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A Public Spanking

  • Posted on July 15, 2013 at 12:59 PM

This is a fantasy, but there’s a part of me that wishes that public spankings were legal.  It would ensure that I wouldn’t be tormented by having to wait for a spanking if I deserved it.

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We are at the store, and my attitude is bad.  I’m complaining and being a pain.  G. doesn’t suffer attitude problems for very long, and soon he turns to me and says,”That’s enough.  You know what’s going to happen now.”  My eyes go wide.  Public spankings haven’t been legal for very long, and I hadn’t thought that he’d actually do it, that it was just a threat to make me behave.

“Can’t we wait until we get home? Please,” I ask, pleading with him.

“No.”  G. is very definite when he’s made up his mind about something, especially punishments.

My fate sealed, G. reaches to undo my jeans right there in the store aisle.  My face starts to turn red as he unzips them, gets even redder when he reaches for the waistband, and I can feel waves of shame and embarrassment wash over me as he pulls them down, taking my panties down with them in one movement.  There are other people in the aisle, and some of them notice and stop to watch.  This makes those who hadn’t noticed at first stop and look too.  I close my eyes, hoping that if I don’t see them, they can’t see me.

“Open your eyes,” G. says.  “I want you to see all the people who are going to watch you get your bare bottom spanked.”

I open my eyes, but I avoid making eye contact with the other people.  My bottom clenches, and I know that very soon it will be as red as my face is.

“Turn around and bend over.  I want your bottom facing those people,” G. says.

I turn around.  At least I won’t have to look at them while I’m being spanked, I think.  I don’t want to bend over though, because then the spanking will happen for sure, and I won’t be able to stop it.  G. pushes me down so that I’m bending over, giving me no choice in the situation.  I feel something cold and hard against my bare bottom.

“What is that,” I ask him quietly.

“The hairbrush.  I’ve been carrying it in my jacket pocket since they made public spankings legal,” he said, with a small amount of sadistic glee in his voice.  I now knew that he had been waiting for the opportunity to do just what he was doing.

The first spank lands, and I jump up.  He pushes me back down to bend over, and gives me an even harder spank.  The sound rings through the store, and I know that people farther than just the aisle we’re in can hear me getting spanked.  He starts spanking faster, covering most of my bare bottom in short order.  My fears realized, I see people coming up to the aisle from the other side to see what’s happening, and staying to watch.  These people I can see clearly.

“Please let me close my eyes,” I whisper.

“No.” Followed by a very hard swat of the hairbrush.

I watch as more and more people arrive, crowding the aisle, and they come closer as they make room for more people.  I know that it must be happening behind me too, and my face burns with shame.

“Please stop.  I’ll behave.  I promise,” I whisper again.

“I will NOT stop.  You do not decide when a spanking is over.  I do!”

This is followed by a volley of spanks so hard and so fast that I can’t take it, and I start to cry.  Soon I’m crying hard and I can’t stop.  I know that all those people are watching me cry while being spanked, and there’s nothing I can do about it, which makes me cry even more.  The spanking continues, and the pain is taking over my mind, partially blocking the embarrassment, but not completely.  My bottom burns and stings.  It feels like it’s on fire, and I can’t reach back to put it out unless I want an even harder spanking.  Eventually it hurts so much that the embarrassment is completely overcome and I do reach back to try to rub the fire out of my burning bottom.  The spanking stops, and I hear people gasp.  I know that G. is doing something, but I can’t see what it is.  Then I hear the jingle of his belt buckle, and I know that I’ve made a very serious mistake.  He grabs both of my hands, holds them behind my back and starts whipping my bottom with the doubled up belt so hard that I can’t stand still.  I start dancing around, trying to escape this further punishment and embarrassment.

“Stand still!”

G. doesn’t get angry often, because he’s very in control of himself, so when he does raise his voice I feel compelled to do whatever he says.  I stop dancing around and stand still while he paints wide stripes on my exposed bottom with his belt.  I know that I will get worse when we get home, but at least nobody will see those spankings.  This present situation seems far worse than the very hard spankings I will receive once we’re home.  I’m blazing red on both ends, my face as hot as my bottom.  Looking down while I danced around to escape the belt, now I look up, and accidentally make eye contact with some of the people watching me get spanked.  I can tell that they think I deserve what I’m getting, they know I’m a bad girl who should be spanked on her bare bottom.

It takes a minute to realize that G. has stopped whipping my bottom.  The crowd stays, waiting to see what will happen next.  G. stands me up, and taking me by the shoulders, turns me around so that the people I’d been facing can see my very red bottom.  There are sounds of appreciation from the crowd, mixed with a scant few sounds of concern for my poor spanked bottom.  He moves me closer to the shelves where we’re standing, so that I am facing them.

“You’re going to stand here for a while so that all these people can get a good look at what happens to bad girls,” G. says.

People start coming down the aisle, and I can hear them behind me, scrutinizing G.’s handiwork up close.  My embarrassment is renewed, and I can feel my face turn redder, the heat from my face matching my hot tears of shame.  My bottom hurts so much that I find it difficult not to reach back, and G. notices my hands twitching at my sides.  The hairbrush smacks my bottom hard, and I stop.  Somebody in the crowd of people laughs, obviously enjoying my pain and humiliation.  It seems like I’ve been standing there for ages, and that everybody in the store has seen my red bare bottom.  Eventually though, G. allows me to face away from the shelves, and I see people still streaming through the aisle.

