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[beautiful-when-she-s-angry-too]

I Didn't Find That Funny 51

[oldperedur]

One of the reasons my wife decided to buy a cane was that a friend of hers, who also disciplines her husband had told her how much quieter she found it, to cane him than to punish him with the straps and plimsolls she had used before. This was important to them, as they had lodgers who weren’t supposed to know about how she dealt with him.

Up to that point, my wife had deferred any punishments I was due until such time as our children were out of the house, because, like her friend, she didn’t want to be overheard, punishing me with the heavy tawse she favoured for that purpose. Putting me over her knees and spanking me by hand would have been even noisier, of course.

So, I was sent to buy a cane, or rather a small selection of canes, from a supplier in the nearest city.

“Are they to be used on you, or someone else?” The salesgirl asked, sweetly.

The deep blush that spread over my face in an instant gave her the answer she was looking for.

Since then, I have been caned on many occasions while our children slept innocently upstairs. To the best of my knowledge, they have never been disturbed by my punishments, however badly behaved I have behaved beforehand.

Long may this continue.

[bigsouthoftheborder]

My wife did send me to a marriage counselor because I wasn't respecting and obeying women properly.

[oldperedur]

The counsellor demonstrated for the benefit of my wife, how to administer corporal punishment to a recalcitrant husband or boyfriend, using a variety of implements. After which, she had some words of advice:

“An advantage in there being two of us to administer punishment, apart from the obvious one, that neither if us is likely to get tired while dealing energetically with him, is that this kind of teamwork helps to inculcate a healthy sense of respect for all women; something you need to demand from him. It would be extremely useful for you to recruit a trusted friend or relative to take on that role alongside you.

“And if course, it’s best to have him naked for the entire duration of his punishment. That way, you’re emphasising your own superiority over him and his junior status in relation to you.

“When you have finished spanking him, some time facing the wall is in order, preferably with his hands on his head, while he reflects on his behaviour. He’ll be desperate to rub the soreness away, of course, but you’ll have forbidden that. This is as vital a part of his punishment as the beating itself and it’s important not to rush it. This is how you get him to show remorse for his behaviour and to plead for your forgiveness.

[mystepmomspanksme]

What She Likes

Oh, yes, I'm going to spank you and I'm going to enjoy spanking you.

I may be annoyed for a moment but it won't be an 'angry' spanking.

In fact, anticipating it actually has a calming effect on me

SO lovely to think of how composed and relaxed I'll be while I'm preparing to spank you.

While you will be not-so-calm. Anxious, in fact, lips pressed together, fidgeting.

I'll enjoy the look on your face as I tell you to pull your pants down

As I smack the hairbrush into my palm

And you try to think of anything to change my mind.

Your embarrassment at being exposed in front of me, waiting, desperate to be allowed to bend over my lap as my eyes continue to inspect you.

Then your bottom, pale and high. It's been too long. Your actions have proven that.

A tangle of legs reminding you that you won't be getting away

And then your arm, pressed to your back, since that time you tried to block me.

I like the sound of my hand as it smacks your bare bottom. I like the sting. I try to see how much I can make my hand sting

While you wait for the hairbrush. Knowing. Or, almost knowing.

And then, it hurting. I like your surprise, your shock. Every time.

Just couldn't remember how bad it is, could you?

I like to watch your bare bottom turn from pink to red.

I like the spots where you hate to be spanked.

I like finding them. I like creating them. I like focusing on them.

I like watching you go from acceptance, to pain, to panic and beyond.

I like when you struggle against my legs as they pin yours.

I like when your apologies turn to promises, then your pleading to begging to hopelessness.

"Shush," I'll tell you. I'll like that.

I like trying to catch that first tear. I like that you'll try to hide it. I'll like it when you can't.

I like it when you beg me to stop and I start to spank you just a little harder.

Time after time.

And when the tears seem to burst from your eyes and you stop making sense.

I like how your legs try to kick and your one free hand stops holding my leg, or that of my chair, makes a fist to pound the floor.

I like stopping and holding you as you continue to jump and squirm as if I've continued

and then waiting until I know I can move you to the corner

still holding your wrists behind your back until I can set them atop your head.

I like returning to my seat, still calm and relaxed, to watch you shift from foot to foot, wanting desperately to rub those gorgeous, glorious, glowing glutes.

I love deciding if I'm done as you continue to cry at the possibility that I'm not

and I like choosing what I'll use next.

I like the way you jump when at last I speak your name

and watching your trek as I summon you back to me.

When I'm finished at last,

I like your kneeling and your nakedness and, once again, your embarrassment

your head on my lap.

I'll like drawing your rote replies into long, drawn out, detailed apologies.

I like opening my legs and your desperation to please me.

I like, at first, to imagine that you fail

making me begin again

and I like when you don't.

[mystepmomspanksme]

Confession: Humiliated by his Mom’s Friend

whatmakesaspanko

I’m a thirty year old guy who has a fantasy about getting spanked by an older woman. It all stems from what happened to me when I was twenty two.

