviously, it wasn't just three hard blows, but an unknown number of sets of three that we were getting.

Before Mary had completely walked around I had reversed my grip to hold Sara's hand. POW, the paddle hit my already sore butt with all the force that the athletic woman could put into it. I couldn't help making noise. Before I was prepared, the second SPLAT hit the soft part of my bottom right above the thighs. I confess that I cried out, closed my eyes tight, and held my wife's hand as hard as I could. When the third blow landed I couldn't hold still. I had enough control to keep my hands still, but I arched my back and kicked my feet a little.

That had to be it. I felt I could not handle another set. Consequently, when I saw Mary move back behind Sara for the third set I almost begged her to stop. I kept my teeth clenched though, and I think Sara could tell what to expect from my face. She grabbed my hands, put her face down in the bedspread and waited - bottom up. She didn't wait long. That incredibly loud smack hit just an instant before Sara twitched and wrung my hands. Two more SPLAT SPLAT landed on Sara's hind end and by this time Sara was crying and sniffling out loud but still not asking Mary to stop.

It was my turn again. I don't think I would have stayed in place if not for Sara. Sara had never experienced anything more intense than a hand spanking and she was taking this paddling. I had to too. By the second swat I was squirming. In fact, my back was arched, by butt was clenched and pressed into the side of the bed. I felt like a little boy trying to keep his little bottom far away from a spanking hand that inexorably follows his arching twisting attempt to move his bottom away.

By the third swat I was in tears. I don't think I made sobbing noises but I couldn't control my tear ducts. I couldn't believe it, when Mary walked around the bed again and took her place behind Sara. This had to stop. I was about to say enough when Mary spoke.

"Sara, have you learned your lesson"

"Yesss, Aunt Mary" she sobbed.

"Very well, your spanking will be over with one more swat, IF you ask for it
nicely"

"Please Aunt Mary, will you please give me one last spank" (I appreciated how Sara asked nicely AND got the ONE LAST spank part into the contract)

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Aunt Mary"

Mary wound up like she had for my spankings and let Sara have it. The hardest one Sara had felt yet. "OWWW", Sara shouted in pain but kept her hands on mine.

Now Mary came back around to my side of the bed. One more, I had to do it.
Sara had.

"Same deal for you Robert, have you learned your lesson"

I took a deep breath to acquire control over my voice "Yes Ma'am I have learned my lesson, but please Ma'am give me one last spank to make sure" Mary chuckled. I could see her in the mirror, but I couldn't stand to watch.

I closed my eyes. It seemed like I waited and waited. I was just about to lose my nerve when POW the last swat hit my blistered buns. My eyes watered so much that everything blurred, but I held my position.

Mary leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I want you to two to get up and go to bed after I leave. You have been wonderful hosts. Sleep in tomorrow morning, I will cook you breakfast. Be good to each other" On her way out she stopped and kissed Sara's cheek.

When Mary left, Sara and I finished undressing and slid under the bedspread. I reached over and touched Sara's damp cheek. "You were so brave, I love you so much"

"I love you too. Mary hit you so HARD, I don't know how you could stand it."

I reached across and caressed Sara's right buttock. It was hot to the touch.

I asked her if her bottom was on fire like mine. She giggled and asked me if
she could touch mine.

"OOOH, it is so HOT she giggled" I put my mouth on her nipple, gently rubbed her hot ass, and then kissed her lips. In return she lightly touched my sore butt and touched me in other places I liked. Her attention to my well-punished ass was deliciously erotic.

Soon, she was lowering herself on my blue steel erection. (I was a gentleman and suggesting she be on top). The smooth sheets irritated my sore buns. She was hot and tight and slippery as warm oil, I reached around her to caress her hot hind end and we slowly made love.

Punishment Software

Given how many people are into spanking there are hardly any computer applications on the internet for use in helping you and your partner decide and record punishments.

The best I have found is EZCP, which despite it ages still runs on a Windows 7 machines, it allows you to determine and record punishments in a log file.

It is billed as an intelligent punishment and logging software, and it fullfils this aim by deciding what punishments are to be administered for a particaular offens based on a number of factors such as:

1. Age of the culprit 
2. The pain threshold of the culprit (low, normal or high) 
3. Any additional punishments required 
4. Previous punishment history 

It logs the punishments to a file and so creates a punishment book which then takes account past punishments for the same offense for future punishments. It is also fully configurable, so you can set up the the basic punishment list yourself. To help you with this it comes with program notes explaining how to change the configuration files.

