This is a re-post of my first domestic discipline spanking session. What a long way we have come!!! Please enjoy...
February 3rd 08
What an experience! I wasn’t fully sure what to expect when I arrived, but She greeted me warmly with a big smile on Her face. We chatted in Her kitchen for about 20 minutes, just getting to know each other. She was really all about wanting to make this experience real for me. It was more than I could have hoped for and better.
We decided on a teacher student role-play because that would relate most to my life right now. So on to the good stuff! We talked about safe words. This was my first time with role-play and I trusted her to lead the scene because I didn’t want any control over what was going to happen. After telling Her a little about my history of spanking we went upstairs. Immediately I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore—not that I ever have been—there were all Her implements on a display near the far wall on a table. My stomach knotted up and I could feel myself beginning to sweat a bit. Hairbrushes, leather paddles, and straps—oh my! Here I was in this near strangers home and She was about to wallop my backside with anything of Her choosing on that table...Talk about a head rush.
She instructed me to sit down on the couch across from where She seated herself on a long padded bench with no back. Immediately She began talking about school and I wasn’t even aware that the scene had started. Before too long She had me squirming in my seat from scolding me about cheating on a test in Her class. She was never harsh, yet very firm and I found myself unable to look away as She spoke about how I acted like a child and now She must treat me as such. I was then ordered to stand up and come over to Her. Then She made me stand there as She scolded again! By now I was feeling very small. After that, She reached out, and undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. She took me by the forearm and pulled me over Her lap. I have never felt so controlled in my life and no spanking had occurred yet!
The first spank caught me by surprise and I gasped at the sting—first one cheek and then the other in perfect rhythm. As She was spanking, the scolding continued and I felt very much like a little kid. After a long warm up She ordered me up and into the corner where She lectured again. The entire time my thoughts were focused on Her voice and my mind was not aloud to wander. I was, by this time, very much into the scene and responding as such.After about five minutes, She ordered me back over to the bench and over Her lap. Then my panties came down and I knew things were about to get heated.
Out of no where, I felt this hard cool surface tap against my bottom. I couldn’t see it, but after the first swat I knew it was leather. It burned a bit and had a good thud sound to it. She used it in layers, first a few easy spanks, then rubbing, more strong spanks etc. With this method I was able to stand it for a good while before kicking my feet up. I could feel my body shifting, relaxing, and submitting. She said—later, that She noticed this shift in me as well.
More scolding and telling me—as part of the role-play—that I didn’t need to cheat to get good grades, that it was okay to fail as long as I gave it my best effort, followed suit. Right there, She honed in on one of my biggest fears, that of failing and not being good enough. (Darn the type A personality glitch!) I think it was there that the scene went for being merely role-play and turned into something very real and meaningful for me. I understand now when I read about people who have experienced role-play, where the shift between play and reality blur into such an intoxicating mix.
Another session in the corner and back again I was introduced to a stingy flat backed wood hairbrush. That got me jumping and yelping. It stung like crazy, especially when She used it in the same spot twice in a row! She alternated between this and Her hand for awhile before I was sent for one last corner session. I could hear Her moving around behind me, preparing for what I assumed to be the finally.At one point, She came over to me and stood behind me—lecturing for a while before taking me back over to the bench. This time though She told me to lie down on top of it. I misunderstood and proceeded to lay myself face down. She stopped me and told me, “No, on your back.” It clicked for me then what She intended to do. I groaned, but obeyed by lying down on my back. She then grasped my legs upwards, keeping them bent at the knees. There was nothing, but the feelings of true submission and humiliation going through my mind as She proceeded to hold something hard and cold against my bottom and lecture me one last time.Then the final swats happened and the burn was so intense I was clawing at the sides of the bench to keep my hands from reaching out to shield myself. I caught one brief look at the implement as it went through the air and it was a hairbrush, but a very unique one. After looking at it later I noted that it had long, very thin slits in the back surface. It resulted in a pattern of very thin welts on my very red, bruised bottom.
Big Ouch!
The aftercare provided was very caring and I had arnica rubbed onto my sore bottom. We then talked about the session and She showed me my bottom in the mirror. I didn’t think it was going to be as red and bruised as it was, and I was surprised. Future sessions are going to be a definite must for me. For hours I have had what I have heard termed ‘the spankers high’ a nice healthy buzzing floaty feeling along with a hot bottom to match. What a wonderful combination!
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Awwww, the memories! :-)
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