Hi! I was wondering whether any of you guys had any experiences getting spanked that you wanted to share. In particular, if there’s any one spanking that you’ve gotten from your woman that stands out in your mind as being especially humiliating or painful. If so, feel free to leave a comment to share!

As readers of this blog might already know, I’m pretty big on making sure that my guy’s spankings are *painful*. I feel like a real spanking should be as memorable as it is humiliating. So, when he’s really getting punished, I like to make him strip down naked before giving him at least twenty swats on his bare ass, then some corner time, then twenty to thirty more. What I’m spanking him with depends on what kind of mood I’m in, and whether or not I’m wanting to put him over my knee, but more than a few times he’s found himself getting sixty or seventy swats with a heavy wooden paddle, with me swinging with both hands. He’s also been put over my knee and spanked with a hairbrush for ten minutes straight (we had a kitchen timer running), for easily over a hundred swats total. Either way, his ass was bruised for a week, and he was sitting down *very* *carefully* for days after!

As far as humiliation goes, it’s been a while since we did it last, but I’ve been known to put my guy over my knee for a spanking while over at a friend’s house or at a party, in front of friends. Once or twice I’ve spanked him in a public place. I really dig the humiliation aspect of a spanking, but, being a switch, I tend to be the one getting spanked in public, LOL.

So, what are your experiences like? Anything you want to share would be fun to see! Click the “comments” link below and let me know if you’ve had any particularly memorable spankings!

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Part Four of my Spanking My Boyfriend series. Comments are always welcome.

I love punishing my boyfriend. I love seeing his knees get weak when he knows he’s getting a spanking. I love the feeling of power holding the paddle in my hand, or feeling him bent over my knee.

Spankings in our house are serious punishments. I make sure that my guy knows he’s been punished. I want him in serious pain by the time that I’m done.

As you might have guessed, he gets spanked a lot, but a typical punishment goes something like this. I sit on the bed and make him strip down naked. (Something about seeing him strip really does it for me….) I point at the dresser, and he brings my heavy black leather studded paddle from the top drawer, kneeling to hand it to me. I take it and give it a few light slaps against the palm of my left hand, asking if he’s ready to take his medicine. At this point, he can usually barely talk, and normally just gives me a weak nod. I tell him to assume the position.

He stands, bends over, grabs his ankles, and winces. I get up from the bed and slowly walk around behind him. (I like to do everything slowly, though I’ve been known to yank him over my knee and start in on his ass in a rush–depends on the situation.) Taking the paddle in both hands, I deliver about twenty hard swats to his bare bottom in quick succession. I love hearing him grunt, moan, and whimper, and I love seeing his ass turn from white to pink, and then to bright red. What really gets me wet is seeing his cock go from rock-hard with anticipation to limp with pain. Yum….

With him still bent over, I lightly rub his stinging ass and walk around in front of him. Still holding the paddle in my right hand, I take his hair in my left, spread my legs, and lower his face to my pussy, telling him to lick. By this point I’m usually wet enough that just feeling his tongue on my clit drives me crazy.

I release his hair and walk back around behind him. I ask if he’s ready for his punishment to continue. Regardless of what sort of whimper he manages, I give him another twenty or so hard swats on his already-tingling bottom.

What happens from here depends on what type of mood I’m in. Sometimes I send him to the corner, to stand there with his hands on his head, and tease him about his sore, punished ass. Sometimes I pull out a chair and drape a prickly plastic doormat across it and make him sit there, his bare ass on fire, writing lines about what a naughty boy he’s been and how badly he deserves to be punished. Sometimes I tell him to stand up and rub his stinging ass, making fun of him while he does it, and make him tell me why he needs to be spanked. A few times, I’ve made him get down on his hands and knees while I go and sit on the edge of the bed. He has to crawl to me and then suck my toes and rub my feet while I lecture him on how badly he needs his ass beat.

Regardless of what happens at that stage, we always end up with me sitting on the bed and him being ordered (or taken) over my knee. I love spanking his ass with my bare hand while he’s bent over my knee, and waiting until after a painful paddling makes the punishment especially fun. With his ass already burning, the palm of my hand becomes incredibly painful, as he makes obvious from his yelps while I’m spanking him. More than a few times, he’s reflexively tried to twist away, or to protect his smarting ass with his hand. This will always lead to me grabbing his wrist with my free hand, or trapping him under my left leg while he’s bent over my right, while I intesify the spanking and yell at him for trying to avoid his punishment. Other times, he starts kicking in pain, causing my to trap his legs between mine.

