Asking for a Spanking

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I wish to ask a close friend to spank me. To my knowledge, he doesn't know I'm into this sort of thing, and though he's the most open-minded person I think I've ever met, I'm afraid of rejection and possibly losing him as a friend (though there's almost no chance of the second one happening, anxiety insists it's a guaranteed thing). If he is honest with you, and is totally against spanking in any shape or form, then you will have your answer, and you will have lost nothing, and still have him as a friend.

Mummy was a perfect product of the 1950’s. A dutiful housewife who had kept an excellent house since the day she married. Sadly her husband was no longer around, but stoically, with a stiff upper lip and a gallon of fortitude, she had carried on running the house, her home, with pride. From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. I guess I could do the “brat” thing, which I’ve never done before, just to make the spanking seem “legit,” but that seems disingenuous. Hummmm . . . but by being disingenuous, I will have Transgressed, thus, another spanking! Maybe there is something to that approach!I told her I wanted to know what it felt like and that I felt like a naughty boy just asking her to spank me. Murmurs and a few stifled giggles ran around the room. Every girl knew what that meant. So too did the teachers. As we crossed her yard to the sidewalk, my curiosity got the better of me. Worriedly fiddling with the end of my shirt, I stared at the ground as I walked, and spoke quietly. "Um..." At my hesitation, she raised an eyebrow and looked down at the belt, before shrugging and placing the item of my discomfort on a nearby counter. "Come on, kid. Time to take you home for the day." She waved me over, making her way toward the front door. I nervously stood and walked over behind her, exiting the house before she closed the door.

Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”I got to the point where I was ready to find a spanker, but wasn't sure how to go about it. I had never been spanked outside of a loving relationship. I decided to approach my friend. I had 3 goals for this. 1...I needed to talk to someone about who I was deep inside and what I was missing. 2...I needed some advice on where to look for a safe spanking. 3...I was hoping my friend would spank me until I could find someone else. I was scared to death. We had so many conversations over the years about men hurting women. He was so against it and felt that speaking harshly to or laying a hand on a women in anyway was horrible. Then my mother raised her right hand holding the wooden hairbrush and began spanking my bare bottom good and hard. Alterning from left to right cheek I got the spanking I had asked for and I stung bad. When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus.

It didn’t take him long to do that math. He knows that if I wait to spank him until AFTER this strap arrives, then that strap is going to part of his woodshed whuppin’! That strap isn’t even here yet and it is already causing him to worry. I love it! The times I opted to be spanked was when the grounding would have meant me missing playing in a football match for my team. At the time this meant more to me than anything so I felt that I had to take the spanking however bad it was rather than miss the match and let my team mates down. I can't imagine a 16 year old asking to be spanked, espeically bare bottom. I was spanked on occasion by my parents-always on my bare bottom-but I never asked to be! Spanking in my house was largely a thing of the past by the time I was 10, which, as it turns out, was a very good thing... Then I stayed with them over the summer. The "F" bomb I dropped got me my first one from her. Standing at the foot of the bed, hands on the bed, pants and undies around my knees. She wore me out and the whole time I couldn't believe it was happening. I sobbed. It was routine to her and she didn't think second thing about it. It got to the point that when I got into trouble (and I got into trouble a lot because I was a hot-heated kid with a smart mouth), the "go-to" punishment was spanking. Oddly, I got used to it that whenever she would tell me what was getting ready to happen, I'd take down my pants and underwear and lean over the bed without being told to or having her do it. 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.

I sort of asked for one and got it.

The door handle slipped in her sweaty palm, the door made a noise far too loud. Mummy sounded so joyous as she shouted, “Hello dear, had a good day? Come and give Mummy a hug, I need one today.” Well that’s a decision. Tomorrow night, for the second time this month, I’ll have a slipper applied to my bottom. But because it’s my boyfriend doing it, I’ll enjoy it?