He reaches down to pull my pants up, but he stops when they’re up just under my bottom.  He adjusts my shirt so that it stays up around my waist and won’t cover my bottom.  I look at him, and my eyes plead with him to pull them up the rest of the way, but he doesn’t fix them.

“We’re going to continue shopping, and you are going to walk through the store just like that,” he tells me.

My face burns with embarrassment again, but I do what he says.  Now the people who work in the store who couldn’t see what was going on before, see me and my spanked bottom.  Some of the men give G. a thumbs up, along with some of the older women.  I keep my eyes cast down so that they can’t make eye contact with me.  We hadn’t been in the store for very long before my spanking, so I know that we still have a lot of shopping to do.  I dread having to stand in line to check out, and I assume that I have no choice, but G. has one more trick up his sleeve.  He takes me up to the front of the store, in front of the check out lanes, and makes me stand there with my bottom facing those lanes.  Everybody who checks out can see how red my bottom is, even though not all of them had watched my spanking.  I can hear them talking, to each other and the cashiers about me, saying that I must be a very bad girl to have been spanked so hard.  As they walk out of the store they have to pass by me, and I know that they’re looking my bottom again.  Finally, when I don’t think it’s possible, G. is done checking out, and comes to get me.  He still doesn’t let me pull my pants up though, and makes me walk to the car with my bottom on display.  People in the parking lot, who hadn’t been in the store ask him questions, and he tells them that I had been a bad girl in the store, and that he had spanked me.  We can’t get to the car fast enough for me, but I’m not allowed to run to it.  I have to walk normally, and not fast at all.  When I’m finally allowed to be in the car away from people, I cry both from the pain in my bottom making contact with the seat, and the embarrassment I’ve felt since my ordeal started.  My bottom is still bare.  G. says it’s going to stay that way for the rest of the day.

 

 

 

Is it just me this happens to?

  • Posted on July 8, 2013 at 4:19 PM

It had been almost a year since I’d been spanked, and it had been longer since G. and I had been on the level of him trying to change my behavior.  Since Thursday I’ve been able to get spanked every day, and G. has been really intent on getting me to change certain behavior (mostly attitude).  I noticed something yesterday, and when I mentioned it to G., he said that he’d noticed it too.  The more I’m spanked, and the closer I get to compliance, the more the words I use change when talking about spanking.  I don’t use the words butt or ass, it’s bottom almost exclusively.  Every time I’ve emailed him about my spankings, I’ve used the word bottom to talk about how sore it is, how red it is, and anything else pertaining to it.  It doesn’t sound right to call it anything else right now.  It’s been so long since I’ve been able to focus on this stuff along with consistent spankings.  It’s taking a while for my attitude to change, because I rebel against him saying that it has to, but there have been subtle changes in my thinking.  I liked that he noticed it.  Does that word change happen to anybody else?  Just wondering if I’m the only one!

My Bottom Hurts

  • Posted on July 7, 2013 at 5:03 PM

The title says it all.  I’ve been able to do spankings for days now, every day starting with Thursday.  This is damn near a miracle, considering that it had been almost a year since I’d had any length of time to do it.  Thursday was the best because nobody was home and I could use the loud implements, the paddle, the belt, the bamboo spoon, the bath brush, and the rubber ruler.  I did such a good job of it that my bottom has hurt since.  I’ve been able to use the Liquid Cane, the drumstick, and a little of the bamboo spoon every day since.  The bamboo spoon is indestructible and evil, which G. loves.  He hasn’t used it on me yet, but I told him about it the other day, and he’s very happy about it.

With all this spanking after so long, I notice that I’m much calmer.  I was so frustrated for so long, because I never got any time at home by myself, or even the ability to do any spanking at all, until last week.  I was starting to think it would never happen again.  My shoulders aren’t up near my ears, and I’m breathe like a normal person again without the nervous tick I had developed.  It’s great.  Even if I can’t do full fledged Punishment Saturdays, at least I can get something in, and it’s only two months until I get to go to New York to see G., so I’m not going to be deprived for the whole time like I thought I would.  I’m not exactly blissing out, but things are much better this way.  G. is noticing a definite sliding back into being stubborn as hell and not doing what I should, but that’s because it’s been so long since we’ve been able to do anything with him in charge, the way we did way back.  It’s been years, so it’s going to take a little while to get my brain working like that again.  I told him, it’s not going to take a night or even a week after that long.  In the meantime, I’m going to have a sore bottom, and that alone makes me very happy.

My New Home

  • Posted on July 6, 2013 at 11:30 PM

With all the discussion about adult sites disappearing off the internet, I decided that I’d save what I had on the old site and then move it here where it will be safe.  I figure anything called kinky blogging won’t have a problem with spanking and kinkiness.  For some reason the first month’s worth of posts didn’t import from the old site, so if anybody has an idea of how to get those off of there, I’d be grateful.  When I backed up my blog I’m sure I got them, but there’s a button on here to just import from the blog itself, so I decided to go with that.  As it was it took me all day to reformat the New York post, because the original had been from an email, and was a little goofy even on the old blog.

So, here I am with the new look and new URL, just in time to start talking about the spanking I’ve been doing the past few days or so, for the first time in months.  G. has also jumped into this with both feet, getting back to his old self, after a trying few years personally.  It’s good to see him like this, because I know it was rough on him for a while there.  He doesn’t talk about it, but I could tell.  Now we’re talking spanking like we used to, and things are good. : )  This bodes well for the blog, because it will mean a lot more posts!