Spanking and rough handling

[goodcheeks]

Trans inclusive, 18+

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[schoolhous]

He could tell that the long period since my last spanking had made me eager for the strange satisfaction that a spanking always gives me.

He spanked my still covered backside in a steady rhythm on the tops of my bum and side to side and the sounds of his open palm spanking my needy ass could be heard throughout the house.

[howdel]

[goodcheeks]

He loved to spank me and he had taught me to accept it without question as a sign of my submission. But what he loved the most was punishing me when I had given him a reason. He always made me bring the most painful implements and he hit me until I squealed. And I had to take it, my guilt compelled me to sit there and be thankful for the opportunity to be forgiven. The extension cord hurt so much, I could feel it cut welts into my ass cheeks. I was screaming high pitched cries and chocking on tears. My whole body shaking in pain after every stroke. When he was done I had suffered all my guilt away and he wiped my tears and held me tight until I could speak again. I knew he enjoyed it as much as I hated it. I never made that mistake again.

[his-sinful-surrender-deactivate]

PSA to all the young or the inexperienced subs. 📣

A true Dom doesn’t need to hit you, threaten you, or break you to make you submit. He doesn’t confuse control with cruelty or dominance with degradation. The ones who brag about being “Doms” on Tumblr—those sad little boys posting bruises like trophies—aren’t Dominants. They’re abusers cosplaying as men.

A real Dom doesn’t need to prove his power through pain. He commands with a look, a tone, a presence that makes your pulse race because you want to obey, not because you’re scared not to. He earns submission through trust, not terror.

If he has to raise his hand to feel in control, he’s already lost it. If he hides behind the word “kink” to justify violence, he’s not a Dom—he’s a predator with a Wi-Fi connection and issues. And the only thing he deserves to dominate is a block button.

[schoolhous]

He prefers spanking me on my briefs before sliding them down to my ankles

[goodcheeks]

He taught me love didn’t mean permissiveness. Love meant paying attention and putting in effort. He looked closely at my life and taught me I had a choice. I didn’t have to live like that, lost, erratic, undisciplined. I could choose to do better and become accountable for my actions. And I knew he was right. Every time he spanked me I had a choice, leave or stay and take it. And although I was always so afraid of the pain, I let him mould me. He was strict, with a heavy hand that stung and brought me fast to tears, and the hand was only the beginning. He enjoyed punishing me because it was a chance to step in and correct the mistakes I was so quick to make out of habit. He was proud of me when I started confessing them willingly and enabling my own punishment. If he promised me a punishment when he got home I laid out the instruments so could have his pick. I was handing him the paddle, the cane, or the belt, through regretful tears. He enjoyed watching me squirm, hearing me plead for mercy, because it meant he was getting to me. I wanted to be guided by him but I also desperately wanted the punishments to end, the pain to stop. Once he started punishing me there was nothing more I wanted than to run and hide. But by then it was too late, the harder he hit the more authority he had and I couldn’t defy it. I was stuck crying, promising to do better, beginning for mercy. “Pleaaasseeee, no mooooreee!” I begged through bitter tears. “You need this, baby boy. I want it to be all you can think about next time you are tempted to do it again.” The punishment seemed to last for hours, time stretches when you’re in pain and each second unbearable. They lasted mere minutes but enough to leave me so tender I could barely pull up my underwear, too tender to sit. He held me as I cried and I was grateful it was over but most of all I was grateful he cared enough to give me what I needed.