You can download the software from here if you want to give it a go. I would be interested what you think of it and if it would be worth someone producing something similar. Personally I think it world make for a great networked phone app, which delivered the results by text or email.

UPDATE 1st December 2012 - If you would like to see your punishment logs you can find hers here and mine here. 

Don't Forget Your Password

I really deserve a good spanking for letting you all down for forgetting my password. It really is unforgivable and I'm sorry and I just want to add a big thank you for all the wonderful comments.

Anyway I have been told to inform you any suggested punishments will be considered if you wish to leave a comment.

Pegging

Being pegged is something I have yet to experience and something I would love to try. Like most men having woman play with your anus feels rather nice and I'm sure the same would be true of being pegged.

My interest in the subject was ignited by the wonderful series of posts about the subject at Red Often's blog CONSENSUAL SPANKING. Rather than mash together something similar it easier to give you the links to the posts on the site:

• Part 1 - Purchasing a strap-on 
• Part 2 - Strap-on pegging is about sex 
• Part 3 - Feelings 
• Part 4 - Men enjoying strap-on sex

All I need now is to convince my partner that is it is worth trying. I'm not so sure easy that will be to do but I will give it a go and see where I get. Hopefully I will soon be pegged. It's defiantly something I want to try.

Amazing Picture

Sometimes you come across the amazing pictures when your looking for something completely different. This is what happened early and here is the picture I found.

I love to know the story behind it. My imagination is working over time working out my own story. I just love the smiling woman. I wonder what she is thinking.

Punishment Cards

While looking for pictures for the blog I came across these two punishment cards which I thought people would be interested in.

Although not quite suitable for my needs the basic design could be adapted by simply changing the offenses and removing the reference to Mistress with something more generic. When they are changed I will post them to the blog for others to use.

Pictures - F/M Spanking Pictures

Like most men I like looking at pictures and watching video that sometimes get me into trouble with my partner. He is a selection of some Femdom spanking pictures I rather like.

(Picture Credit  - Spanking 360 )

(Photo credit: Receiving the belt - sweetboyNYC)

Hopefully I won't get into too much trouble for posting them, but if I do, I at least know that are the pain of the spanking there might just be some pleasure it in for me too.

Sexuality

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Joint Spanking

Something that I want to do that I still have yet to manage is being spanked at the same time as my partner. It mainly to do with the fact we spank each other and there is no third person there to spank us. Having said that, even when we have been at spanking parties where there are other people about spank us both together we haven't managed to do it. I'm at a bit of a loss to why it hasn't happened yet, when we are both up for it.

One of my fantasies is to have someone punish us both after we have fallen out. It is at times like this that our child selves end up fighting with each other and having an adult stepping in a with a cane to bring us back to our senses has a lot of merit. A short sharp shock would be so much better than hours of sulking and bad feeling.

The idea of taking part in a joint spanking with my partner came from a story I read a few years ago, which I recently found again on the internet. Maybe I will post it some day when I need a post to keep the blog ticking over. The story ends with the couple making love, but I felt sorry for the person that punished them, they never really thanked them properly.

I'm sure a time will come when it happens and we live out my fantasy. I have a few people in mind that might be suitable, a;though one of them is a man and I'm not sure how I would thank him, but I'm open to most things so that might not be such a problem. If those people don't work out we could both take make a visit to The Governess I mentioned in a previous post, if my visit works out okay, I'm sure she would be more than happy to do the honors for a fee.

His and Her Knickers

Confession time, I love the feel of lacy on my hard cock. I love the idea of waring the same knickers, (panties if you are in the US) as my partner. It is just a turn on for me when I'm in that mood and results in a massive erection. So you could say I'm a secret knicker wearer, and yes I have even worn them to work, even lacy ones.

It all started a few years back when a girl friend at the time made me wear a pair of her soiled panties as a punishment. Just the idea of wearing her knickers got me semi hard, and watching her take them off and pass them to just brought to a full erection. After pulling them over my red spanked bottom, it wasn't long before I soiled the yellow cotton knickers with some pre cum. Seeing this she rubbed my hard cock through the knickers until I exploded inside them and then told me I could change them until the following evening. of course I thanked her in the usual way, by falling to me knees and bring her off with my fingers and my tongue.

