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This fine collection of spanking stories is offered free by the author Abel. There are eighteen stories to enjoy. Our thanks to the author. Tap image to begin.
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I've been looking for somewhere to tell my stories without being judged. A couple of my friends know my complete truth, with my husband, but I tend to keep my punishments as much of a secret as possible. My stories are all true reflections of my past experiences. It will be nice to share them with others who see it as I do; as discipline, not abuse.
My name is Mia, & I'm currently 20 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 14, almost 15, & he was 18. I lied to him about my age, when I moved into the neighborhood from out of state. My house, with my mom, was just 3 doors down from Ryan'
I've been looking for somewhere to tell my stories without being judged. A couple of my friends know my complete truth, with my husband, but I tend to keep my punishments as much of a secret as possible. My stories are all true reflections of my past experiences. It will be nice to share them with others who see it as I do; as discipline, not abuse.
My name is Mia, & I'm currently 20 years old. I've been with my husband since I was 14, almost 15, & he was 18. I lied to him about my age, when I moved into the neighborhood from out of state. My house, with my mom, was just 3 doors down from Ryan's home. For me, it was love at first sight. I would pass by his house every day, walking home from school, & also spent a lot of time outside on my porch. Often, I saw him outside while he worked to keep his front yard groomed.
One afternoon, I built up the courage to approach him & introduce myself. We instantly hit it off, & from then on we spent every day together. After school, I would eagerly wait for him to get home from work, & then rush over to be with him. Afraid Ryan wouldn't want to date me if he knew how young I was, I lied & told him that I was 17, not 14. I never thought of the complications that would arise from trying to maintain the lie. I had become best friends with his youngest sister, Jamie, who is just a year older than me. I know Jamie was aware of my age, but we never really discussed it.
About 3 weeks after we started dating, Ryan & I had some friends over, to enjoy the pool in his backyard. At some point, one of his friends had questioned Ryan about dating a 14 year old, & all Hell broke loose from there. Ryan's ex-girlfriend, Lauren, found out my age & spread amongst their mutual circle. Ryan turned to me with rage in his eyes, & I knew I was toast, however; I had no idea what was about to happen. My dad passed away when I was 4, so I didn't receive much discipline growing up. My mom spoiled me, I think, as a way to try to compensate for the loss.
Ryan grabbed me by the arm & dragged me into the house, straight to his bedroom. We hadn't slept together yet, so I had never been in his room. Confused, & afraid, I did as I was told. Ryan pulled me to a corner of the room & told me to stand there with my face to the wall. I didn't know what he was doing, but I could hear him rifling through drawers & moving things around.
After a couple minutes, Ryan called me to him. I, slowly, made my way to where he was seated, in a chair next to a table, in a leisure area of the room. On top of the table was a large wooden hairbrush. As I drew closer, he ordered me to drop my shorts. I was shocked, & froze in place. Without another word, he grabbed the sides of my shorts & pulled them down to my ankles with one tug. I tried to grab them to pull them back up, but I was too slow. Ryan pulled me over his lap, & held me tightly in place, as he began scolding me for lying to him. He told me I was gonna learn to never lie to him again, & then he began spanking me hard & fast with the brush. I had never felt pain like that before, so I freaked out. I began kicking & screaming, instantly, trying to get loose. Ryan was incredibly strong, & I wasn't able to break free, no matter how hard I struggled.
Ryan continued spanking me hard, & showed no mercy. He must have swatted me 20 to 30 times before breaking. He stopped to ask me if I was learning my lesson. I screamed for him to let me go, but he began spanking me again. I had thrown my hand back several times to cover my bottom, but each time he whacked my hand with the brush, & ordered me to keep my hands on the floor. I tried, but couldn't control myself. I continued wailing, & begging for him to stop, until he finally let up, which had to be another 20-30 swats later. He held me on his lap, not allowing me to rub the pain away. He told me that if I ever lied to him again, that spanking would seem like a love tap compared to what would happen.