[borntobegagged]

The punishment is far from over and the pillow is not being as effective in keeping the boy quiet. I think someone will be gagged soon 👿

[goodcheeks]

It was one of my first belt spankings. I hadn’t learned to stay still through the entire punishment, the pain was so intense I could barely lie on the bed. I was squirming, not knowing what to do with my hands after each hit. I was trying so hard not to reach back and touch my burning cheeks. But my boyfriend was so patient and caring. He paused the punishment to caress me and reassure me. He told me I was being very brave and learning a lot and he was proud of me. Punishments need to be painful to work and he wasn’t finished with me. But I could have a pillow, something to hold onto so I’m not tempted to reach back and block the hard leather licks. I took the pillow and held onto it like it could save me from drowning. But it did nothing to lessen the pain of my remaining punishment. My legs were shaking and I was screaming and pleading into the pillow. He was satisfied to see me suffer for my actions. It hurt to sit down for over a week. Every evening I had to tell him how many times I sat down and how it made me feel. Then he undressed me and looked at my welted bottom with satisfaction and made me sit down as he watched me wince in pain. It was a heavy price but I never forgot my lesson.

[depravedslave]

[masterstoytouse]

This alpha is going to teach a lesson on how to take your punishment, doesn’t matter if you didn’t do anything you’ll get it anyway

[goodcheeks]

My boyfriend was very patient with me. He was teaching me to take my punishment and stay still. All I had to do was accept that he loves me and he wants what is best for me. He will punish me harshly sometimes but it will always be fair. Sometimes I will make mistakes and deserve my punishment. Sometimes he will simply decide to punish me for himself. A good boy will always be grateful for a man who enjoys keeping him in check. Yes, sometimes a punishment is for his pleasure. But it is never without reason nor unfair. It is fair for him holding the belt to enjoy swinging it and my ass should be ready for it. He punished me quite often in the early stages just to teach me to stay still and be grateful for getting my ass whipped.

[your-internet-bf]

It had taken more than a couple shots of liquid courage before I was able to kiss you. I'd been thinking about it for a long, long time, you know. Your waist felt unfamiliar in my hands as I pulled you closer, but familiarity grew by the second as you first stiffened, then softened into me. I felt you smile against my lips, then gasp, barely audible over the noise of the party, as I pulled you closer and my teeth found your neck, and you pressed your tits against my chest.

When I leaned my hips into yours, your gasp was a little louder. It was then that I knew I'd take you.

But not yet. I relinquished my grip on your neck, pushing you back into the sway, and the look in my eyes was as bold a promise as I dared to make with so many other people around. I kept stealing glances at you, your tummy, your legs, your ass peeking out from under that little skirt.

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The feeling of pushing you down onto my bed was unbelievable. It played out almost exactly the way I'd imagined it before. Your hair bright against my bedsheets, your eyes brighter. Kisses trailing down your tummy as you giggled, doll-like, arms already laid out over your head, waiting for me to pin you down. The taste of liquor and cigarettes on my tongue was unmissable.

But my own hands were still busy gripping into your waist, no longer unfamiliar. Groping you, pulling down that teasing, tantalizing skirt, reveling in the smoothness of your thighs. I leaned back, climbing off of you, and called you by name.

That look, the one only shared between people who are about to fuck each other stupid, was enhanced by surprise and delight as I dropped my pants to the floor, exposing every inch of my fat fucking cock.

"There we go," you purred, but I was already climbing back on top of you, kissing your hips, your tummy, feeling the fingers of one hand between your ribs, my teeth at your neck again as I grind myself into you, weighing you down, making you gasp as you feel the tip press into your tummy, feeling it throbbing against you. God, your whole body already felt so warm. Maybe you shouldn't have had that sixth shot.

Your voice was gentle and breathy as you raised your spread legs around my hips to pull me in, teasing me, moaning at every sharp nip and every crushing, pleasurable wave of pressure shuddering out from between your legs.

"What," you squeaked between kisses, "are you waiting for?" You felt me smile against your lips and shuffle back, pulling my hips back against your legs as you relaxed their grip around me, then finally, suddenly, with nothing more than spit and precum, one hand gripping your face, my blue eyes locked on yours, my cock was pressing against your hole, thick, heavy, spreading you, spreading you - you might have gasped - your hands gripped at my bedsheets, at my hair, and I was inside you, pushing, pushing, straining inside you, and you could feel the weight of me, how hard I was for you, pushing aside your walls to make room for myself, pushing thick, thick, throbbing inches inside you, grinding past your resistance.