Since then I haven't looked back and I wear my current girlfriends knickers when the mood takes us to play that way. When she goes shopping she sometimes buy's an two pairs, one for me and one for her if the cut is right to take my hard cock. We even wear the same style to work or when we go out. It is so much fun knowing we have the same sexy underwear on and we always end up having a steamy sex session from our knicker wearing exploits.

It is not something I do all the time, that would spoil the effect for me and make it ordinary, and I'm not into dressing up as a woman in any other way. I just like the buzz it gives me. I did try a self hypnosis recording by Isabella Suzanne Valentine called "Silk Panties" when I was on my own once and found it to be highly effective after a few plays.

Today, I still thank that ex girlfriend for making me wear her knickers. Without her knicker punishment I would never have thought that female underwear would have been such a huge turn on for me.

Story - Jane's spanking

I love spanking stories of all kinds and this one I found on a site of old spanking stories that seems to have died so i thought I would post it here for you enjoyment. There is at least one other story i like on the site and I might just post that at a later date.

Jane's spanking

During the 1970's I lived in the New Eltham area of South London. This part of Greenwich Borough could be classed a 'leafy' suburb of a mainly industrial region there being many large engineering works along the river side giving way in places to the many tourist attractions. This year, 1999 we see the building of the millennium dome where a large 'gas works and tar production plant used to be not to mention the age old attractions of the zero meridian line of longitude, the Old Royal Observatory, the Cutty Sark clipper ship, the Royal Naval College and of course the famous Palace and Park.

When I got married in 1972 (for the first time) my wife and I, Caroline, bought a house along the main road leading from Eltham High Street to Sidcup. The style of these housed ranged from the semi-Victorian through to 1980 modern style but many were built in the mid to late 1930's and were of the bay window semi-detached variety. They were quite large, even by today's standards having a lounge of some 13' x 12' and a dining room of similar size.

We moved in next to a nice family comprising of mum, dad, a son and daughter. Mum was called Jane. She was 10 years older than me at 34 and Rob, her husband was another 10 years older at 44. The children were Mathew and Jeanette aged 11 and 13 respectively. Jane was a 'housewife' and Rob worked as a Management Consultant for British Rail.

After about five years Jane decided that she was going to get a part time job as the children were about to leave school and go their separate ways. She started to work as a sales assistant at a local department store but soon became the manager's PA (or dogs-body).

Let me try to describe Jane. She stood about 5'6" tall and was fairly slim, not skinny, and wore rather sombre clothes – a bit 'mumsey' really. Although not a raving beauty she was quite attractive in a mature kind of way: remember I was 29 and she was 39. I often called in for coffee during the day and we had lots of little chats about the price of eggs and how to put the world to rights etc. This was possible because I was self-employed and ran a 'Garage' business and because of us being neighbours I serviced her car (Rob wouldn't drive – he could but didn't like it).

I remember on one occasion, I think it was Just before her 40th birthday party we were in her kitchen drinking coffee, the time was about 11:30 and she had recently returned from a shopping trip in Bexleyheath. She started to tell me about a group of children who were playing about on skateboards in the multi-storey car park. Apparently one of the boys had collided with a shopping trolley and the contents had spilled over the car-park deck. Jane shouted at one of the lads to be more careful in future and she told me all she got in return was swearing and rude gestures.I said that I considered that there was no real discipline in schools today and if you actually clouted one of them you would probably end up in court on a charge of GBH or something. Jane agreed with my comments and went on to say that she went to a convent school in Suffolk and the teachers, many of whom were nuns, would rap the girl's knuckles with a wooden ruler for being cheeky. She added that on many occasions she saw a girl cry when given two strokes of a short cane across the palm of the hands.

I asked if she had ever received the cane and she admitted that she was given the stick across her hands on two separate occasions, quite minor infringements but she said it stung like mad and made her dance around the classroom holding her hands under her armpits to try to stop the stinging. I told her that when I was at school the cane was used often but not flippantly. I described how, one day, a classmate was showing another boy his cigarette lighter. He flipped the lid and it burst into flames because petrol had leaked out and down the side of the case. He quickly dropped it on the floor and started to jump on the flames to put them out.

