Conversations With our Spanking Elders & Betters
Conversations With our Spanking Elders & Betters
Though my friend eddie Knapps left this world a while ago, (Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to get maudlin here. He’d hate that.) his legacy lives on. eddie was the first adult boy I ever met. It was the 1990s and he was a bit of a star before there were stars in the Spanking world.
He comes from a time when there was not real internet until about 1993, and then thanks to something like Compuserve or some such, we met up "online." Finally he came to D.C. and we began setting up Spanking dates for us to be Spanked as brothers or best friends by Daddys I knew or he knew.
In this blogpost, eddie tells the story of what it is to be an adult boy and how we're different from other boys.
Unfortunately I don't have any face shots of eddie, unsurprisingly.
But we got Spankings together and he was a real hero for me.
I was rummaging around in my old print-outs from the 1990s and saw a lengthy, insight-filled correspondence he sent on Monday, January 19, 1998. Looks like he was snowed in somewhere in the Midwest and had time to type out his thoughts on a conversation we’d been having about a new Daddy he’d been seeing in Ohio.
"A boy getting a Spanking can wiggle and kick, but
do virtually nothing to interrupt or intervene in his punishment."
I’m including this correspondence because eddie’s email provides some excellent insights on issues we all care about here at Cornertime Confidential:
Crying (How sometimes crying doesn’t happen. How it can be triggered from a genuine space.),
Men Who Spank, (Our authority figure triggers)
badboys, big teens, and frat boys, ("bottoms," "butts," and "asses"),
Cornertime and how Daddys can implement it well
The Hairbrush and The bath bat or bath brush, and
The Challenge of Authenticity: How Spankings can be too real for some people; why so many feel that formalized S&M is grown up, and Daddy/boy Spankings are not.
The Daddy I’ve been communicating with is stern, but not some kinda sadist, so don’t worry about that. And well, I’m not a masochist in the strictest sense of the term. I’m just a badboy. I get a good talkin’ to, Cornertime, and down time to recover from the racing heartbeat, pulse, etc.
Though obviously Spanking(s) is/are the central element of M/b (Man/boy) Discipline, they are not the only element.
Revocation of pants privileges
Display and humiliation of the exposed rumpus, etc.
These are all part of a Daddys arsenal when punishing his boy, and reminding brats like you and me that we are, indeed, nothing but overgrown brats.
The Spankings are separated and well-paced so as to allow the boy to feel the dread of knowing another is in store for later, though he won’t know exactly when. Too, “constant” Spanking tends to soon result in “leather rump,” where the skin of the boy’s fanny seems to thicken and his behind goes almost numb, which defeats the purpose of The Spanking, which is, after all, to create burning discomfort in that misbehaving bottom!
"...most of my Daddys spank firmly and
briskly with The Hairbrush,"
Generally, I’d say most of my Daddys Spank firmly and briskly with The Hairbrush, ‘til my bottom is thrashing around on their laps, my legs are kickin’ plenty, and I’m pleading and sniffling. If I start to really bawl, Spanking continues ‘til I am crying constantly and forcefully, for being a “crybaby” or being given “something to cry about” is a true sign of just what a boy I am.
When Daddy’s satisfied I have learned (or at least am learning) my lesson, I get sent to stand or kneel in The Corner to “think about it” and display my red bottom to him and whoever else is present. After 10 minutes or so, I’m either allowed to leave The Corner (though usually not allowed to cover my fanny),face further embarrassing Punishment (rectal temp checks, enemas, butt plugging, writing lines, chores, and other things), or taken by the ear, marched back to the “Place of Punishment”—usually The Spanking Chair—pulled over Daddy’s knee and Spanked some more.
I have known true badboys who favor the leather strop or The Belt as the best way to correct them, and Daddys who swear they are the most effective instruments of Discipline. This sometimes has to do with how the boys (or the Men Who Spank) were punished growing up, especially as teenagers.
"The bent-over boy [standing on his own two feet] is expected to maintain enough self-control to remain in that position ‘til his Punishment is over; the boy held over a Man’s knee has no self-control."
At the same time, I guess, there are “badboys” and there are “badboys!” Boys who get The Hairbrush are usually boys who get their pants pulled down, get turned over Daddy’s lap, get Spanked until they kick and cry. boys who get the strap (or larger paddles, for that matter) are often allowed to “let” their own pants down, bend over, or go over the bed or the arm of a chair, etc., and get whipped ‘til they hollar.
"Both hurt a great deal, but the boy who gets a whipping
gets to hold to just a little bit of his “manly” dignity..."
I guess what I’m saying is there is something a little more “grow-up” about The Belt and a whipping (or the paddle and paddling) than about The Hairbrush and a Spanking. Both hurt a great deal, but the boy who gets a whippin' gets to hold to just a little bit of his “manly” dignity (exposing his own rear vs. having it exposed, for example), while the boy who gets Spanked does not.
The bent-over boy [standing on his own two feet] is expected to maintain enough self-control to remain in that position ‘til his Punishment is over; the boy held over a Man’s knee has no self-control. In that very awkward and extremely juvenile position, he is pretty much helpless. The Man Who Spanks is in total control. A boy getting whipped can jump up, grab his stinging fanny, etc., and high-tail it out of there. A boy getting a Spanking can wiggle and kick, but do virtually nothing to interrupt or intervene in his punishment.
