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Bethie has some very noticeable bruises on her pretty bottom this morning. I caught her in the spare room admiring them in the free-standing tilting floor mirror. Although she sat without unease on a wooden chair at the breakfast table.

It was like this. Due to various complexities in our schedules, and some visiting of various sorts, we haven’t had the together time and privacy for her to get a proper spanking in far too long. Couple of weeks, more or less. And with us so busy, there was more stress than usual. Nothing serious, really. She would get caught up in our activities and change the plans without mentioning the change to me. Or commit our schedule and just assume I was good with the change. I was not perfect either — I made her feel bad once or twice by asking vigorous questions that she thought were sharp or sarcastic or critical. We never had a fight — far from it — but it’s fair to say that once or twice she grew fractious, and perhaps I was grumpy on occasion. But the bottom line was, she was growing less mindful of me the longer she went without a spanking. And neither one of us liked it.

Of course once I figured out what was going on, I began promising her I’d remedy the situation at the first good opportunity. Indeed, I promised her a very sound spanking, and guaranteed her that she’d have a hard time forgetting to consult me for a few days after. The promise alone did a world of good. But last night, it was time to deliver.

I warmed her up with some friendly hand spanking during the commercial breaks in the TV show she was watching. Once that was over, I got out the necessary tools.

First I softened up her bottom a little bit with my favorite bath brush. Not full agonizing strokes, just little swats with my hand choked up on the handle. But a lot of them, and fairly fast.

That got her dancing around and complaining a fair bit. So I pulled out her favorite pine paddle, the one with the bunny fur on the back. Oddly enough, she said it stung too much. I was swinging it pretty hard, since it’s so broad and light that it can’t do any damage. By now her body was starting to respond, and it was clear that whatever her complaints, she was enjoying the spanking.

But enjoying it or not, she was protesting more than usual. Fair enough; I was spanking her more than usual, and harder, too.

And then, if you can believe her temerity, she said she had to go to the bathroom. Well, I had to allow that, but I promised her a ten-stroke penalty (can’t have that excuse invoked lightly). By the time she came back, I had found my riding crop, and gave her ten fast hard strokes in an unpredictable pattern.

I picked up the paddle again, but she was whimpering about it. I asked what implement she would prefer, and she reluctantly named the heavy strap I bought her in July. That was fine with me, and so I began to give her some hard, fast strokes with it. By now her bottom was really red. I used the strap for quite a while, and did not stint.

Although this was not a punishment spanking per se, I had promised Bethie the hardest longest spanking she’s ever gotten from me. And I did remind her during the spanking of some of her misbehavior, while inviting her to promise not to repeat it. So, when I picked up the bath brush again and began to give her some harder swats with it, I was not surprised to hear her snuffling and beginning to cry.

The crying was not unexpected, although it’s the first time I’ve made her cry during a spanking. She’s always saying “But you’ll make me cry!” as if it were an argument against whatever I’ve proposed — but generally I don’t take her that far. This time, I did. She needed it. Anyway, when I heard her crying, I paused and cuddled her a bit, made sure she was OK, and cheered her up by promising to move on to the flogger she got for her birthday. She does love that thing! But this was supposed to be a most memorable spanking for her, so I think I used it a little harder than she expected.

By the time I was done with the flogger, her bottom was blazing red and radiating heat. She had lots of little red marks and was assuring me most fervently that she would never again be fractious or unmindful of me.

However, there needed to be a finale, so she’d have a couple of dramatic marks to enjoy in her mirror. I got the bath brush and gave her four full-strength swats, which made her jump in a very dramatic fashion. The result was two perfect oval bruises on her right cheek, and a broad swath of little red spots on her left cheek.

After a spanking like that, of course, she needed “skin cooling Aloe Vera lotion” and lots of snuggles. And, as it usually does, one thing led to another, and to a most satisfactory evening.

Today, as expected, she’s very tender. Also snuggly and sweet in that special way that she has when she’s freshly spanked. Mission accomplished!

Here’s a publicity photo from what looks like a recent production of Kiss Me Kate. Petruchio, that old dog, is doing what he does best:

Picture found on Usenet.

Baltazar raises in passing a question that is, as he puts it, both entertaining and diverting. Indeed, what is the proper “exchange rate of cream cakes and chocolate to strokes of the cane upon a dieting submissive’s derriere“?

I’m posting this news item because it’s a real-world template for many a fantasy spanking story:

Business Owner Arrested After Allegedly Spanking Two Employees

RED BANK, Tenn. — The owner of a shaved ice business was arrested after two employees claimed he spanked them for making mistakes at work.