Mr. Frobisher, the music teacher who was taking the class, sprang to his feet shouting at Brian "What the hell do think you're doing BOY!" He went over to Brian and dragged him from the desk. After the flames had died down we could smell the stench of petrol fumes and soot. Mr. Frobisher told Brian to get the lighter and then to go to the Headmaster and get the cane and punishment book. We all knew that Brian was going to get a beating so we sat very quiet and got on with our work as though nothing had happened.

Brian returned with the school cane. It was about two feet long and had a slight curve along its length where it had landed across many bottoms in the past. Mr. Frobisher opened the punishment book and spoke aloud as he wrote in it. "Brian Atkins, 5T, setting fire to a school desk." "I didn't set fire to it – it was an accident – I didn't meant to do it." Pleaded Brian. Old man Frobisher calmly carried on taking no notice of Brian, "six strokes across posterior, date June 14th 1961"

Frobisher looked about the room and then swung the stick about. It hit one of the lamps hanging from the ceiling with a 'clang!' He ordered Brian to go next door to the school hall. We all ran to the side windows and door and peered inside. Brian was told to bend over and touch his toes and as he did so Frobisher jumped in the air and brought the can down across Brian's backside with such a force that Brian jumped at least two foot in the air grabbing his bottom as he did so. Frobisher landed five more strokes of the cane in an identical manner and Brian was screaming and sobbing all through the beating. This episode was the talk of the school until we broke up some four weeks later. Brian was off school for two days and when he returned he showed us the marks that Frobisher had put on his bottom. They were blue around the edges and raised enough that you could feel the ridges.

I sensed Jane was intrigued at my story by the way she started to fidget about and I also noticed she rubbed her bottom through her skirt as I described Brian leaping in the air. I asked her if she had ever had the cane across her backside and she said that she had never been caned at school but her dad had spanked her a few times with his hand and a slipper once and that hurt. She added that one night at school, it was a boarding school, two of the girls in her dorm' brought a garden cane from the village and hid it on top of one of the wardrobes. Claire, one of the girls got the cane down and ordered Margaret and Sue to hold another girl face down across the dormitory table. When Brenda was in position Claire pulled the girl's dress up and caned her bottom about six or seven times. Jane said that Claire was one of the school's bullies and everyone tried to keep out of their way this time most of the girls said that Claire had gone too far and they were going to tell the Head in the morning. Jane said that she turned away from Claire and went towards her bed, as she bent down to pick up her nightdress Claire lashed the cane across her bottom. Jane said that it stung like mad and she remembers rubbing her bottom for a good half hour after and she saw in the mirror that there was a red stripe running from one cheek to the other with a slight blue tinge at the end where the tip had dug into the flesh.

She went on to tell me that although she herself had never been caned the Head, in her study, had caned several of her classmates. She remembered that punishments were usually given either before school started or after prep. If a punishment was to be given in the morning the girl had to be present outside the Head's study at 8:00am wearing summer uniform which was a cotton gingham button through dress, bra and white pants. If it was to be an evening punishment they had to go to the teacher's common room at 8:00pm dressed in their P.E. kit. Apparently punishments were always given whilst the girl was bent over a chair and always across their pants, never bare.The next thing that Jane said rather shocked me. "Don't tell anyone this Steve will you?" "If you say so… What's the secret then?" I said, intrigued by her remark. "Well… After Claire hit me with her cane I began to wonder what it must be like to be caned across the bottom. When girls had to go to the Head to be punished I always tried to be near the study door so I could hear the cane and the girls cry out."

"That sounds as though you were a little scared to do something that warranted a caning." "Oh no… not at all it was just that mummy and daddy would be very annoyed and disappointed if I had to punished by the Head." "Why don't you ask Rob to spank you?" I suggested. "I couldn't do that… I'd be embarrassed to ask him… He'd think I'd gone mad or kinky or something."I thought about offering to deal with her fantasy but as time was getting on and my wife was due home soon I simply said that we would have to continue this chat another time. Jane said that she would like that because she could talk to me easier than she could Rob (She reckoned he was a bit 'stuffy'). I walked towards the front door and was about to open it when Jane pushed past me and put her hand over the Yale lock so I couldn't turn it. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Remember… Not a word about what we have been talking about… Ok!" I looked straight back at her and said, "Or what Jane?" and as I spoke I drew my right hand back and slapped her across the seat of her skirt. "Ouch!" she gasped. "That's for thinking I would say something… Now if you will excuse me I have to get back to the garage or they will think I've got lost."I saw Jane quite frequently over the following weeks, although we never spoke about that 'little chat' we had every time I caught her eye she would give me a little smile.