Certainly, I’ve known boys who take very severe lickings who nonetheless rarely if ever go over the knee. I’d divide boys like us, I guess into three general categories:
“Frat boys” have “asses.”
We're boys, we have “bottoms.”
Frat boys—guys into more ritualized paddlings
“big teens”—boys who get paddled or whipped, but rarely or never Spanked, and
“badboys” or “brats”—who almost always get Spanked over the knee.
You could argue that “Frat boys” have “asses,” “big teens” have “butts, and we have “bottoms.”
Interestingly, I know guys who are into S&M and they will do literally anything, kiss boots, get tied up, slapped, punched, take hot wax, ball-stretching, titclamps, really big dildos, whipped all over—all of this in public even—and yet they would never get an over-the-knee Spanking to tears. The reason at least some have told me is that it would be too childish or too embarrassing!
"I once got really blistered with a paddle and
The Hairbrush by two Men Who Spank."
As an example, I once got really blistered with a paddle and The Hairbrush by two Men Who Spank at a “leather weekend.” All manner of S&M activities were taking place in the dungeon as I got my pants pulled down and thrown across the lap of one of these Men Who Spank. The spent about 30 minutes Disciplining me, and I was in tears for a good 2/3rds of it. There was one guy who had been watching the activities, mostly a “Top,” who disappeared almost as soon as my Spanking started. I found out later that he had gone upstairs away from the action, because, he told one of the Men Who Spanked me, that watching me squirming over his knee had been “too real.”
That may be the key thing, jake. Spanking really happens in real life, every day, in the lives of naughty boys who have no choice in the matter. There’s always some element of “consent” in S&M, or the use of bondage which means, “I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t get away and this is what happened to me.”
When somebody sees boys like us Spanked, they may find it very funny (which it is for others, we have to admit, though certainly not for us). But it also reminds a great many guys of their own experiences with real pain, powerlessness, and humiliation.
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The Hairbrush is the Spanking Tool that has the greatest effect on me. It stings so bad.
"The Hairbrush is what separates those of us boys from the play-actors."
And of course, it was my own Dad’s instrument of choice starting when I was about 13. The Hairbrush is what separates those of us boys from the play-actors. The Hairbrush is what turns men into boys easily as much as getting your white Jockey Shorts yanked down and having your boy bottom exposed in front of others. As an adult boy, I feel that The Hairbrush is something Men Who Spank should probably always have at the ready—a completely innocuous element in any household, and yet, of course, a devastating Punishment tool.
On a different note, you know that well-worn tale about Spankings on long car trips, well, I also know about the “Attitude Adjuster” paddles from souvenir shops that Dads paddle with, as well.
It likely said something like “board of education”
or “Attitude Adjuster”
But you mentioned that your Dad had a paddle with something written on it and a picture of a boy with his pants down rubbing a rosy rumpus. You couldn’t remember what was written on it. I suspect it was made of cedar (many of such paddles at tourist shops are to double as moth repellents in the closet!).
It likely said something like “board of education” or “Attitude Adjuster” like the one my Dad had. I have seen one that has an illustration of a fawn with a bear cub following it with the words, “For the sweet little deer with the bear behind.” I most recently had one of those used on me in Ohio this summer. Ouch! They still work on adult boys when applied correctly!
[At this point in our emails, Eddie referred to something I’d written about Daddy Don. “For the most part,” I wrote, “Daddy Don likes to make his boys get The Hairbrush, carry it into the bedroom, and hand it to him. But sometimes he makes me get the Bathbrush. It’s a hard wooden back scrubber which he has a particular fondness for and my heinie absolutely does not like. In fact, I really don’t like it. It’s his way, I think, of keeping me in line on his terms.”]
"Bath and shower brushes are particularly lethal because
the handles are so long and really give Daddy leverage."
Sounds like a fine, traditional ritual, guaranteed to increase a boy’s nervousness, jake. The Bath Bat I’m familiar with. Bath and shower brushes are particularly lethal because the handles are so long and really give Daddy leverage. Too, using the tool that the boy most dreads is, indeed, a way of making it clear who is in charge and that this is not a game. I know boys who use a kind of “Bre’r Rabbit”-styled, “Please don’t throw me in the briar patch” approach to get Spanked with the instrument that they actually prefer (“Oh, Daddy, please don’t use that little paddle!”) Of course, if that gets found out…watch out…
I really appreciate the hug afterwards, something that came as a boy only after I’d been sent to my room and been alone for a while. An interesting thing that sometimes happens to me is that, after a real blistering and some Cornertime, when the Man Who Spanks comes over and pulls me to him and rubs my sore fanny a little and says, “Okay, boy…” even if I have not cried the whole time getting Spanked, I start to sob.
One memorable occasion was when Daddy Mike who used to do a lot of Spanking videos, Spanked me in front of three other boys in San Diego. The Punishment went on and on, and tho’ I squirmed, kicked, hollered, begged, I didn’t break down or cried. Then he came to me in The Corner, held me, and I just went to pieces in front of everybody.
"I really appreciate the hug afterwards...I just went
To pieces in front of everybody."
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