Paul Eugene Levengood, 57, was charged with two counts of sexual battery after the 19-year-old women complained.

One of the women told police that on her first day at the Tasty Flavors Sno Biz, Levengood made her sign a statement that said: “I give Gene permission to bust my behind any way he sees fit.”

Police Sgt. Jay LaMance said the women likely accepted the spankings instead of leaving immediately because they were “brought up to respect anybody who is an authority figure.”

One of the women told police Nov. 1 that she “was shocked at the incident but could not leave because she had no transportation.” The other woman said she continued to work for Levengood for more than a year after she was spanked and that he told her “either she could be spanked or be fired.”

Police say one of the women reported that on Oct. 30, her fourth day on the job, Levengood called her “into the back room of the store” after she forgot to put a banana in a smoothie drink.

She said that as punishment Levengood “bent her over his knee and spanked her behind 20 times.” She said that a day earlier he “snapped a photograph of her behind” as she reached for a bottle on a shelf.

I overheard a fun snippet of conversation a few weeks ago. I was at a retail counter being served by the counterman, and his female co-worker was helping a crusty old gentleman at the next register over. The old guy was giving the lady quite a bit of jovial hell, and they were having a good time. As he finished his business, she made some bratty remark I didn’t hear. To which he responded: “You know, you really need a spanking!” Her answer, accompanied by a flirty blush and a quick glance to either side: “I do, but please don’t tell anyone, OK?”

Because I’m always whining about the odd email I get (don’t ask about the guy who wrote in inviting me to belt his ass, but only if I emailed him back before his very short deadline) I thought it would be good to share one of the nice ones, too. Heather writes:

I’ve always had a really hungry spark for spanking. For a while, I’d been hinting about it to my beautiful caring partner (of 4 years) but when he occasionally did it, it was in jest and never what I really expected. I’ve also tried watching a spanking porn movie but it was so vicious and targeted towards the fantasies of men, it was a real turn off.

In a moment of self (very out of character!) I searched on the web and came across your site. Its been such an amazing journey of discovery. I’ve read through the entire archive and it feels so liberating to know I’m not alone. The articles on how to ask for a spanking (while continuing to be a feminist gal and respected in a relationship) gave me confidence to approach my partner.

It started off a little awkward, the first few times he was simply doing it for my pleasure. (He’s so caring, bless him!). But now its starting to turn, he’s enjoying it more than I could have imagined! Getting creative with piece of household equipment, and ignoring my very half-hearted “oh thank you, that’s enough”. He’s even started reading this website with me. Yum.

Our relationship has taken a giant step forward and it feels like I’ve let a giant skeleton out of my closest. Something I have always been ashamed of is now something we celebrate!

Now isn’t that fun? Thanks, Heather!

I’ve got this nice leather belt. Picked it up at the thrift store for a quarter. It’s woven leather, three strands about a centimeter wide each, nice and soft and flexible. When I got it, the leather was dry and rough on the finished side and very dry and rough on the unfinished side. But it had potential — one of those quality leather belts that just leaps out at your fingertips when you run your hand through that huge rack of vinyl-and-pleather junk they always have in thrift stores.

What? You mean everybody doesn’t find quality leather by feel at the thrift store? *blink* But I digress.

Anyway, I soaked this belt with several coats of Hubbard’s Shoe Grease, which is a deliciously dirty concoction of beeswax and pine tar. By the time I was done, the belt was shiny and supple and felt almost wet from the conditioning goo. And so I hung it in my closet to let the conditioner soak all the way in.

Fast forward some months. I was rummaging through my closet when Bethie stepped out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird and giving me some sort of jovially bratty lip. My eyes fell on the belt. Aha!

I stepped out of the closet just as she was turning away. The angle wasn’t perfect but the swing was good. CRACK! Square across both damp-from-the-shower bottom cheeks, and suddenly she’s dancing in the middle of the room with both hands on her bottom. Priceless, I tell you.

Pouting and whimpering transpired; it seems she didn’t like the belt. And she had the cutest puffy welt, complete with braided pattern.

Mostly I’ve just menaced her with the belt, since; usually I stick with the implements she likes. But I did give her one good spanking recently that included about a dozen good whacks with the belt. It makes a very impressive noise, but on her warmed-up bottom it leaves no marks.

However, keeping it on her warmed-up bottom is non-trivial, because it makes her squirm in a most uncharacteristic fashion. During her spanking, she rolled up on one side at one point…while the belt was in the air. Oopsie. That stroke landed on her hip, causing great squealing and a very interesting welt that turned into an equally-interesting bruise. I tell her and tell her that struggling always makes things worse, but does she listen?