It was getting on for the end of September and the nights were starting to close in and the weather was getting a little colder. One Thursday Jane knocked and Caroline let her in. "Hi Jane." I shouted from the kitchen, "I'm just making a cup of coffee… or you can have tea if you want?" "Coffee will be fine." She shouted back as she accompanied Caroline into the lounge.

I brought the tray of drinks in and placed them on the table and as I did Caroline said that it was Rob's fiftieth birthday the following Saturday and could we come to the party she and the kids were organizing. She hoped to keep it a surprise party so she doesn't was anyone spilling the beans to Rob. "Would I do something like that? Really Jane… You've really hurt me now." I mockingly said.

Anyway, the Saturday came and the party was in full swing with the young ones in the lounge with their music, the older ones standing about the dining room and kitchen drinking beer and wine bragging about their holidays, decorations, gardens, cars and whatever else there is to chat about.I wandered out into the garden where Rob was talking to Caroline about his roses. Rob always pruned our roses and looked after our front garden. Apparently he loved roses and as we had lots he took it upon himself to look after them. This, I think, was because I kept threatening to concrete the lawn to park out cars on it so Rob took care of the plants so I didn't have to. As I was saying, Rob and Caroline were chatting about roses and other plants, beans were mentioned I think... but who cares. I turned to Jane and asked if she had any thoughts about our previous chat. She looked about to see if anybody was nearby and said that she had thought about nothing else since then and felt relieved that somebody else knew her secret. Glancing around again she added that she often felt like asking Rob to be a little 'adventurous' in bed but kept backing out.

We were standing on the edge of the lawn ant the bottom of their 150-foot garden. We were well out of sight of the house and hidden by an 6-foot high privet hedge that separated the 'garden' from the vegetable plot. As I looked down I noticed a bamboo cane sticking out of the ground near a small plant of some kind. It was near to my right hand so I grabbed hold of it and pulled it from the ground. I tapped the end on my shoe to remove most of the dried earth and then walked over to the hedge and wiped the remainder from the tip. Whilst I was doing this Jane had her back to me and was still looking at the trees silhouetted against the night sky. I walked back to where Jane was standing, keeping the cane out of sight, and stood by her right side. We stood there for about another five or six minutes. I don't know what she was thinking but I was waiting for her to move into a position where I had a clear swing with the cane towards her backside.

I didn't have to wait too long for Jane turned to her left and took a step forward. This left me with the room I had been waiting for and without further ado I swiftly swung the cane, hoping my aim was right. 'Slap' it went as it landed across the centre of her skirt. "Ah!" Jane gasped as she spun around to face me with her right hand rubbing her backside. "I wasn't expecting that… That stings."Jane continued rubbing her backside for about three or four minutes and then smiled at me and said, "You know Steve… Although it stung when you hit me it feels warm and tingly now… Especially when I rub my hands over where it landed." "What are you going to tell Rob when you get into bed tonight?" I asked. "Nothing… I wear a long nightdress and he never asks me to take it off… So I guess it's still a secret then Steve… Eh!"

I put the cane back in the ground where I had taken it from and accompanied Jane back to the house where Rob had just opened a couple of bottles of bubbly. We all sang 'Happy Birthday' and 'For he's a jolly good fellow' and Rob made a speech of sorts and gradually the party fizzled out around 2:30am. Jane never mentioned anything about what went on at the top of the garden the night of Rob's birthday party but she still smiled at me whenever we caught each other's gaze.

Caroline and I went off to Tenerife for the last week in October and when we got back we were clearing the garden of leaves and dead flowers etc. when Jane called over the fence. "Hey you two, I'm just making a drink… shall I bring you one out?" "That's nice of you… Thanks!" Caroline replied. Jane handed us both a cup of coffee through the trellis. When we had finished I called back to Jane who was still sweeping the patio. She came over to take the empty cups from me and asked if I would call in on Tuesday afternoon as there seemed to be something wrong with the car. I offered to go in now, just to get out of the gardening, but she insisted that it must be Tuesday – about two to two fifteen – she said that Rob was going on one of his hiking expeditions and she was at work on the Monday so the earliest it could be was Tuesday.