My body rested heavily on you, my stomach pressed against yours, one hand gripping at your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your pretty little bitable neck to me while I thrust in and out, powerfully, surely, murmuring in your ear as we found our rhythm, your hips meeting mine, pleasure building, building, now, beneath the drunken heat.

Your lovely tits bounced every time I rammed myself inside, over and over again, so much bigger, stronger, and fiercer than you. My beard scratched at your face, rough hair against your smooth cheeks, as I stole breath from you with lasting kisses.

But I was getting close, now. I buried my lips in your collar, then my teeth into the flesh above your breast, and pounded you harder, deeper, throwing my full weight behind every stroke, straining against your biology to fit even one more millimeter of myself inside. Your hands gripped my hair, pulling me into you, as you begged, "please, please, please, oh my god," and then I was shuddering, thrusting, releasing inside you - my jaws clenching painfully with a growl - hot, sticky cum bursting against your insides, slick, and with each thrust, each explosion of my cum deep, deep inside you, more and more of it was pushed out of you, trailing down between your legs, but I wasn't stopping. This animal wasn't nearly fucking done with you.

I extricated my teeth from your chest, and you heard something like a whimper escape my lips as you realized I just couldn't stop myself. I'd wanted you for so long. Cumming inside you just once was never going to be enough for me. And, still fully fucking erect, I was going to keep abusing this tight little hole of yours until one of us broke.

"Look at me," I ordered, resting my weight inside you. You did, and I slapped you, sharply, the pain dull through the warm shield of alcohol. You giggled, wiggling your hips against me, and I slapped you again, harder. Just once wasn't enough for you either, was it?

Sweat dripped from my chest, mixing with your own, as my panting grew feverish. Your cum-slick hole felt so fucking good I couldn't even think. You pulled me down to bite my shoulder, and I growled, thrusting, pushing, bullying your insides, making you mine - if not forever, at least for tonight.

I came inside you for a second time, and then a third, and you felt that I was still hard inside you. Still. After three straight orgasms.

I pulled out, bringing a bottle of something strong and dark to your lips. It was going to be a long fucking night for the both of us.

[goodcheeks]

It was a labour of love. Teaching me to accept that I needed to be punished and then teaching me to sit through the punishments. The pain was scary. My heart started racing and my feet wanted to carry me far away. His voice talked me through the pain of my punishment. ‘’Does it hurt baby?’’ Yes! I would cry frightened. ‘’Good. Good boy. It’s meant to hurt to make an impression on you. Here’s another one.’’ He said it so calmly, before his belt made another impression across my cheeks, making my legs shake. He left me time to breathe and then he asked me if I’m ready for the next. He delivered them with such sharpness I could feel the pain ripple through my body. Five.. Eight… Ten… ‘’Good boy. I’m proud of you for staying in place.’’ I was trying my best not to put my hands back but I was by no means sitting still. Yet he commended me for being there, bent over, getting my ass red and welted. ‘’Another ten.’’ I look back at him with puppy eyes. ‘’I’m scared, sir. It really hurts.’’

He comes closer and his fingers comb through my hair. I can feel how much he cares for me. I’m overcome with guilt once again. ’’I’m sorry, sir. I’ll try to be brave for you” He resumes my punishment with the same vigor until he is done and my ass is too sore to sit. He hugs me, naked and sobbing, until I compose myself, and when the shock wears off I thank him for seeing me through this.

[schoolhous]

He tells me to fetch the belt and bring it to him before I am bent over presenting my bare bottom to him for a long satisfying spanking.