Although I give him relatively “light” spankings over my knee from time to time, when he really gets punished (like I’m describing here), I know that his ass will be sore for days. I can see the bruises on his ass as much as a week later, and for days after the spanking I notice him sitting down very carefully. (That always turns me on….) During this period, I like to tease him about how he needs to be punished, knowing how much more painful a spanking will be.

And that’s one of my favorite times to spank him. >;)

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Here’s the third instalment of Spanking My Boyfriend. Let me know if you enjoy these and I’ll do more. Thanks!

I am waiting when you come home. I am barefoot, wearing very short cutoff jeans and a loose pink tank top, holding the tawse in my hands. I run my hands up and down it, feeling the supple leather under my skin. It isn’t long before you return.

You walk in the door. I am standing, legs spread apart, holding the tawse with both hands in front of me. “You know what you’ve got coming”, I say.

You close the door behind yourself. I grab a tight knot of your hair in my left hand, holding the tawse in my right. I pull your face close to mine and snarl. “I want you down on all fours right here, right now. Take your fucking pants down. You’re getting your ass beat.”

I release your hair and you drop to your knees, your hands already undoing your belt. You lower your face to the floor as you lower your pants and boxers. You then put your hands down on either side of your head, pressed against the tile of our entry hall. You know the position. We’ve done this before.

I slap the tawse against the palm of my left hand. You wince at the sharp noise. I begin to pad around you in my bare feet as you kneel. I slap the tawse against my hand again. “I’m getting tired of having to do this, brat. You need to learn to behave.”

I pad around to the vulnerable bare ass that you are presenting to me. I run the tawse slowly across your bare skin. “Until you learn to behave, you’re going to keep getting your ass beat.”

I bring the tawse back and swing, hard, the leather smacking and stinging your bare ass. You make a soft, involuntary moan as the tawse connects. I bring it back again, swing, and smack you again, leading to another low moan.

I smack twice more in quick succession. Your exposed bare ass is already turning pink. I swing again, delivering another painful smack. You grunt and wince at the painful swat. Two more quick, hard smacks bring more moans from you. Your stinging ass is quickly becoming bright red, and I decide to tease you about it.

“Look at your red ass. You are a naughty little boy who can’t learn how to behave.” I deliver another stinging swat and kneel next to your sore ass. Your pants and boxers are around your knees, and your balls hang down between your legs. I grab them and squeeze, hard. “Naughty little boys who can’t learn how to behave get to meet my nasty little friend. Do you want to keep having these sessions with my nasty little friend? Because that’s what we’re going to do until you learn.” I let go of your balls and stand, bring the tawse back and swing, smacking your red ass hard. I give you two more quick, hard swats while you wince and moan. I lean forward and rub my hand across your sore and stinging skin. I bring the tawse back again and give you another hard swat. You moan again. I kneel and grab your balls again, squeezing hard. “My nasty little friend can smack you all day.”

I release your balls, stand, and deliver another stinging smack. I give three more, one after the other, each hard and stinging. I stop, walk over to the wall, and move a chair that I’ve had waiting in front of your face. I sit down in front of you and cross my legs.

I’ve been going barefoot all day. In our apartment, in the parking lot, in the garden outside. The soles of my feet are dirty. I run my bare big toe along the side of your face, the other side of your face still pressed against the tile. “I want you to clean my feet. With your pathetic tongue. I want them clean, not wet. So don’t slobber, or we can start all over again.”

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Here’s the second instalment of my “Spanking my boyfriend” series; I hope that you enjoy it–I definitely enjoyed writing these! More instalments will follow as I find time to update.

For this instalment of Spanking My Boyfriend, I wanted to do a flashback to a spanking that I gave to a boyfriend in high school, Phil. Phil was kind of a smaller guy, shorter than me, with black hair that hung just past his ears. Phil and my friend Heather and I were alone at my house one afternoon, sitting around my room watching TV. We were joking about different things, and Phil said something, I forget what, but I responded by telling him that he needed a spanking for saying it. Heather laughed and said, “Ooo, spank him, spank his ass,” slapping her thigh as though someone were bent over her knee.

I laughed and looked at Phil, sitting on the bed next to me. He was wearing a white t-shirt and oversized cargo shorts with black flip flops. I said, “You deserve a spanking, you little bitch,” took his chin in my hand, and, smiling, said, “bend over.”