Tuesday came and I knocked at her door before I went to work hoping I could save some time by taking it with me to sort out. Jane answered the door and said that she needed the car during the morning but if it was too much trouble… I cut her short and told her that there was no problem I just thought I could save her some time by sorting things out sooner rather than later.

Caroline was working that day so when I got home for lunch the house was empty. I made myself a ham sandwich and grabbed a coffee. Two o'clock came and I waited another five minutes, mustn't look too eager, and went and knocked at Jane's door. She answered the door very quickly and said as she opened it, "I saw you go home… I thought you might come straight round." I walked into the hallway and I sensed she was slightly nervous. "Is everything alright Jane?" I asked her. "Yes… Yes… nothing's wrong. It probably me… you know… Go into the lounge Steve I'll be with you in a moment.

I heard Jane go into the dining room and then I heard sounds as though she was moving furniture about. "Do you want a hand Jane." I shouted. "No… It's all right… I can manage. Anyway I've done it now… in more was than I thought I would have." "Sorry… I didn't get that." "Doesn't matter Steve you soon will… Stay there I'll be in soon."

'Strange conversation' I thought! 'Never mind she'll tell me all about it soon enough'… Jane came into the lounge and stood in the centre of the room. She was wearing black high heeled shoes, blue tights or stockings (I couldn't tell) a neat light blue patterned skirt that rested just below the knee and a white long sleeve blouse that was tucked into the waistband of the skirt. "You're looking smart today Jane, going or coming?" I enquired. "Stopping I hope Steve." She replied. "Do you remember our little chat a couple of months ago?" "If it's what I think you're talking about then yes I do… Has this got anything to do with what I did at Rob's party?" I went on to say.

Her reply rather shook me. "I want you to give me six strokes of the cane across my bottom Steve." After a long pause I said, "Are you sure you want me to do it… If Caroline ever found out she would hit the roof… Anyway it would hurt too much and you would want me to stop after the first two… No... I don't think so Jane." "Please Steve… Please… You are the only one who has spoken with me about this and you are the only person I feel I can trust… Please… I promise I won't cry out for you to stop… Honestly…"

I looked her up and down and suddenly I saw a different Jane standing there. The Jane I was used to was a loving mum and a devoted wife. She always gave out the vibes of being slightly upper class; 'snooty' my gran would have called her. This Jane was asking for her bottom to be struck with a piece of bamboo cane, she was dressed a little provocatively but sober, rather business-like! "Alright then… Where shall we do this?" I asked. "Come into the other room Steve." I followed her into the dining room. I noticed that the table had been moved over to the far wall and one of the chairs was placed in the centre of the floor. On the coffee-table was a Bamboo garden cane about 2'6" long and about 6 to 8 mm in diameter. It looked new, was clean and appeared to be polished. Jane went over to the cane and picked it up. She ran her fingers along its length and then bent it into a curve. "I took care in picking this cane Steve… I wasn't sure how long or how thick it should be but I did know that it shouldn't have any sharp bits or be split anywhere."

She came over and handed me the cane. I took it and swished it through the air a couple of times and as I did so I saw Jane flinch and rub her backside through her skirt. "Do you want me to tell you what to do or have you decided on how you want this caning." I asked. "I'm not sure Steve… I've thought about this… even planned it, but now I think you should tell me what to do… I won't argue… Promise I won't."

I told her to turn around and touch her toes. Jane quickly turned, smoothed her hands down her skirt and slightly bending her knees she bent forward and pointed her fingers towards her shoes. "Good… That's a nice backside there Jane… Very spankable!" I place the palm of my right hand on her right buttock and gently rubbed it slowly moving to the left. I could feel the tightness of her skin and through the cloth I could feel the waistband of a suspender belt and the outline of her panties where they cover the bottom cheeks. I moved my hand further down her thigh and felt the actual suspender where it curved around to meet the top of her stockings.