After a few minutes, I was told to walk back to the corner where I previously stood. My shorts had fallen off completely, so I was bare from the waist down. I did as I was told, & stood with my face staring at the wall, too afraid to see what Ryan was doing. I could hear him open & close another drawer, & then come up behind me. My hair was incredibly long, as I never cut it, & it hung to right below my knees. I never expected what came next. I felt some gentle tugging & heard the snipping of scissors. I was in shock, & it took me a second to realize he was cutting my hair. I started to wail again, holding my face in my hands. I couldn't believe what was happening. He told me I'd better stand still or else. I did so, until he was done.
After a few minutes, Ryan told me to back up & look down. I broke down when I saw that he had cut so much hair off that he took it up to my waist. I just looked at him & said, “You cut off my hair”. He still looked so angry when he responded. He told me that if I was going to continue to misbehave, in the relationship, that I should expect to be spanked often, & every time I will be made to stand in the corner, with my bottom bare, & it can't be seen if my hair is too long. Then, he told me to clean up the mess, & get dressed. I did exactly what he told me to do.
I was made to trim my hair regularly, to keep it the length he chose, until a future punishment when it was cut off short. I remember being so angry at him for punishing me that way. My bottom was bruised for over a week, but I would, later, catch myself fantasizing about being spanked. I hated the pain, but I loved Ryan disciplining me. He expected the best of me, & aside from time spent punishing me, he was tender, smart, hardworking & funny. I was in love, & that was the beginning of my life with my true love.
As a child, did you ever get spanked in public where your parents pulled your pants and underwear down and spanked you on the bare bottom?
When your parents spanked you, where was the spanking location?
Why do we get disciplinary spankings on our bottom?
Did any girls ever get spanked by their mother over the kitchen counter or table?
I am from the south and spankings were very common growing up and continued even when I was a teen. I was the middle child with an older sister and younger brother, and if I had to take a guess I would probably say 80% of the spankings I received were a direct result of my brother. I was popular at school and had a very active social life, while he was what many would consider a geek with only a few friends. He was extremely jealous and would tell on me so I would get in trouble every single chance he got.
We lived on a tiny farm with some animals and a few crops, and the house was so small my
I am from the south and spankings were very common growing up and continued even when I was a teen. I was the middle child with an older sister and younger brother, and if I had to take a guess I would probably say 80% of the spankings I received were a direct result of my brother. I was popular at school and had a very active social life, while he was what many would consider a geek with only a few friends. He was extremely jealous and would tell on me so I would get in trouble every single chance he got.
We lived on a tiny farm with some animals and a few crops, and the house was so small my sister and I even shared a room. My father worked hard outside most of the day, while my mother would be inside baking as the farm had a roadside stand that sold fruits and vegetables along with baked goods.
My mother was the disciplinarian with old-fashioned beliefs that included spanking. Up until the age of 12, a typical spanking was given over her knee, pants down on the bare fanny with her bare hand. After that age, however, she decided to turn things up a notch and would use a piece of leather that came from an old belt.
It hung on a nail by the front door so we would see it as we left and entered the house. My sister and I could expect that strap if warranted, however, my brother never received it and was only rarely spanked when he was younger and never as a teen. He was always babied by my mother because he had a few minor health issues (food allergies, minor skin condition) and most misdeeds by him were usually forgiven.
The part I hated the most besides the actual spanking was the fact my brother was free to witness it. As mentioned we lived in a small house with small bedrooms, so we were always disciplined in either the openly connected kitchen or living room.
So basically if he was at the kitchen table doing his homework or in the living room watching TV he would have a front-row seat to witness my punishment. I once asked my mother if she could send him away so I could be punished in private but she flatly refused and said I should have thought of that before, and other people shouldn't have to be inconvenienced because of me.
Although he wasn't allowed to say anything, he would purposely look me in the eye and snicker as I took down my pants and underwear and went over my mom's knee. It was just as bad if I happened to face away from him when I went over her lap as that would mean he would have a full view of my behind being lit on fire with that strap.
Later he would tease me without mercy and laugh at how red my butt got and ask if my friends knew I still got spankings like a little girl.