Phil kind of laughed and made some little joke about it. I reached over his shoulder and grabbed the back of his shirt behind his neck, hard, and pulled him across my lap. “You’re getting a spanking.” Heather giggled.

I started to slap his tight ass, hard, with my open palm, across the back of his shorts. “This is what happens to naughty little boys,” I said, smiling as I did. Heather got up from the bean bag where she had been sitting and walked over beside us, facing Phil’s face. She knelt besite us, getting her face right in Phil’s while asking him how he felt and teasing him as I continued spanking his ass.

I must have given Phil about a hundred swats across his shorts. While I was spanking, Heather stood up, grasped the bedpost nearest to her, lifted her right leg, and pressed her bare foot across Phil’s face while I spanked him. She shoved back on his head with her foot, continuing to tease him as he lay over my knee. My left hand lay flat across his back while I swatted hard with my right hand. I could feel his cock getting hard against my thigh.

Finally deciding that Phil had been adequately punished, I gave him a final hard swat and said, “I hope that you remember this.” Heather removed her foot and put it back down on the floor; I pulled Phil up off my lap by the back of his shirt. His face was bright red. I’m sure that his ass was, too.

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I’ve decided to move my old “Spanking my boyfriend” series over from my old FemDom blog, which I don’t think that anyone visits anymore, because it seems like it would make more sense here. So here’s the first instalment. I’ll add the others over the next week or so. I might continue the series if I get time. I hope that you enjoy them; they were fun to write!

I spank my boyfriend. Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve spanked every boyfriend I’ve ever had at least once, and most of them have been over my knee more than a few times. There is a wonderful and incredibly liberating feeling that comes from feeling his body bent over my lap, feeling my hand on his ass, and smacking as hard as I can until he squeals and moans and starts to squirm.

I love sitting down on the couch, legs together tightly, glaring at him angrily, and pointing down at my knee, waiting for him to obey. Other times I squeeze his face in my hand tightly, snarl at him, telling him what a spoiled little brat he is and how he knows what’s coming to him, and sit down quickly, shoving him over my knee while ordering, “Over my knee NOW”.

My boyfriend also knows how to bend over for the paddle or the cane. He’s also had to bring me a belt on a number of occasions. Most of the time, he is made to bring me the proper implement and to bend over, lower his pants and underwear, spread his, legs and grab his ankles. He must wait in this position while I lecture him, slapping the paddle or cane on my hand or snapping the belt as I do to remind him of what’s coming. Other times, when he has been especially impertinent, he must strip naked, bring me my chosen tool on his hands and knees, in his mouth, and remain on his hands and knees while his tight ass is punished. But spankings are often very spontaneous, and there are no set rules to our play. Sometimes I come up with fun new ideas, like making him wear my clothes for punishment.

So I’ve decided to write a series of articles for this blog about spankings my boyfriends have received over the years. I want to start with a humiliating public spanking my present boyfriend received a few months ago.

We were in our living room, sitting with two other couple who were over, both of whom we had known for about a year, having met through a mutual interest in BDSM. He and I were sitting next to each other on the couch; I was barefoot, wearing a cute green plaid skirt and a white t-shirt; he was wearing oversized bluejeans, cuffed at the ankles, and a black hoodie. He was also barefoot. He wears big black boots with heavy socks out, but goes barefoot around the house, like I always do.

The subject of conversation had somehow gotten on spanking (as it seems to more often that I might expect), and he mentioned always needed to be spanked. His arm was over my shoulder and he was sitting crosslegged next to me on the couch. I laughed and said that he’s had to spend quite a bit of time over my knee and in the corner afterwards; everyone laughed. Then my boyfriend mentioned that he was “owed” a spanking, and looked at my face, rubbing my back where nobody else could see.

In one swift motion, I had my hand behind his back and him bent across my lap. His position on the couch had made it very easy. I gave him two quick swats with my open hand across his butt in jeans, loudly saying how he did have it coming to him. I reached under him and found his belt already undone, quickly slid my hand around to the middle of his back and yanked his loose jeans and boxers down with one move. I began slapping hard on his bare ass with my open palm as the others watched, loudly telling him what a long time he’d had this coming for, what an impertinent little brat he was, and about how much more he had coming to him. I slapped his tight ass at least sixty or seventy times, until well after he had begun to wince and moan, before I finally asked him if he was ready to obey and allowed him to stand up. I then ordered him to stand in the corner until after our guests had left, and went on to spend a very pleasant evening with them.

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