Jane started to move her bottom a little whilst I was stroking it. "Is that nice Jane?" I asked. "Yes it really is… Rob has never touched me like that." "Ok… Stand up and bend over the chair please. Grab the sides of the seat and keep your legs shoulder width apart before you bend over."She stood up and walked across to the chair that she put there earlier. As before she slid her hands down the sides and back of her skirt and positioned her shoes about 15" apart. Her skirt was pulled up slightly as she leaned over the chair back and grabbed the sides of the seat cushion. "Are you sure you want me to do this Jane." I asked before I did something she would regret. "Steve… Do it otherwise I shan't have the courage to ask again." "Ok…Wait for it… This will hurt."

I stepped back and to the left of where Jane was bent over. I looked at her bottom sticking out waiting to be struck with the bamboo cane I held, the cane that Jane had bought especially for me to do this to her. I placed the cane on her skirt and raised it then placed it back on the same place just to make sure it would land where I wanted it. "I don't think is going to be too successful Jane." I said placing the cane back across her skirt. "Your skirt is a bit bunched and you won't feel it as you should." I continued.

"I'll pull it straight across my bottom for you then." She stood up and pulled at the material so there was only one layer across her knickers and then bent over the chair placing her hands on the seat again. She glanced back at me and gave a smile saying, "I'm ready Steve… Do your worst."

I didn't need no more prompting. Here was a forty-year-old housewife and mum, bent over a dining chair with her bottom in the air waiting for a caning. I took aim, raised the cane above my head and brought it crashing down across both buttocks. Her skirt took most of the force because although it was only a single thickness of material it was still slightly loose. Jane winced a little and gave a low hiss through her teeth and then wiggled her bottom cheeks a little.

She stayed down in position waiting for the next stroke but had decided on something else. "Stand up Jane." I ordered. She stood up and slid her hands across her bottom. "That's enough of that… No touching until I've finished Jane." She quickly took her hands away and dropped her gaze to the floor. "Sorry Steve… What do you want me to do?"

"Pull your skirt up to your waist and then get back into position." I told her. "I'm only wearing panties underneath, you will see everything!" "Nothing I haven't seen before Jane." I replied. "Maybe Steve but not my everything." "Stop messing about Jane and lift your skirt or I'll give you an extra dose for fun."

I was amused by Jane's antics. She lifted the skirt and turned away so I wouldn't see her pubic hair through the sheer nylon panties she was wearing. Then as she bent over she realized that I might see her vagina from the rear so she adjusted the pants so they covered the cheeks a little more instead of being stretched between her legs. Soon she was back in position and I could clearly see a red mark showing through the panties where the first stroke had landed. I walked over and placed my hand on her panties and rubbed the mark and as I did I felt a ridge along its length.

I got back to her left side again and gave her another hard stinging cut across both cheeks, slightly lower this time and as it landed her skin rippled and dipped along the cane's length then resumed the silky roundness under the panties. Jane let out a loud yell and lifted her legs up and down to try to ease the pain. Her right hand came round to her bottom but stopped just before it touched any skin. "Ow, Ow, OW!" she yelled while still wiggling about.

I went over to her and straightened her up and told her to stay still and in position because if she moved about too much I might catch her legs and I would certainly give her two extra strokes for moving. I turned to walk away then stopped. I turned back and pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees. "Steve… Please don't cane me on my bare bottom." "Too late, you should have thought about that before we started now stay still."

I adjusted my position back to her left and quickly laid on two more strokes across her trembling bottom. I glanced at her face as she turned towards me and I could see she was starting to cry. "Now you know how those girls felt when your Headteacher caned them." "Yes, Yes Steve… It really hurts… but it is funny feeling bent over here knowing you can see everything I've got and I can't do anything about it."

"Four more to come Jane… Get ready because these will really sting and hurt." And with that I rapidly gave her two strokes across the tops of her thighs, just below her bottom cheeks. Her knees bent slightly and then straightened. She appeared to stick her bottom out and straighten her legs more firmly as she waited for the last two strokes. I took careful aim and brought the first down across the fullness of her left buttock and as it landed I saw the tip spring around to the right thigh and bounce off but not before she let out a real cry of pain. She jumped up and grabbed her bottom with both hands, rubbing furiously to try to ease the sting the cane had imparted in her nether regions. She hopped about and continued to cry; the tears were swelling up and were starting to run down her cheeks. "Get back Jane I still have one more stroke to give you."

She meekly went back to the chair continuing to rub her bottom on the way. She looked at me standing there with the cane in my hand then realized that her knickers were hanging around her ankles. She bent down and pulled them up as though she were going to put them on then stopped and looked up and said, "Shall I leave them around my knees or take them off completely?"