One day during my last year of high school my mom found out I smoked a cigarette while with friends, courtesy of my brother of course, and even though I tried to explain it was just a few puffs she was still furious.
It was a busy day around the farm and my aunt and uncle were over helping outside. I worked part-time at McDonald's after school and my mom used to drive and pick me up before I had my license. We were getting ready to leave so she could drop me off at work when my brother called on the phone to tattle about me smoking.
After a quick scolding and a promise of a discussion over her knee later, she grabbed the keys for the truck and we headed towards the front door when she stopped and remembered that my aunt and uncle would be staying over the next few days.
She asked if I wanted to get my licking over with quickly right now as the house was empty.. even my brother wasn't home. I eagerly agreed as I just wanted it over with and the added bonus of my brother not being at home made it seem perfect. I quickly fetched the strap, and the funny part was I still was wearing my McDonald's uniform!
So I had to take down my McDonald's pants and undies and go over her knee for the spanking. I must have looked ridiculous! But it gets better. So I take my 30 licks, stand, and as I'm pulling my pants back up.. out of the blue my uncle walks through the front door!
I was super embarrassed. Even though I had pulled my pants up in time, it was still fairly obvious I had just been spanked. In fact, my mom was still sitting in the chair and holding the strap! I froze and must have just stared at him like a deer in the headlights when he says, "What happened, did she forget the fries with your order? Wow, you sure are one mean customer!"
He never spoke of the incident again even though he loved to tell stories and recall funny events. He must have known it would be super embarrassing for me and I appreciated that he kept it a secret. But my mom and I have always had a good laugh over the years when recalling this moment.
Another memorial occasion was when my mom received a call from school saying I had sassed a teacher, so I knew I would be in big trouble when I got home. Unfortunately, my brother was already home and also had two of his geeky friends over working on a project. Ugh!
My mom had never spanked me in front of others and I wasn't expecting her to now, but she did the next best thing and ordered me to get the strap and wait in her bedroom.
She was so angry I didn't even consider asking her to punish me when my brother's friends weren't there out of fear she would've just thrown me over her knee right in front of them!
She followed me into the room while dragging a kitchen chair behind her and slammed the door. After sitting she quickly snapped at me to take my jeans and underwear down and to get over her knee.
I can remember almost hitting my head on her dresser as I went over her knee due to things being so cramped in the bedroom. She didn't waste any time and proceeded to whip my behind with that mean leather strap in her usual slow, methodical pace.
The worst part was I could hear my brother and his friends laughing at the sound of the strap snapping across my bottom and my yelps that followed after each one. My older sister was home at the time and told them all to shut up, which they eventually did, but it was still a very embarrassing situation.
I know some might be horrified reading my story, but it was such a common thing back then, in the area I lived, that to me it was just part of life. Most of my friends were spanked, and all of my cousins were too. I love my mom dearly and hold no ill feeling towards her for disciplining me in this manner. She did what she thought was best, disciplined the same way my aunts and uncles did, and was what she received when she was younger as well. No one did time-outs in the south back then!
As a child, did you ever get spanked in public where your parents pulled your pants and underwear down and spanked you on the bare bottom?
When your parents spanked you, where was the spanking location?
Why do we get disciplinary spankings on our bottom?
Did any girls ever get spanked by their mother over the kitchen counter or table?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
Have you ever had a bare bottom birthday spanking?
Has anyone ever had a favorite bare‐bottom spanking?
Do husbands prefer receiving a "mommy" or a wife spanking?
Has your spanking fantasy ever come to life? If so what was that like?
Have you ever had a spanking turn into a bare bottom spanking and how?
How did you feel after witnessing a spanking?
In which order do you normally get spanked?
Have you ever witnessed someone get a bare bottom spanking?
Has your boss ever spanked you at work? If so, what did you do?
As a child, did you ever get spanked in public where your parents pulled your pants and underwear down and spanked you on the bare bottom?
When your parents spanked you, where was the spanking location?
Why do we get disciplinary spankings on our bottom?
Did any girls ever get spanked by their mother over the kitchen counter or table?
As an adult, have you been spanked by someone other than your husband?
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