I was still living at home, and my mother’s old college friend was staying with us for a couple of weeks over the summer. She was around forty five and really attractive. One day I was in the bathroom, jerking off with my then girlfriend’s panties in my hand, something I did once in a while. I’d thought I’d locked the door, but obviously I hadn’t, for in walked Elizabeth.

I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say. Elizabeth just stared at the bikini bottoms. “Whose are those?” she asked.

I blurted out, “Get out of here, now!”

“Don’t you talk to me that way, Archie,” she warned, pointing a finger at me. “Now, I’ll ask you again. Whose panties are those? Tell me now!”

I finally told her and she shook her head in disgust, telling me I should be ashamed. Then she walked out. I went out into the kitchen where Elizabeth was and nearly begged her not to tell anyone. She listened to me a minute and then said that if I consented to a spanking, she would not reveal my dirty little secret.

The very idea made me blush. A spanking? At twenty two? I couldn’t remember ever getting a spanking. I argued with her, but she said that I must be dealt with somehow. Realizing that she was dead serious, I decided to accept the spanking.

Elizabeth took me by the shirt and led me into the guest room, where she was staying. She sat down on the bed and ordered me to take down my pants. I remember that my heart began pounding like crazy. I was in for a very humiliating experience and I knew it. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuckled my jeans and got out of them.

“Come on,” Elizabeth snapped. “Your underpants too. Then lie over my knees.”

I felt what little pride I had left drain from my body. “Please, let me keep my underpants,” I whined, climbing meekly, submissively across her knees. Her answer was simply to pull my briefs down over my bare buttocks. There I was, in the most humiliating position a man my age could find himself in. A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I wondered what my girlfriend would have thought if she had seen me. I could just picture her laughing and teasing me for days.

Elizabeth lectured me a minute and then raised her hand high over her head and brought it down hard on the center of my poor bare bottom. I yelped. She then proceeded to spank my bottom hard and fast, smack, smack, smack, smack, for what seemed like forever. Her hands felt as if they were made of stone.

By the time she was finished, I was crying and pleading with her to stop. My poor ass was very sore, but even more sore was my ego. To make things worse, Elizabeth then dragged me across the room and into the bathroom, where she ordered me to look at my spanked ass in the mirror. I did, and it was very red, as was my face.

Elizabeth then told me to go to my room. I walked with my head hanging in shame and rubbed my red bottom with my hands. As I got to the door, I took one last look at Elizabeth and. saw that she had a smug, self satisfied smile on her face, which only made worse my humiliation.

I got on my bed and rubbed my rear for quite a while as I nursed a huge hard on brought about by the spanking. This amazed me, for I had never thought of a bare bottom spanking as anything other than painful. As I continued stroking my cock with one hand while rubbing my ass with the other, I realized that it was the humiliation of being draped across Elizabeth’s knees that I found so compelling. I was picturing myself in just that position, jeans and briefs pulled down to expose my vulnerable ass and Elizabeth whacking away mercilessly, when semen started gushing from my hot cock to splatter all over my belly.

I hope that someday I will meet a woman I can talk to about my desire to be spanked. She’ll be an older woman, strong willed, sophisticated and eager to help me relive my exciting spanking experience with Elizabeth.

[msrosatiworld]

[ck-spanky]

Stinging, burning, naughty shaming: and each slap hurts more, and you cry like a little girl.

[solitaryshapeshiftersea]

Dating she was not expected to be coming over, had appointments. Absorb in stroking myself, just out of the shower, sitting on the toilet naked. I heard What are you doing. I looked up it was my gf. Finish and come to the front room, don't bother dressing. Slowing walking into the front room naked, my penis limp, she was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Naughty little boys play with themselves she said sternly, get over my lap NOW. I did as told and said I was sorry, would not do it again as the hairbrush landing hard on my bare bottom. Please no more, I used the word DEAR, oh it is not dear, your a naughty little boy, you will call me MOMMY and when we are married you will be spanked when your a naughty little boy and you best call me Mommy.

Yes Mommy, sorry Mommy.

We had a great honeymoon, when we got home, a few days later she said it is time to see if you learned anything from being over Mommy's lap. I was told to undress, get to the frontroom, On the floor was a towel and she told me to not miss the towel. I started stroking my penis and she scolding me like a little boy. Faster young man and doing as told I did and when I cummed, she said good little boy now to the bathroom. She washed my penis off and the washed my hands and with a very hard spank to my bare bottom back to the front room and over her lap. The spanking was long, scolding me at the the same time and then I had to face the corner. Mommy will tell you when you can leave, understand, Yes Mommy. Jack

[quietcontrol]

I squeeze your ass roughly, as a reminder that I can toy with you any where, any time.

You can't stop yourself from leaning into it, and I whisper in your ear that your shamelessness is going to get you in trouble.

I can hear your breath hitch, and I know you are thinking about how it feels to be across my lap, apologizing over and over for being such a bad boy.

I tease you relentlessly all evening, calmly noting each time you fail to maintain your dignity. I watch as your embarrassment slowly starts to turn to worry, as you start adding up all your failures.

The consequences are always consistent, and I take pleasure on watching you realize what is going to happen to you tonight, the sounds you will make, the tears you will cry.

I grin with anticipation of taking you to new places of despair and longing.