"It doesn't really matter Jane after all I have now seen you as nobody else has ever seen you… Just stand about three feet away from the chair and place your hands on the back of it." Jane pushed her panties down to her knees and leaned forward to the chair back. Her hair fell loosely about her neck as she glanced round. She pushed her legs straight and shuffled her shoes apart and as her legs parted I saw a little of her pubic hair show. The red stripes were turning into weals with definite ridges to them – obviously sore and plainly uncomfortable.

"Steve…" She said pausing briefly to get her breath, "Steve… I know this is the last one but will you cane me twice more in this position… Perhaps I shouldn't say this but although my bottom is sore if want to find out if I can take ten strokes after all I should be able to… I am an adult now not a child."

"Alright Jane… These three will be as hard as I dare cane you… Get ready!" I brought the can whistling down to land with a 'crack', she lurched and sucked in a breath, steadied herself and I landed the second of the three. She lurched again and shuffled her feet to steady herself again. I went over and stroked her very red and striped bottom and as I placed my hand on her right cheek she moaned and said, "Please Steve… Give me the last one as hard as you can… I think I can take it."

I carefully took aim and brought the stick down with all the force I dare give it and I must have misjudged it because it landed low on her left buttock cheek and whipped around to mark the top of her right thigh leaving a red stripe that disappeared under her stocking suspender. She let out a scream and stood up grasping her right leg. Her panties were down at her ankles again and she was rubbing her leg furiously.

"Sorry about that last one Jane… It's no good saying I didn't want to hurt you because that is the whole point of the exercise but…" She stopped me by walking over to me, looked me straight in the eyes and said. "Thank you Steve… Thank you." She then gave me a kiss on the lips. I felt a little awkward because I didn't give her a beating so we might have a sexual encounter afterwards. I knew that she could feel that I had an erection through my trousers and felt doubly awkward about that also.

"I know what you would like Steve." She said as she tugged at my belt; it came undone easily and then she slid my zipper open. Reaching inside she fondled my penis and then brought it out and began to rub the foreskin back and forth. "I'll come in a minute if you carry on Jane." "So what Steve… Didn't you notice… I've already come… That's what your caning did for me so I'm simply repaying the favour."

Jane put back on her panties after about half an hour. She changed her stockings for tan tights and put on a pair of black 'court' shoes. "Can't look too dressed up when the kids get home can I now?"Shortly before five I made my excuses and left. Jane asked me to cane her twice more since then but I haven't seen or spoken to her since she and Rob moved away – not too far only about three miles but since then I've moved from SE. London to Chichester and there is no valid reason to resume contact – unless she wants another caning but as she is now about 63 years old I don't know whether she would want one...

Spanking

As you might have guessed if you had read the previous post I like getting spanked and caned, but I also like to give back too. It only seems fair and I'm sure a lot of us like to be in control at times, while at other times we like to give up that control. Life isn't a one way street and depending on our mood we can switch from a dominate state to a submissive one. It is all a state of mind.

I have know a few women that have thought of themselves as submissive only to they too enjoy being dominate once in a while, and I'm have been grateful to them for that. For I have my submissive moments too. Match the two and you and your partner are onto a winner.

I like to spank girls. I like the feel of there bottom under my hand, watching it turn red, and the whole mind game that is around the process. I'm at home with a cane in my hand, tapping it on a girls bottom, know that when it falls a red welt will appear I can run my fingers over before, maybe dipping them between her legs to feel her wetness.

In fact, finding that wetness is rather fun. I just love making women cum. I love bottoms and rubbing them. Teasing a poor girl until she is begging to cum, and then when she does, making her cum again and again. It is part of the spanking game for me.

Although I can dish out the punishment when needed and make a girl feel very sorry for what she has done without the fun side taking over. I can be as cold as The Governess mentioned in the last post if that is what the lady requires and I won't charge a penny in return. I don't need paying I just love doing it as well as receiving it.

I can't describe how much I like the female form, and how much I love a female bottom. Like I have said in the introduction it formed the basis of all my wet dreams as a teenager, and even now I look at women and imagine them bare and over my knee. I can't help myself.

As for what else I like about the female form and what I like doing will have to wait for later posts, for now I want to finish with a story in the next post.