[goodcheeks]

He told me next time I would bring him the belt. So I did. With a look of total submission I came in the bedroom holding out my own belt. He asked me why I’m holding it so I reminded him what he said. Good, he said but it doesn’t answer the question. So I confessed my mistake to him, explaining why I earned what was coming. Ok, he said, still unsatisfied. The answer was because I needed it. I knew I needed it and I wanted it even if my feet were ready to run. I was craving discipline. I wanted to show how much of a good boy I could be. He warmed up my ass with his hand. Then he made me count to 10. It didn’t seem much but by the time he finished I couldn’t sit down. He hit hard, with conviction. Each strike made me squirm and holler. I struggled to get back in position and I look at him with pleading eyes full of tears. He waited for me to get ready for each new strike. I’m sure he savoured each moment between strikes when I was shaking, red in the face from the sting on my ass. After the last hit I spent a few minutes crying, face burried in the pillow. He massaged my ass cheeks gently and waited for me to calm down. In time I would learn to stay still.

[daddy469son2]

Naked spanking… 👋

[goodcheeks]

He was spanking me regularly now and the spankings were getting longer. I wasn’t crying so easily anymore but I was pretty close to tears this time when he said “You know, I think next time you’ll be ready for the belt. I’ll ask you for it and you’ll bring it to me. “

Why? I asked fearfully. “Because this way you are accepting your punishment. You’ll bring me the belt because you know you deserve it. It’s another beautiful act of submission, you taking part in your own punishment. But also because I want to see the fear in your eyes”

He then finished spanking me to tears with just his hand.

[spnkngstyle]

[goodcheeks]

Do you want to be a good boy? he asked. I haven’t done anything wrong but my heart started beating faster. “Being a good boy is easy when you’re innocent. The true test is when you’re guilty” he continued. “So far I’ve been telling you that you need a spanking. But it’s time for you to start asking to be spanked.”

But I didn’t do anything! I cried in protest

“No, but you will. And when you do, that’s your chance to be a good boy. Own up to your mistake and come forward to learn your lesson.” It seemed so strange to expect me to confess a mistake, knowing my ass would pay the price. Later that week I did make a mistake. And to my surprise I confessed. He told me he was proud of me before he started spanking me. He bared my ass and made sure to keep hitting until all my guilt was gone. When he hugged me afterwards I was pretty proud of myself too.

[parisiangayperv]

[amasterabove]

What he says. When he says.

[zanzi2040]

[goodcheeks]

It started slow. We were on one of our dates and I was complaining when he said: you know, I think you could really benefit from getting some discipline. Have you ever been spanked? I thought he was joking so I laughed but he looked at me very seriously. ‘A little spanking before bed would help you sleep better. I can help you with that when you come over.’ I had forgotten about it by the time we got to his place but his mind was made. He talked with authority and got me to undress and get over his knee. I didn’t know what to expect and I was confident I would handle it well. After a few slaps the pain got to me and I got scared. I started to wiggle in place as he reddened my ass. I was timidly protesting “ouch, ow, ow, please, ow” as fast as he was slapping me. When he was done all I wanted to do was hug him. He held me and he rubbed my warm ass. I slept so good that night and I kept going back for spankings.

[goodcheeks]

(via hairyman30, hairyman30)

[lord-spanker]

🎩✋🍑 She's been needing this all week.

[goodcheeks]

At the end of the week I sometimes act very nice, hoping my maintenance spanking will be easy to take. But my man spanks me the way he sees fit. If I’ve been nice for too long I need to remember the cost of being disobedient. My man makes sure I don’t forget.

[alphaleather]

IMG_2859 by Ursus26 Via Flickr:

[montereybeachguy]

That’s right boy, my belt is coming off and I am going to use it to turn your ass scarlet, purple and welted!! I’m going to whip your hole too!!

Now strip and get your bare ass over the chair back and don’t you dare get up till I tell you you can.

We are going to be here a while. I don’t care how much you yell and beg and cry. I’m not stopping until I decide that you’ve learned.

This is going to hurt you A LOT!! And I’m going to enjoy whipping your bare ass. LONG OVERDUE BOY!!!!!

[goodcheeks]

I am thankful for each lesson. I need to learn and my man loves me enough to teach me. I will cry but I will take it and thank him for it.