[miss-strict]

[quietcontrol]

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been good or bad.

What matters is that I want to.

[wanderer-72-deactivated20260329]

[kalopyrgos]

Shy touches

[quietcontrol]

He wasn’t prepared for how desperate he felt.

Not desperate for escape- desperate for more punishment.

[wastedyouth1983]

When you’re hers she instills in you the lessons you need to be the man she desires

[musclecarphotography]

We crave your discipline and training. We want to please and obey you. We truly want to please you and make you happy.

[princessselya]

[nomercyqueen]

Of course

[nomercyqueen]

I really have no patience for you today.

[nomercyqueen]

Your phone bill was too expensive and you even dared to argue with me. This is just part one of your punishment. Another 100 strokes each week for the next three weeks. Maybe you will remember..

[yogidiavolo-deactivated20150721]

[mastbanda]

Yesss

[boysmakegreatpets]

Agreed!

[nomercyqueen]

Of course

[nomercyqueen]

Quite satisfied.. but next week will be much harder

[breakingcuties-deactivated20250]

[musclecarphotography]

canes were not popular when I was growing up. It was usually the hair brush, a paddle, the belt or a switch. Usually mommy put you over her knee for the hair brush. Dad was the one who whipped you with the belt. A couple of times a year though mommy would cut a switch and take you to the shed in the back yard. It wasn't a wood shed. It was just an old aluminum shed. After the lecture you would have to take your pants down and bend over one of the saw horses. Then she would switch your bare bottom until she thought you had learned your lesson. Once the crying stopped and she gave you permission to stand up it was all hugs and kisses as you thanked her for spanking you and promised to be her good boy again. For some reason the last few days I have been thinking about being switched again.

[musclecarphotography]

Have you ever been switched? As a kid I would hear my Grandma talking about it. I think she liked switching my dad and his siblings.

One time when I was around 7 I was playing with a friend and we lit a campfire on one of my dads lots. He was a General Contractor and built houses. The lot hadn't been cleared yet so we had no problem gathering some starter wood. The fire took off pretty good and went higher than we expected. It was time to do something before we burned the lot down. Fortunately the lot next to us already had a house on it. I knew the people who lived there and they were more than willing to come over with their garden hose and put the fire out. To be honest it never got that big. The sad news is they called my dad.

He came over and got me. Of course he wasn't happy. Like I said the lot wasn't cleared yet. There were actually two lots side by side. My dad started lecturing me and decided to cut a switch and whip me right there. He didn't do a good job. The switch he picked wasn't whispy enough and it didn't hurt. That just made him more upset. He threw the switch in the ditch and we walked home.

Now don't think that was it and I got off. When we got home off came his belt and I got a good whipping.

That was my one and only switching.

So have you ever been switched?

[nomercyqueen]

Yes, I am very strict

[nomercyqueen]

Kneel and get ready to be punished

[the-licentious-matriarch]

Femdom and the Alpha in the Man.

I have news for you. You’ve been lied to. Femdom is not what all the hateful jaded women and self-loathing sissies out there try to make it out to be.

Female Domination, at least to me, is about a culture of Strong and Wise Women taking the lead and asserting their power in personal relationships and in society.

It is about women taking charge of their men in and out of the bedroom to get what they want and to train men to submit to female guidance at large. It is about teaching and leading a man to be a better person. It is about focusing his mind on giving rather than receiving. And it is about making him into a stronger man. There is absolutely no contradiction in a hyper-masculine Alpha Male completely submitting to a DOMINANT WOMAN.

It is NOT about humiliating and belittling men, treating them as worthless and acting as if they are inferior creatures made to lick the dirt off womens’ feet. This is just online idiocy. Perhaps you are simply a beta-type guy, but if you think this means wearing diapers or emasculating yourself every second of the day or begging a woman to treat you like shit, you need to wake up and get some help. Sure, everyone has their odd fetishes, but in real life, any woman who wants to be with a man just to treat him like scum is simply angry, pathetic, mental and low-rent. It is in no way a healthy form of kinky masochism. It is just sad. And always a fleeting waste of time and life. A submissive male should seek out a Dominant Female in order to make himself better, not worse.

Femdom is about a Woman asserting her power over a man because she wants to be in control. She believes she was born to be in charge and she believes she has earned the right to be in charge. She believes her guidance is superior because she knows intuitively that her inner strength and her inner wisdom is superior to that of a man’s. Sexually, it is about the eroticizing of power and the transformation of personal identity. She fucks. He gets fucked. Even if this means her wanting him to fuck her rough and hard, she is ultimately deciding how things go.

For me personally, a relentless degree of strictness is paramount to how I dominate. It is paramount in what I expect from my man and my boys. Stern rules and sound spankings are how I make my Femdom a factual reality. I believe in female authority as the core of my family and share that belief with every woman in my personal sphere not because I want a world of weaker men but because I want a world of stronger men who are ultimately guided by the wisdom and strength of even stronger Women, day-in-and-day-out, in this generation and in all succeeding generations.

[nomercyqueen]

Well said, sister ☺️

[nomercyqueen]

LOCKED & PUNISHED